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Beep. Beep. Beep.

The rhythmic, monotone beep of the register lulled Vance into a stupor as he swiped each of his customer's groceries over the scanner. Eggs. Bread. Milk. Boring. His eyelids began to droop, and...

Come to me.

His body moved through the familiar motions all on their own as his mind wandered closer and closer toward sleep. Somewhere in the back of his consciousness, so light he barely noticed it, something seemed to touch him.

Come to--

"Hey! You just squashed my eggs with that milk!"

Vance jolted back awake and realized that a stream of egg yolks was running down the side of his counter. The customer, an old woman who didn't look like she'd smiled once in her life, was glaring at him as if he'd just smashed one of her own unborn children.

"Uh...sorry," he mumbled. "I can get you another--"

"You can get me your manager, you absolute oaf!"

Sighing, Vance called his manager over and retreated to one of the other registers to wait for his imminent writeup. This would be the third one this week, he realized with a groan. Why was he having so much trouble concentrating? It was like every moment he wasn't laser-focused on the task at hand, his mind would wander and...

Come to me.

That voice. It seemed like he'd been hearing it all day long. But no matter where he looked, he couldn't--

"You crush another loaf of bread?"

Vance jumped, and turned to see Katie come to stand beside him. She was a slender young woman, beautiful with her long dark hair and big almond shaped eyes. The two of them had met in middle school, grown into being college classmates, and then dropped out at the same time to end up working for minimum wage at the same dead end grocery store. Her presence here was the only thing that made working at Jimblemart even moderately tolerable.

"Eggs this time," he muttered.

Katie chuckled. She had been assigned self-checkout duty, which meant her only job all night was to stand there and hope nobody stole anything, so keeping a good mood was easy for her. Behind them, their manager was frantically trying to explain to the old woman why they couldn't let her have all her groceries for free to compensate for one carton of eggs. After working here for three years, he could tell when an argument was going to last a while, so he settled in to chat with Katie for as long as he could get away with.

"Hey, you want to hang out after work sometime this week?" Katie asked after a few minutes of talking.

Vance's eyebrows went up. "Uh, yeah! Sure! What're you wanting to do?"

"I was thinking we could get something to eat in town, then go over to my place to..." she paused. "It's nothing like that! Get your head out of the gutter!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your face!" Katie smirked at him and rolled her eyes. "You're as red as a firetruck."

"Oh, uh..." Vance cleared his throat. "So you mean to tell me that you're not asking me out on a date?"

Katie snorted. "Nah. You're a cool guy, but you're not really my type. Let's just play video games and hang out, okay?"

"Oh...yeah," Vance agreed, hoping his shattered dreams wouldn't show on his face. "Yeah, that sounds good. Really good! When are you free?"

Before she could answer, a large hand came down on Vance's shoulder. He turned around, and swallowed hard when he found himself face to face with his manager.

"Uh, sorry about that, Gus," Vance said lamely.

"I had to give that lady a fifty dollar gift card just to keep her from calling corporate," the larger man said sharply. "You know that's coming out of your next paycheck, right?"

Vance deflated, but nodded. How could he argue? It had been his screwup, and this wasn't the first time by far that Gus had been forced to get his butt chewed because of something Vance had done. Taking a fifty dollar hit to his paycheck was better than being fired--and Vance knew he was on thin ice in that regard. Better to not press his luck.

"Why don't you just go home tonight?" Gus suggested. "And when you come in tomorrow, be ready to focus on your job!"

Vance's mouth opened to protest--he needed these hours to pay rent!--but swallowed the objection and just nodded. He made for the back of the store, walking slowly to squeeze a couple more precious minutes onto his shift, and clocked out.

"Yo, what's up?" Troy's voice asked over the phone as Vance stood in the parking lot outside.

"My car's still in the shop," Vance muttered, "and I just got kicked out of work five hours early. Can I get a ride from you?"

"Sure thing, broseph!"

Fifteen minutes later, Vance sat in the passenger seat of his best friend's car. It was a beat up old thing, and pressing the gas pedal sounded like a washing machine full of rocks set to maximum spin, but the fact that it ran at all made it infinitely better than Vance's at the moment.

"I'm telling you, dude," Troy said, steering with one hand and holding a cigarette with the other, "we need to skip town! Just me and you, bro. We'll get a cheap apartment and split the rent until we find better jobs. I hear up in Missouri you can make fifteen an hour working for..."

Vance let him rant for a few minutes. He and Troy had been best friends for even longer than he'd known Katie, so he knew the best course of action would be to let him run out of steam.

"And where are we going to get the money for rent before we find new jobs?" he countered when Troy finally paused to take a breath.

"Well...you know, we could..." Troy stopped, then sighed. "Friggin' pointless, isn't it?"

Vance didn't reply, but he sympathized. While he and Katie had dropped out of college, Troy had never gotten the chance to go at all. His family was...well, none of their families were really well off, but Troy was on a whole different level. He'd been working the same night shift at the same fast food restaurant since he'd turned sixteen, nearly eight years ago now.

"We just need to get used to this," Vance said, his heart sinking into his stomach. "Some people are born to live the high life, others are going to be stuck digging ditches their whole lives. Thinking too much about it is just going to kill us even faster."

"Amen to that, brother."

Vance sighed, watching the town fly by outside his window. No education, no special skills or talents, no money to go seek out better opportunities...this really was the best he could hope for, wasn't it? The thought of still working at Jimblemart when he was eighty years old made him want to jump out of Troy's car while he was going sixty and end it all right there.

There is hope. Come to me.

He blinked in surprise. There was that voice again. It seemed...louder now that they were leaving town and heading into the woods? Vance waited, wondering if he was going crazy, but the voice didn't say anything else.

"You gonna be good, brodog?" Troy asked a few minutes later when they pulled up outside of Vance's apartment. It was a shabby old thing, one bedroom, half as many lights as it needed, and missing the bathroom door entirely.

Vance gave his friend a weak grin. "I'll be fine. I'm gonna hit the sack. Thanks for the ride, man."

Troy gave him another concerned look as he shut the door, but didn't say anything else. Vance watched him drive away before sighing and going inside.

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Come to me.

Vance opened his eyes and sat up in bed. The clock on his dresser told him it was just before midnight. A strange sensation was pouring over his mind. Not quite a buzzing, more like...flowing? As if his brain had been set down in a stream, the current gently caressing it as it flowed past. It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant.

Come to me, the voice whispered again.

The voice. It was back again, and clearer than ever. Instinctively, Vance looked out his bedroom window, toward the forest that bordered his apartment. He wasn't hearing the voice with his ears, but somehow he knew that the source was coming from somewhere out in those woods.

Exactly five hundred and seventy two feet away. He jumped a little. How the hell did he know that?

I will not harm you, the voice insisted. Come to me.

Strangely, Vance found that he believed it. He rose from his bed, dimly wondering if he had fallen into a horror movie. Nonetheless, he made his way to the door, not even bothering to put on any clothes besides the boxers he'd gone to bed in.

Yes! Come to me!

The late May night was pleasantly warm, a gentle breeze rustling the trees overhead as Vance made his way into the woods. Luckily, none of his neighbors seemed to be awake to see him prancing around in his underwear. He walked cautiously, not because he was afraid, but because it was dark and he didn't want to trip and hurt himself.

I can help with that, came the whisper in reply.

A gentle light sprang into existence. It was bright enough for Vance to see, but not enough to hurt his eyes. With its guidance, he hiked further and further into the forest, away from home, and closer to...whatever was out there whispering to him.

Five minutes later, he reached his destination: a massive tree that towered above all the others in the woods. Strangely, the light seemed to be coming from the tree itself, though he couldn't see the source of the light. Vance immediately knew this was what he'd come looking for, because a feeling of rightness washed over him through the flowing sensation in his head. Not knowing what else to do, he stood there in front of it, admiring its intimidating majesty.

There came a hiss, and a rectangle of light appeared in the tree's bark. That section of the trunk lowered itself downward, forming a ramp that led up into the tree itself.

I'm in here. Come inside.

I bet it's forcing me to trust it so I'll walk right up and let it eat me, he thought, starting up the ramp anyway. The whispering voice seemed to giggle at that.

He stepped inside the tree, and found himself...not in a tree. Vance stood in the middle of what he could only describe as an interstellar studio apartment. The circular room was about thirty feet across, and made up of a reflective, metallic substance. On the far side, directly across from him, sat a console covered in flashing buttons and switches, with a large window displaying the forest in front of it.

"I'm over here," the voice told him.

Tracd turned to look even before he'd realized that the flowing sensation in his head had vanished and that the voice had actually spoken out loud. There, on the opposite side of the room as the controls, sat a...thing.

"Hello, Vance," it said, bowing its head in greeting.

The...thing...was humanoid in shape, except for the light gray fur that covered its entire body. Two long, pointed ears rose from the top of its head, and its face was a strange--but somehow natural looking--mixture of human and feline. As Vance stared, he even noticed a long, flexible tail darting back and forth behind its back.

"It's all right, Vance," it said gently. "Take a good look. Familiarize yourself with me. You humans fear that which you don't understand, so take a minute to understand me better."

It sat on what Vance immediately assumed was a bed, and though it wore no clothes he couldn't see any hint of genitalia.

Naked? Vance's stunned mind thought. On a bed? Does that mean...

No, no, no! He shook his head to clear it. Leave it to him to discover the existence of aliens--and immediately start thinking about banging it!

However, the feline alien merely smiled knowingly, as if it knew what Vance was thinking...

And liked it.

"We can speak of things like that later," it said. "First, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Myrr."

It stood and walked toward him, moving gracefully on its catlike paws, its tail rising up to wrap around its right arm.

"What are you?" Vance asked, still running his eyes up and down its body.

"I am of the Feln," Myrr answered. "And, I am saddened to say, I am the last Feln."

It stopped only a couple of feet away from Vance, clearly within arm's reach. Vance felt his heart begin to beat a little harder--Myrr could easily disembowel him with those claws if it wanted--but somehow he couldn't work up the will to run. Myrr looked at him with its green and yellow, slit-irised eyes, deep with wisdom and yet wide with an almost childlike innocence. Slowly, the Feln reached up and placed its hand on Vance's cheek.

"I meant what I said," it whispered, its voice identical to the one Vance had heard in his head. "I'm not here to hurt you. I need your help, Vance Carter."

The urge to lean into Myrr's hand, like he was a cat himself hoping for ear scratches, was suddenly overwhelming, but with difficulty he resisted...though he didn't pull away either.

"How do you know my name?" he asked.

A small smile appeared in Myrr's face. "I have been in your head, Vance. I know everything about you."

If anyone else had said that, Vance would have been horrified. But coming from Myrr, he couldn't help but be...comforted, somehow. It felt good to know that this strange feline creature knew his deepest, darkest secrets and yet could still caress his face tenderly like this.

Before he could do anything about it, he realized his cock was hardening under the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Don't be embarrassed, Vance," Myrr said with another smile. "This is precisely why I called out to you."

"What do you--" Vance began to say, before he was silenced when Myrr pressed its face against his in a kiss.

Vance was immediately lost in the feline creature's touch. Myrr's lips were soft, and a pleasant scent filled Vance's nose. They broke apart to take a breath, and Vance was startled by the sparkle in Myrr's eyes, as if it wanted this just as much as he suddenly did.

Myrr stepped closer, touching its furry, naked body against Vance's barely clothed one, and they kissed again. A deep rumble began to come from Myrr's chest, and Vance realized that it was purring. The feline creature's tail wrapped around Vance's waist, pulling him even closer.

I don't know what's going on, he thought, but I think I like it!

He pressed his tongue against Myrr's lips, wanting to deepen the kiss even more, but Myrr pulled back with a knowing smile.

"Not yet, Vance. Soon, if you truly wish it, but not yet."

Vance blinked as Myrr stepped back, its tail whipping restlessly from side to side, and sat down on the bed. It patted the spot next to it and, heart thumping, Vance came to join it.

"I told you that I am the last of my kind," it said, voice going quiet with sorrow. "The Feln...well, I won't go into our history right now. Just know that we have been roaming through space for thousands of years now."

Vance leaned forward, entranced by the alien's words.

"Our home planet was rendered uninhabitable when an asteroid struck it," it went on. "What didn't die during the impact was either buried or suffocated by the dust cloud. A few hundred of us...my great-great-great-great-great-great grandparents among them...managed to board this ship and escape."

Vance gave the room--the ship--another glance. Hundreds of beings like Myrr had fit in here? It barely looked like it could hold fifty...but then, this was only one part of it, he realized. The tree he had seen outside must have been some kind of camouflage, which meant that the ship itself expanded far beyond what he could see here.

"This ship has been our home for over three thousand years now. The last sanctuary of our race...all that separated us from complete extinction," Myrr went on. "Sometimes we lived in it, making the best lives we could for ourselves. Other times, we put ourselves into cryosleep while the ship autopiloted itself. Always, we were searching for a new planet to make our home."

"And you chose earth?" Vance asked quietly.

Myrr paused, looked at him almost in surprise, and abruptly leaned over to rest its head on his shoulder. Vance's eyes widened, but he didn't complain. Strangely--perhaps the strangest thing about this increasingly strange night--was how quickly he found himself growing attached to this nonhuman being. Not that Myrr was ugly. The longer he looked at it, the more Vance found to be attracted to. From the light gray color of its fur, to how soft it was pressed against his bare skin, to the sparkle in its slitted eyes.

Was this sudden attraction natural?

Vance realized that he didn't care.

"No," Myrr went on, a purr in its voice, "I'm not invading your planet. I told you, I've come here for help."

"What could I possibly help you with?" Vance asked. "If your ship is broken, I don't know the first thing about..."

He stopped talking when he realized Myrr was laughing at him.

"It's nothing like that, Vance," it promised him. "What I need is...let me finish my story and you'll understand."

"I'll help you in any way I can," Vance promised--and to his surprise, he meant it.

Anything.

Myrr gave him that smile again. "Thank you, Vance. But you need to understand what you're getting into before I let you make a promise like that."

Still with its head on Vance's shoulder, Myrr wrapped its arms around him in a sideways hug. Vance returned the gesture, and shivered--not unpleasantly--when Myrr's tail snaked around his waist as well.

"For thousands of years, things were as good as could be hoped for on this ship. The life support systems grew food for us to eat, and the community we built allowed us to have a sense of belonging even in the farthest reaches of space. But," Myrr bowed its head in sorrow, "such blessed times had to come to an end eventually. About seven hundred years ago, it was discovered that by living together all this time, our bloodlines had begun to...stagnate."

"Inbreeding," Vance whispered.

"Yes," Myrr nodded. "It was a problem we had always suspected would arise, but could never find a solution for. An inevitability while living here, sequestered with nobody but each other to procreate with. Now, even if we found a new planet to call home, it wouldn't matter because we would simply breed ourselves to extinction."

As intently as Vance was listening--and he _was_hanging onto every word Myrr said--the way its fur caressed his skin was too much to ignore. His cock was rock hard inside his boxers, straining for release. He shifted uncomfortably--and it sprang free, poking out through the fly in his underwear.

"Life went on for a while, but--" Myrr abruptly stopped talking, its eyes falling on Vance's turgid member. A soft gasp came from its lips, it raised its eyes to meet Vance's...

And it changed.

With a quiet, but clearly aroused moan, Myrr's body began to shift. What Vance noticed at first was its chest, and now it began to expand into two fur-covered mounds. They swelled larger by the second, and a pair of nipples grew to poke out from beneath the fur. Myrr's waist became more slender, while its hips flared outwards, creating a perfect hourglass figure. It let out another moan, its voice noticeably higher now, as Vance saw what was unmistakably a vagina open up between its legs.

In a matter of seconds, it had become a her.

"What just happened?" Vance asked, equal parts startled, frightened, and aroused.

Breathing heavily, Myrr reached out a hand, as if she were going to grab his still exposed cock, but forcibly stopped herself.

"I am...running out of time," she gasped, giving Vance a look of sheer desperation. "I don't know how much longer I can control myself. We must hurry!"

"Hurry to do what?"

"I must inform you of the situation, and you must decide for yourself whether this is something you want or not."

Vance reached to caress her cheek. "I think I already--"

"No, shut up!" Myrr snapped. "Let me finish!"

Vance leaned back, surprised by the sudden harshness in her voice. Myrr looked at him, biting her lip--and before Vance could react, had swung her leg over his and was sitting on his lap, straddling him. Vance gasped, the heat coming off of her nearly enough to burn.

The scent he had detected when Myrr had hugged him earlier was even stronger now...

"A breeding ban was implemented until a solution could be found," she said, her face a scant inch away from his. "No children would be born until we could guarantee that the inbreeding would not continue."

"And?" Vance prompted her.

"And it never happened. The only other Feln besides me died about two years ago. Now there is only me."

Vance could see the emotion in her eyes. "I- I'm sorry."

Myrr began kissing his cheeks, his neck, his forehead, everything except his lips. Meanwhile, her paws ran up and down his back. The way her breasts against rubbed Vance's chest, the nipples hard as pebbles, was driving him mad. The silky soft fur of her crotch was brushing against his cock, making it twitch with intense desire. When he reached up to touch her back, though, she pushed his hands away.

"I shouldn't have touched your cheek when you first came in," she gasped, her breasts rising and falling hypnotically as she gasped for breath. "The hormones...every time we touch, I want you more! I don't know how much longer..."

Vance was at a loss for words. He needed her--needed her so badly it hurt! If she kept teasing him like this for much longer...

"There's still hope for my race, though," she went on, speaking quickly. "The ship has finally found a new planet the Feln can restart our civilization on. It has life, but nothing sentient that we would be taking it from. The air is breathable, and there is water and other resources to sustain us. The only thing we need..."

She took Vance by his cheeks and looked straight into his eyes.

"...is an us to repopulate our race," she whispered.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"I need you to be that us," Myrr said whispered.

"You mean..."

She smiled at him. "Yes. To become a Feln like me. We Feln are different from you humans. We can be both male and female, or neither. What you saw me in before was my genderless form. No genitalia of either kind. But we can change ourselves to fill whatever roll is needed, Vance. Right now, the sight of your cock is driving me to mate with you, and so I became female. But if you were female, I could just as easily be male."

""I...What?" he asked. "Me? A Feln? How?"

"I have taken special hormones in preparation for this night," she answered. "They have made my body go into heat. My pheromones are out of control, Vance. That's why you were so powerfully aroused even before I began touching you. But that's not all. It has made me...my DNA...contagious."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, Vance," almost unconsciously, she began to grind her breasts against his chest again, "that if you were to get enough of me inside of you, it would alter your DNA to turn you into a Feln like me."

Vance's heart began to race with anxiety inside of arousal now. "Wh- What would that mean for me?"

"It means that you would spend the rest of your life with me--a life that exceeds human years by several centuries. You would have all the powers of a Feln, including our shapeshifting and our telepathy. Our strength, speed, and reflexes are all superior as well. Together, we would go to our new planet, and we would repopulate the Feln race. You would be the father of a whole new generation of Feln...and the mother too, if you wished.

Vance's mind was reeling with the implications.

Myrr took his hand and brought it to her face. "It also means we would love each other until the day we died. That is the Feln way. We touch each other's minds, and our mutual attractions fuel our affections, meaning we can fall in love within hours, or even minutes. Even though you're not yet a Feln, it has already begun. I can feel how much you've grown to care for me since you entered my ship, Vance, and...and I feel the same way."

Vance looked at her in shock. "You...love me?"

She smiled at him, a tear running down her cheek. "I do. It was an emotion I was afraid I would never feel again when the last Feln died."

"So if I said no..."

"I would let you go, but we would both suffer agonizing heartbreak. I'm sorry I brought you into this without preparing you first, Vance, but you would never have believed any of this if you hadn't seent it with your own eyes."

Vance thought about it, somehow managing to tear his mind away from the burning desire to mate. Not only did he love this beautiful feline creature, not only did she love him back, but she was offering to make him like her and give him a new, better life. He thought back to the day he'd been having. The horror that spending his whole life working at Jumblemart sparked in him. The knowledge that this was as good as life would ever get for him, and the creeping urge to end it all before it got worse. He would miss his friends, but other than that...

"Why would I ever say no?" he asked, giving Myrr a smile.

Myrr looked back at him, as if surprised--and then she tackled him to the bed! The sheets were softer than silk, and the mattress was like lying on thin air.

"Oh, Vance!" she shouted. "Thank you! I knew I had made the right choice!"

And then she kissed him, wasting no time in pushing her tongue into his mouth. Vance reciprocated eagerly. Her saliva felt like liquid fire, filling his mouth with a pleasant heat as their tongues danced. A purr rumbled in her chest. Vance raised his hand and trailed his fingers through the fur on Myrr's stomach, up her breast, and flicked her nipple. In her chemically aroused state, that by itself was enough to make her moan into his mouth. Needing no further encouragement, Vance took her entire breast into his hand, rubbing and massaging it.

"Ohhhh, Vance," Myrr said, breaking the kiss, "you have no idea how amazing that feels."

"If I'll be able to shapeshift like you, then maybe I'll find out soon," he said with a smile.

Myrr smiled back at him. "I can't wait to see you in your new body! Can you feel anything yet?"

Vance paused, then realized the pleasant burning in his mouth was still there. "M- My mouth is..."

"It's working quickly," Myrr said, leaning in and licking his cheek. "Your DNA is already being rewritten to match my own. You teeth!"

"My teeth?" Vance reached up to feel his teeth, and was startled to find that several of them were already growing sharper. "Then...Then it's already started?"

"Mmm," she agreed, giving him another lick on the other side of his face. A strange tingling sensation began to grow where she had dragged her tongue across his skin. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt."

Tentatively, he touched his face, and was unsurprised to find a tiny bit of hair growing where she had licked him.

"Enough talk, though," Myrr said, pushing Vance onto his back. "You've been waiting so patiently, even with this here demanding attention. You need to be rewarded."

She practically slithered down the bed until her head was right above his cock. Delicately, she ran her hands up and down her stomach and thighs before taking two big handfuls of his boxer shorts.

"You don't need these now," she said with a sly grin. "And you never will again. Feln have no need for clothing."

With a quick motion, she tore his last shred of clothing from his body. His cock sprang up, finally free, and Vance let out a gasp as Myrr's hand wrapped it. Her fur...it was so soft, and he was so worked up, that he almost came right then and there. By some miracle, though, he managed to keep it down, and Myrr smiled as she lowered her head to inspect it.

"I have never seen a human's cock before," she cooed softly. "It is very nice, Vance. But...I think I still prefer a Feln's."

With that, she ran her tongue up his entire length. The wet heat immediately enveloped his cock, his DNA reacting to Myrr's. Up and down she went, once, then twice--before suddenly taking the entire thing into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Vance yelled as the velvety insides of her mouth encompassed him.

Her tongue went to work again, sliding over what felt like every inch of him at once. Her head bobbed up and down, stimulating his already overexcited cock until...he couldn't...hold on anymore!

"Myrr!" he screamed as he let loose, spraying his seed deep into the beautiful Feln's mouth.

Myrr purred as she milked him for every drop of cum she could get, while Vance lay back on the bed, gasping for breath. His cock was softening rapidly, but he could already tell it wouldn't be long before it got hard again. Smiling, Myrr let it fall out of her mouth...

And Vance was shocked to see that it had changed. It no longer resembled a human penis...the one he'd had his entire life...and now looked foreign. Alien. Like a piece of another creature had been grafted to his body.

But he didn't hate it.

"You see these?" Myrr asked, running a hand up and down a series of strange, fleshy spines that were growing out of it now. "When you stick it inside me, these are going to make me feel, oh...so..._good,_Vance."

She crawled further up the bed to lie down beside him, and Vance felt at his face again. The fur on his cheeks was growing more rapidly now, but it still hadn't spread beyond the area she had licked earlier.

"I think it's my turn now, don't you?" she purred, giving him another deep kiss, renewing the fire in Vance's mouth. He swallowed, feeling the heat spread down his throat and into his stomach.

She didn't need to ask him twice. While Myrr lay down on her back, Vance began to kiss his way down her cheek, then her neck, collar, and down to her breasts. They heaved in anticipation as his mouth drew nearer, kissing up the incline of one and then skirting to the other just before reaching her nipple.

"Don't you dare tease me, Vance Carter," Myrr warned him. "I have so many hormones inside me right now I might just explode if you do!"

Smiling, Vance flicked his tongue over one nipple, making Myrr squirm in delight. A sensuous moan rose from her lips, making his still-soft cock twitch in excitement. He licked the other nipple, then the first again, admiring how the fur surrounding them darkened with his saliva. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he wrapped his lips around her breast and began to suck.

"Vance...oh, Vance!" she moaned again.

There was no milk in those breasts, but Vance suckled them anyway. He closed his eyes, letting Myrr's gasps and moans fill his mind as he pleasured her, his other hand coming up to fondle her other breast. She writhed gently underneath him, her tail sliding back and forth across the bed to slap against his legs. The warmth was spreading even further through Vance's body, and he was content to lie there and feel it wrap him in its embrace, slowly stealing his humanity and replacing it with something even better.

He opened his eyes with a start when Myrr's hand touched his head--and began to scratch him behind his ears. His long, furry, pointed ears. Sitting up, he rolled onto his back to take stock of himself. His ears had transformed without him even knowing it--and Myrr's scratching felt downright heavenly--but beyond that the changes hadn't progressed much. A few gray hairs had sprouted on his chest, but nothing more.

Myrr sat up as well, wrapping her arms around him from behind, whispering into his ear, "You're looking handsomer by the second. Shall we speed the process up, my love?"

Vance nodded mutely, his new ears twitching instinctively to pick up his lover's voice.

Without a word, Myrr reached one hand down between her legs, then brought it up to Vance's face. He sniffed it--his sense of smell seemed to have sharpened as well--and his tongue darted out to taste her nectar...

And an explosion of sensations erupted in his head!

If her saliva had been a pleasant burn, this was a wildfire! The moment it touched his tongue, it spread through his entire face, and he could feel his body reshaping itself. He raised his hands to his face, reveling in the sensations as his humanity was erased, becoming more feline like a Feln...like Myrr.

"Do you want more, Vance?"

"Hell yes," he breathed.

Myrr giggled and lay back down, spreading her legs for him. "Then come and get it!"

Vance gave her breasts one last kiss before kissing his way down her stomach and to her crotch. There, the heavy scent of her pheromones slammed into Vance's sensitive nose like a kick to the face. His head spun, animalistic new instincts rising up inside of him.

He dove in, his tongue attacking her clit with a vigor that surprised even him. As soon as her fluids coated his tongue, the blazing fire spread through him again. Rubbing her clit with his finger, he dug his tongue inside her pussy, coating it in as much of her as he could, and swallowing it. The result felt like a firecracker had gone off in his stomach, and he loved it.

Above him, Myrr was screaming his name.

Vance didn't let up. This was what he wanted--the_only_ thing he wanted. To please his new mate. To become like her. To repopulate her...their race together.

Her essence burned like liquid fire in his veins, spreading through his body faster than he could believe. He opened his eyes just in time to see thick gray fur sprouting over his arms. Pads formed on the palms of his hands, and claws grew to cap his fingers.

It's happening. It's really happening!

"Vance, I'm so close!" Myrr was shouting. "Don't stop!"

She needn't have told him that. He had no intention of stopping. Not now. Not ever.

Finally, with a scream that rang in Vance's ears, Myrr came. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, and he yanked his head back just as a shower of fluid erupted from her, spraying him in the face--and sending him into yet another surge of the transformation.

He sat up on his knees, his body trembling as Myrr's DNA burned everything he had ever known about himself away. Looking down, he saw the gray fur spreading further and further across his body. Down his chest, across his stomach, and...

He yelped as a strange pressure appeared in the base of his spine.

"Oh, you're growing your tail!" Myrr exclaimed, crawling around behind him to watch.

It was by far the weirdest thing he had felt all night. He craned his neck around as what looked like a bubble of flesh rose from his back, and then grew outwards. New nerves tingled as they grew, sending brand new sensations to Vance's brain. Fur began to grow to cover that as well, and Myrr stroked it as it grew longer and longer.

"Your fur is coming in so beautifully," she murmured appreciatively. "Any Feln would have thought themselves lucky to mate with you."

Focusing on his new tail, Vance found he could identify the muscles as they grew in. He gave one a twitch--and slapped Myrr right in the face with it. She fell backwards onto the bed.

"Shit, I'm so sorry!" Vance exclaimed, spinning to face her. Behind him, his tail took on a mind of its own, sweeping across the bed and knocking the sheets to the floor. "Myrr, are you okay?"

She opened her eyes, and Vance realized that she was laughing. Before he could react, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her.

"Welcome to the Feln," she whispered.

Vance froze. "You...You mean it's done?"

She nodded. "Vance the human is gone. Vance the Feln...my mate...my new lover...is here. And he'll stay here forever!"

Vance expected that statement to hurt. He had chosen this, but the pain of leaving his old life behind would still undoubtedly affect him.

To his surprise, though, all he felt was happiness. In fact, a purr rose from his chest, which was quickly joined by Myrr's as well.

"Now, my new mate," Myrr said, spreading her legs and wrapping them around him, "fuck me the way only a Feln can!"

That was all Vance needed to hear. Cuddling up with her, he felt the tip of his cock poke her waiting, eager entrance. He looked into her eyes, she nodded, and the two of them shared one more kiss...

Before he plunged his entire length into her.

"Ohhh, God! Fuck!" Myrr cried, digging her claws into Vance's shoulder. "Fuck, fuckfuckfuck! Vance..."

Overcome by the burning need to mate, Vance still forced himself to stop. "Myrr, are okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, I...I just..." She gasped for breath between each word. "It's soooo good. Why did you stop?"

Vance smiled down at her as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, and began to thrust in and out of her. Myrr immediately gave a high pitched moan, hugging Vance even closer to her. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest, her nipples rubbing against his skin through his newly grown fur, and the sensation ignited yet another fire inside him.

What little of his humanity was left told Vance to take it slow. This was their first time together. It should be made to last, appreciating every second of their newfound intimacy.

His new Feln instincts rejected that idea immediately.

"FFFFFFUCK," he moaned as he slid his cock in and out of her moist, quivering womanhood. She squeezed him, milked him, begged him for every drop of cum he could give it, all the while moaning in harmony with him. He slid one hand between them, groping her breast to Myrr's delight as she pressed her lips against his yet again.

Once again, the familiar pressure began to build up inside of him...

"Vance, I love you," Myrr gasped as she drew closer to her own orgasm.

"I love you too, Myrr!"

"Then show me," she begged him. "Show me how...much you...love mmmee_eeEEEEEEEEEEE!"_

He did as she said, slamming his cock one more time into her, and shooting his load into her. Whether it was his new Feln body, or if he really was just that aroused, he knew immediately that he had never cum so much, so hard in his life. It erupted from his cock, splashing against the walls of his lover's pussy, filling her until it seeped out of her opening. All the while, she sprayed him with her own fluids, coating the fur on his crotch with her intoxicating smell.

Finally, when his mind shattering orgasm had finally ended, Vance collapsed on top of his mate. They wrapped their arms around each other, cuddling in the afterglow of their first lovemaking.

"I love you," Myrr whispered again.

In reply, Vance kissed her.

They lay like that for...Vance wasn't sure how long. But eventually Myrr disentangled herself from him and sat up. In a strange ripple of fur and flesh, she reverted back to her nongendered form, going from her to it yet again.

Curious, Vance said up as well and looked down at himself. Judging by the cock that hung from between his legs, he was still very much male. How would he go about...

He jumped in surprise as his body obeyed his unspoken request. His penis shrank into his crotch, leaving it smooth and featureless. The rest of his body followed suit, his more muscular form decreasing until he was as genderless as Myrr.

"Weird," he said, and raised his hand to his throat. His voice...it had changed during the transformation, but now it had changed even more, becoming neither male nor female, just like the rest of him. "Now what? We go to this planet you were talking about?"

Myrr gave him a smile--he knew he was technically an it like Myrr now, but he couldn't bring himself to think of himself as anything but male--and shook its head.

"No, my new, dear lover," it answered, as if he had said something funny. "Our work here on earth is far from over."

Vance cocked his head in confusion, and Myrr smiled.

"The hormones that I used to transform you are now inside you, Vance," it said. "Until they wear off, anyone that you share your DNA with will become a Feln just like you did."

"I...I don't understand," Vance said. "Why would I need to..."

Myrr laughed. "Vance, my race died out because there wasn't enough genetic diversity to keep inbreeding from occurring. We are going to need far, far more than one person if we want to regrow our population."

Vance sat back, stunned. It made sense, but still! The idea of spreading this around to even more people...he wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Sensing his concern through their mental connection, Myrr sauntered over and sat down beside him, putting an arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry, Vance. We are still mates, and I still love you. I always will. But polygamous relationships are not uncommon in Feln society. It's what comes of being able to change between genders so easily, I think."

Vance looked into its eyes, and could see that it was telling the truth. They were going to share this gift with more people...this wonderful, wonderful gift...and that meant making love to them just as Myrr had done to him tonight. But the place he held in Myrr's heart would never, ever be given to anyone else. They were together now.

Forever.

"But," Myrr said, a grin spreading across its face, "before we do that, you need to learn what it's truly like to be a Feln. And that means playing both parts in a relationship."

Vance looked at it, surprised. "What does that..."

His voice trailed off as he watched Myrr's body ripple yet again, changing it to a him. Before he could say anything, though, he felt Myrr's mental touch on him, guiding his thoughts to give his body a new command.

"Ohhh, God," Vance whispered as he_suddenly became _she.

Large, firm breasts grew out of her chest. A tingle of excitement ran through her crotch as her newly grown pussy began to grow wet from the hormones Myrr had passed on to her. One of Myrr's hands, now thicker and more masculine, came to caress those breasts, sending a shiver of pleasure down Vance's spine.

"Are you ready, my love?" Myrr asked, leaning in closer.

Vance hesitated, then nodded, kissing her new mate with all the passion in the universe.

TO BE CONTINUED?