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TOTT: Crashing Samhain.

By MisstressChange

Jeremy and Joey walked steadily down the street of the upper-class neighborhood their friend, Tom, lived in. Halloween decorations adorned the large, opulent houses on either side. The sporadic blue and red lights of the police cars sent to break up Tom's excessively loud gathering faded behind them. It was supposed to go till three or even four in the morning, but tragically, it had been cut short.

The two were some of the last to leave. Having secluded themselves in the billiards room downstairs with a few other friends, they didn't get the disappointing news until most people had already been corralled out, leaving a vacant, messy mansion. The two guys weren't ready to resign for the night, though. It wasn't even midnight, and tom's designer drugs still coursed through their veins.

"Fucking fascist pigs." Jeremy spat, irritated that his good time had been cut so short. He had been looking forward to Tom's party all month. "They can't just let people have their fun, can they?" He added, brandishing the plastic flintlock pistol that came with his pirate costume.

"Dude, c'mon. Even you have to admit, it was getting super loud. I could hear the lyrics from the music upstairs clearly through the basement ceiling, for Christ's sake." Joey said. He pulled his phone out from the coveralls he wore for his plumber costume and checked the time. "It's not even midnight yet. Let's just go back to my place and put on a couple horror movies until these drugs wear off.

"Dude, fuck that man. Let's find another party!" Jeremy bounded ahead with enthusiasm. Joey just groaned, begrudgingly following him.

"You want to crash another party? I dunno man, good luck finding one that'll let us in."

"Dude, no one 'lets you in.' You just let yourself in." He stopped to lean in toward his friend. "Have you seriously never crashed a party before?!" He asked as if such behavior was normal.

"No, I haven't. Because I'm not an ass like you are." Joey retorted, eyebrows raised in concern.

"Aww, c'mon man, don't be such a bitch." Joey was taken aback by Jeremy's comment, although by now, he should have been used to his friend's occasional ribbing. "It'll be fun. No one knows us. We can jack some free booze...It'll be awesome." He gripped Joey's shoulder while he listed off all the 'benefits' of entering someone's house uninvited and drinking their beer.

"Whatever, man," Joey murmured, conceding to his friend's insatiable need to party. As the two ventured through the bourgeois neighborhood, they happened upon a huge house that dwarfed the others by far. Looking through the wide iron gate, the two could see every light in the place was still on. Silhouettes danced and moved about in every window, and the muffled sound of chatter and laughter could be heard across the vast, well-maintained yard. Jeremy wrapped his hands around the cold metal bars and stared into the place, scoping it out. He turned to joey with excitement in his eyes.

"Dude! Check it out! I bet they have champagne in there and everything!" Joey scratched his short blonde hair in discomfort.

"You really want to try to get in there?" He asked, hoping to persuade his friend from sneaking in. "The gate's closed and locked. And I ain't boosting you over. So let's keep looking." But, Jeremy was already heading to the side gate intended for foot traffic.

"You don't have to. This one's unlocked." He said triumphantly as he turned the handle to a *click* as it came unlatched. He pushed it open, and its joints squealed. He turned his head to Joey with a mischievous look on his face. "Let's head inside, shall we?" Before Joey could answer, Jeremy had already started down the brick path toward the house.

Reluctantly, Joey grabbed the gate's handle and followed in after him. He could swear Jeremy was going to be the death of him. He hurried his steps to catch up, and the two walked through the extravagant yard. Hedge sculptures littered the closely trimmed grass, each depicting a different animal. In fact, no two animal was the same, every one a different species.

The two arrived at the front door. The noise coming from inside depicted a lively party, just the thing Jeremy was hoping for. He placed his hand on the door's handle and looked down before saying, "Let's see if lady luck will be blessing us twice tonight."

He turned the handle to find it also unlocked. His face lit up for a moment, and he turned his head to Joey, who looked unamused. Then, he smirked and gave his friend a victorious pump of his fist.

"Alright, we'll stay for a little bit, and that's if we don't get immediately tossed out."

"Dude, fuck that, I'm stayin'. I'm gonna try to bag me one of those rich babes." With that, he turned the handle all the way and opened the door. The noise of the party burst out into the night air, and Jeremy, trying to look as inconspicuous as he could, snuck in. Joey sighed and, once again, followed along, heading inside.

Once inside, the two gazed around in wonder at the place. It was huge, lit up by crystal chandeliers. The floor was made of fine marble, covered in wide tapestry-style rugs. The walls and ceiling were made of delicately sculpted and finished sandstone, as were the few load-bearing pillars. The place looked more like a temple than its outside would suggest.

Every piece of furniture the two could make out between the guests was top class. Everything looked so unbelievably expensive. They were nearly afraid to touch anything. At least Joey was. When the two were finished drooling over the house's grandeur, their attention was solely set on the guests.

Every single person was dressed in an animal costume, each with incredible detail. The costumes were skin-tight, showing off the women's curves and men's muscles. Every outfit seemed to be pretty anatomically correct as well. They had nipples, claws, nails, and even genitals tucked into sheaths or surrounded by pubic fur. The costumes went as far as to have working mouths, ears, and eyes.

The two friends turned and gave each other a weird look. Jeremy leaned in to be heard over the constant chatter and the eclectic techno music.

"I think this is some weird furry sex party." He said, grinning.

"I guess so? All the better to leave then, eh?" Joey asked, wanting desperately to get out of this situation.

"Oh, hell no. I'm going to find a nice, foxy lady to chill with. Or better yet...a sex kitten!" Jeremy chuckled over the noise and began pushing past people to find what he was looking for. Joey tried to follow him, apologizing to those he passed by.

The two stopped at a dainty rabbit woman, dressed in a black one-piece and fishnet stockings, carrying a serving tray of champagne flutes. Jeremy tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around to face him. He was taken aback by how life-like her costume looked up close. It was like her fur was really attached to her body, and her eyes were actually checking him out.

"Whoa, these drugs really do some work..." he said, half to himself, half to Joey.

"I'm sorry, sir?" The rabbit asked, unsure what he was talking about. One of her ears pivoted toward him.

"Nothin, I'm just gonna...grab one of these, don't mind if I do." He reached out and took hold of a glass with each hand, lifting them and passing one to joey. Tactlessly, he spilled some of the beverage on her fur and clothes in his carelessness. She gasped in surprise, then groaned in disgust.

"I hear rabbits fuck a lot. So what do ya say you and me find a room together, and I make your foot thump." He said, propositioning her. The rabbit girl looked up from herself, busy brushing the champagne off with her free hand. She scrunched her face up at him and scoffed. Then, she turned and strode away in anger.

"Sorry...about...him...." Joey said, attempting to apologize, but she was already out of earshot.

"I guess I was wrong." Jeremy quipped, nudging Joey in the ribs with his elbow. Joey just sighed and took a sip from his glass, embarrassed. Jeremy did the same, almost downing the entire beverage, lacking any self-awareness.

"And who the hell are you two?" An authoritative and inquisitive voice came from behind them, effortlessly reaching their ears through all the noise. They simultaneously turned around then gazed up at the person addressing them.

It appeared to be an eight-foot-tall person dressed in some sort of mix between a wolf and a jackal of Egyptian mythology. She was clearly female, sporting double D-cup breasts and womanly hips. Her body looked like it had some muscle yet remained soft and plush.

The fur of her costume was a soft black and had golden yellow bands around her neck, biceps, and ankles, clearly part of her fur coloration. The identical coloration appeared on her ears and striped down the length of her bushy tail. It made up her eyebrows and bordered her eyes, too, even branching off to form Egyptian patterns and symbols that adorned her face.

At the end of her muzzle, two of her teeth came down past her lower jaw, giving her a sabretooth appearance. In addition, her nose was pierced through her septum by a golden ring, and her canine ears were pierced by short, slim, golden chains. Long, dark blue hair curtained down just below her shoulders, gradually fading into a magenta tone.

Most of her body was covered by a sleeveless, translucent silk dress that showed her body underneath in a teasing way. The two boys could see her nipples through it, both yellow and pierced by small, golden, dangling Tyets that made outlines in the fabric.

She looked down at them with one eyebrow raised. Awaiting an answer.

"Uhh..." Joey said, dumbfounded by the enormous canine lady.

"Heeeeey," Jeremy said slyly, already trying to flirt with the woman. "I could ask you the same question, honey." The jackal snorted disapprovingly at him.

"I-I'm sorry about him. He's a litt-"

"Who invited you here?" The woman followed up, cutting joey off. She looked back and forth between them, fingers tapping her blue nails on her hip.

"Uhhhh..." Jeremy looked around, thinking up a clever lie that typically worked for him when crashing parties. "Ash-ley...invited us." He said, half-convincingly. The woman gave them a suspicious look, then gazed up around the party. An easy feat for a woman of her stature.

"Ashley?!" She shouted over the noise of the guests and music. Her voice seemed to boom unnaturally over the crowd. A few patrons looked up at her, but only one seemed to answer her call. It was a ferret-looking woman in a leather jacket.

"Yeah?!" She answered. The two guys looked at each other for a moment, knowing their cover was blown. Joey was already blushing.

"Did you invite these two?!" The tall woman asked back. The ferret leaned up to see the two guys sweating nervously. She scrunched her face up in minor disgust.

"No, I invited Breanne!" She shouted back before turning to the tiger guy she had previously been talking to. The jackal looked down at the two scornfully. Joey swallowed hard while Jeremy stood there with a smug 'You got us' look on his face. Joey began to explain themselves.

"Uhh, yeah...We're really sorry about sneaking in here. I didn't want to do it, just to be clear." He waited for a response, but the jackal's only response was another raise of her eyebrow. He grabbed Jeremy's arm. "We'll, uh, just be leaving now. Sorry for the trouble." He started to move in the direction of the door, but the lady spoke up again. Her scornful look turned into one of understanding and forgiveness.

"Oh, I didn't say you had to leave." She mentioned. The two paused and turned their attention back to her. She brought her hand up from her hip, resting her elbow in the palm of her other. She stroked one of her long teeth between her fingers, then casually directed a pointed finger between the two. "But you will need proper costumes. If you couldn't already tell, this is a themed party." She rested her hands at her sides. "Come, I have some you can, 'change' into. Follow me."

The Jackal lady turned away from them and walked away, swishing her hand, beckoning them to follow her. Jeremy and Joey looked at each other, and Jeremy shrugged.

"We get to wear something like the rest of these people? So cool! I'm down 'fur' that." He chuckled at his own pun. "This is going to be such a sick story to tell our friends. Jeremy and joey, crashing a furry sex party, then get invited to join in." He laughed enthusiastically, turning to follow the tall woman. Joey sighed in exasperation and reluctantly followed the two others. It felt like that's what he'd been doing all night.

The three made their way through the crowd, guests parting way for the Jackal woman as she went. She placed her hands on the heads of those closest to her as she passed by them, petting them and scratching behind their ears. Every one of them who received her pets seemed to just stop what they were doing or saying to nuzzle into her soft touch, making whatever pleased sound their particular species made.

They reached the house's grand staircase leading to the second floor, the first part of the house not filled with guests. The woman spoke to them as the three ascended the velvet carpeted incline while running her hand up the banister.

"Every Samhain night, or Halloween, to you, I host a party here in my house. I invite exceptional guests that I deem worthy of...self-refection. Troubled people in one way or another that I feel need to...become something else in order to appreciate the persons they were." She continued explaining as they reached the top of the stairs. As the din of the party diminished, the two noticed her voice changing. "That's why it's essential to pick out the right... 'costume.' I carefully vet all of my guests, so they take a form that best represents them."

The two boys found themselves hanging on her every word. Now clearly hearing every subtle note of her voice, unimpeded by the crowd downstairs, it was hard not to listen. It was prevailing and boisterous, yet soft and alluring. Like a raging thundercloud had been dipped in honey.

At the top of the stairs, two hallways led off in either direction leading to a series of closed doors. Directly in front of them was a tall, hardwood double door, high enough for even the Jackal woman to step through without fear of bumping her head. She stepped to the door and pulled both its latches, pushing its halves inward. Then, stepping aside, she guided the two in with a wave of her hand.

Once inside, the two boys gazed about at the splendor of such a place. A long, silk, velvet-covered bed took up most of the room's center, while pristinely crafted hardwood drawers and wardrobes took up the sides. A huge walk-in closet lay beyond a sizable opening on the right side of the room, and a partially open door led to an ensuite bathroom. The walls were painted with scenes of anthropomorphic characters, all conversing like something out of a renaissance painting. They were painted with such detail, they could belong on the Sistine Chapel ceiling.

"Alright, you two, on the bed. Let's pick you out something that truly fits you." The jackal said in a suggestive tone. The two gave each other strange looks but ultimately did as commanded. Sitting at the foot of the bed, the woman closed the doors behind her, then turned to face them.

"So...how do you figure out our costumes? Is this like...an interview? Joey asked, eyebrows raised nervously. Jeremy Leaned back and propped his upper body up with his arms.

"Sort of." She rested her arms on her hips. "I can tell. I just need to get a feel of your personalities. I'll start with you, my dear." She said to Jeremy, looking at him.

"Alright, I'm all yours." He grinned and looked her up and down. Unbeknownst to him, she had begun peering into his mind, reading his thoughts and memories, trying to get a sense of who he truly was.

Unsurprising to her, he was much like he presented himself to be. Obnoxious and rude, acting in an overconfident and boisterous manner that verged on aggressive. He loved to take jabs at people, especially those that didn't enthusiastically play along with his schemes. Joey was a constant recipient of this ribbing. It almost appeared that the man kept his friend around as a pincushion he could prod at to boost his own sense of masculinity. It was all the jackal needed from him.

Then, she looked at Joey, peering into his mind this time. Indeed, he was a very curious case, much more interesting than his friend. Joey had certain feelings he had pushed away to the back of his mind for as long as he could remember. Feelings he tried to ignore, but the more he tried, the more miserable he became. Jealousy towards women, their bodies, the things they wore. The longer he failed to actualize who he really was inside, the more it ate away at his self-confidence, his sense of sexuality, and recently, depression began to set in.

"Oh, you two will be fun." She grinned at them, almost maliciously.

"So, what costumes do we get?" Jeremy asked cockily, smirking and sucking his teeth.

"Hmmm," she hummed. "I've decided, but I'm afraid I haven't been completely truthful with you. That being said, neither were the two of you, sneaking into my house and all." The two cocked their eyebrows in confusion. "You see, I'm not a human, like you, and this isn't a costume I'm wearing. It's my fur." Jeremy snorted a laugh.

"Yeah, ok, lady. We get it. You like to role-play." She turned to him, arms folding under her breasts. She let out a sharp laugh.

"The only role I'm playing is the host of this party. And the source of every guest's transformation."

"Uhh, what do you mean, transformation?" Joey asked nervously.

"Those people aren't wearing costumes. Essentially, they now 'are' the costumes." She explained gleefully.

"So, what you're saying is, no costumes?" Jeremy quipped, not taking any of her words seriously.

"They're all...animal people?" Joey asked. Even he didn't believe her. The jackal softly chuckled at their lack of faith in her.

"They are, and in a moment, you shall join them." She uncrossed her arms and walked toward them, swaying her hips. Joey shuffled away from her further onto the bed. But Jeremy sat up a bit more, intrigued. She put one knee on the bed and leaned in, towering over them. Then, in a brazen move, she reached out and grabbed Jeremy's crotch over his jeans.

"Whoa, now we're talking." He quipped, a sly smile splitting his face. The jackal kept her hand where it was, staring him in the eyes with a grin. Jeremy looked back into her hazel eyes, then back to his crotch. His facial expression changed dramatically, from enjoyment to terror.

He felt as his man parts shift in his pants, under her hand. His already erect cock was going flaccid and seemed to be getting smaller. He felt his testes moving about, too, his sack pulling close to his body as if he had taken a dip in cold water. Soon, the jackal's hand was rubbing on nothing but a flat mound. Jeremy gasped at the sudden shift in sensation. That's when she pulled her hand away. "Uhh," Jeremy grunted in anxious confusion. His hand shot straight under his jeans and boxers, and he shrieked in horror.

"What the fuck? What the fuck!" he cried, feeling the smooth, slick pussy that had replaced his man parts. "What the fuck...how the fuck did you do that?" The jackal chuckled at him.

"I changed you, just as I said I would." She replied. Joey shuffled farther toward the other side of the bed.

"Impossible..." Joey whispered in disbelief. The jackal gazed over at him.

"Nothing is impossible, my dear. I am Amunet, goddess of sexuality, sexual deviancy, fertility, and virility. I can change you two however I please."

"Change me back! I don't wanna be a girl!" Jeremy cried.

"Maybe you don't right now, but you will soon. Once the party 'really' gets started, you'll be begging for more, and more, and more!" She grabbed Jeremy's ankle and pulled him closer. Her other hand reached out and landed on his forehead.

He let out a moan, and his clothes seemed to dissolve from his body, dematerializing. With Jeremy's clothes completely gone, Joey could see his lack of male genitals. His eyes snapped open in shock. "You've always been a bit of an ass, haven't you, Jeremy?" Said Amunet. "Let's make your body match."

Short, grey fur began to sprout from his skin where she touched him, swiftly spreading over his body. Then, his short brown hair turned black, growing until it was a few inches long. It only took a few seconds for the spreading fur to join at his midsection. His hands and fingers were the last to be covered.

The fur then grew out in certain spots, making it look shaggier. His upper chest, shoulders, ankles, and hips all being included. The longer fur blended perfectly into his shorter, more delicate coat, the patches on his hips extenuating how wide they were. This, coupled with the way his hips were already widening, gave his lower body a very womanly look.

His muscles softened, and his shoulders narrowed. Jeremy looked down at his dainty new body, watching his toes fuse together, blacken, and harden, becoming one with the lower half of his feet, leaving him with new, flat hooves.

Jeremy abruptly groaned as the numerous changes morphed him into what he assumed was a donkey. His facial bones began to crack, pulling out, skin following suit as it slowly formed an equine muzzle. His teeth grew larger to fill in the new space. Long, fuzzy ears sprang up as they changed spontaneously.

Joey watched with morbid fascination. A part of him was frightened of this 'goddess,' terrified of becoming like the others, off partying. However, another part of him was intrigued by what she could do 'for' him. As he watched a pair of breasts balloon out of Jeremy's once masculine chest, he couldn't help but want what Jeremy was being granted.

"She's almost done, Joey," Amunet said to the still-human boy. "You'll be next, but I have a feeling that you won't be as reluctant as your friend here. I know your little secrets, Joey, but I'd never hold them against you. Instead, I'd rather help you alleviate them." Joey relaxed a bit. Her intentions sounded less malicious now that he knew there was a chance of fulfilling one of his greatest desires.

"Y-yeah?" He asked, wishing to hear more. Every fantasy of what he would do as the opposite sex flashed through his mind, something he often thought about. His heart raced even faster now, rising excitement winning over his diminishing fear. He sat up further on the bed.

"Yes, my dear, I know you'll like this. How lucky you are to have stumbled upon me this night." A grey tail unfolded from beneath Jeremy, finalizing her transformation. Amunet released her hand from her head, letting her fall back onto the bedspread. He made anguished moans as he tried to comprehend what had just transpired, not to mention her new form. The goddess then climbed playfully onto the bed and crawled toward Joey.

"Your name is Joey, like a kangaroo, but I think you'd much rather be a...Jill, correct?" Joey nodded his head slowly, looking up at her. She grinned at him, getting closer. "Just relax, Jill. Let go and become who you truly are." Jeremie lethargically rolled over, craning her neck to see Joey.

"Joey, run...get out while you still can...you don't want this...." She warned with her very feminine voice. Warry from going through such an experience.

"I...think I do, though," Joey answered, eyes never leaving Amunet's.

"What are you talking about? She's going to turn you into a girl! An animal girl!"

"I know...and that's fine with me." His voice floated, already accepting his fate, embracing it even. Jeremie could only watch as the goddess planted her hand on Joey's forehead.

Just as with Jeremie, the fur grew out from where Amunet's hand landed, also growing from his feet. His clothes were all stripped away to nothing, threads floating off his body. Jeremie watched the tawny fur spread all across Joey's body, merging with his short blond hair, his nails also narrowing and blackening. A look of pure bliss spread across Joey's face, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

His face cracked and creaked as it elongated, pressing out into a narrow muzzle. His upper lip changed shape, becoming more jowl-like, and his ears crept up the side of his head, stretching out until they were several inches long.

Joey's hands traveled down to his furry stomach, investigating a strange feeling there. He gasped in delighted shock when his fingers found a horizontal opening. Slipping his hands inside, he touched the moist, fleshy insides of a pouch.

"That's right," Amunet said. "You've got a pouch, and only females have pouches." Joey's face lit up with joy. Already he could feel the pressure on his chest as his burgeoning breasts began to expand. His hands abandoned his new opening to cup the soft D-cup-sized orbs he had always yearned for. A soft gasp escaped his throat as he ran his thumbs over sensitive nubs, even moaning when he massaged them between his fingers.

The next to change was Joey's legs. Already covered in fur, they snapped as their reshaped, growing longer. Next, his feet grew in size, tripling in length. Finally, his three middle toes kept growing after his feet had stopped, and then only his middlemost one after that, all of them ending in long, black nails.

Amunet looked the new kangaroo in the eyes, taking her hands off his head. "Now, let's really make you a 'Jill.'" She booped the marsupial's black nose with one hand and then lowered it to his crotch, where his member was now tucked away in a sheath. She cupped his sheath and furry balls, pausing as she gave him a knowing smirk.

"D-do it," Joey said with his new, feminine voice. Amunet squeezed her hand gently, and Joey felt his man parts begin to shift. Everything slowly pulled inward, his sheath and sack merging and splitting, parting for the new, slick flesh inside. The outer parts tightened while his new opening gave way, forming his vagina. Finally, the rest shifted, leaving him, or now, her, with a fully functioning pussy. She was complete, and Jill was reborn.

Amunet took her hand away and rolled off the bed, leaving the two there to contemplate what they had become. Jill's hands went straight for her pussy, cupping the furry mound and probing her slit with her long-nailed fingers, gasping in delight.

"This, this is incredible." She remarked, looking down at her new body.

"Incredible!?" Jeremie shouted, getting up on her knees, Double-Ds bouncing as gravity pulled them down. "Look at us! How can you be enjoying this?!" Her hands went to her head, running through her black hair and over her long ears.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Jeremie. Animal traits aside, this is a dream come true. I...finally feel right...." She admitted this to her transformed friend while running her hands over herself, feeling every inch of her new body. Amunet crossed her arms.

"I think your friend here needs some convincing." She suggested. Jill slowly looked over her friend's voluptuous body, biting her lip.

"Yes, she does." Jill agreed, eyeing up her friend. She sat up and crawled seductively over to Jeremie. The two animal girls met on hands and knees, and Jeremie gazed into her friend's eyes fearfully. Jill leaned in to kiss the donkey lady, but Jeremie protested.

"Joey, what are you doin-" She got cut off by Jill's lips on hers. She tried to pull away, but Jill just leaned in further, putting her hand on the donkey's shoulder. Jeremie put up as much of a fight as she could, but soon enough, she found herself kissing back. It felt nice, and she enjoyed the soft coos coming from the kangaroo. It was like kissing an ordinary girl, soft and gentle but with a muzzle. Then, as quick as it began, Jill broke the kiss to speak.

"Feels like you're warming up, Jeremie. Come're," She suggested, leaning back on the bed. She led her friend by the chin, cautiously following her hands and knees. Jeremie Crawled over her friend before being pulled into another kiss. This time, Jeremie got more into it, allowing some tongue out and biting Jill's lip. Jill's satisfied coos were coupled with Jeremie's own soft, feminine noises.

Amunet leaned on one of the bed's tall corner posts, arms still crossed. A satisfied smile crossed her muzzled face as she watched both girls slide into the comfort of their new bodies. This time, Jeremie broke their passionate kiss with her friend to speak.

"Joey, er...Jill...can I...do stuff to you?" She asked, taking her partner's consent into consideration for maybe the first time in her life. Jill looked into her eyes longingly and nodded.

"You can do whatever you'd like, hun." She said sweetly. "Don't be afraid." Jeremie gave her a quick and nervous smile and moved her head down to Jill's breasts. Her equine tongue did long laps over Jill's sensitive flesh, and Jill gasped at the sensations. Her gasp turned to long moans as Jeremie's mouth closed over her nipples entirely, sucking on them while flicking her nubs with her tongue. Jeremie switched sides to the sound of renewed moans from her partner.

Jill was in heaven. She had hoped and prayed so long to know how this felt, yet, there was still so much more to explore. Her hand pushed on Jeremie's head, motioning her partner to move downward.

"Go lower, hun. You know where to go." She heard so many stories in the past from Jeremy, recalling his sexual endeavors, so many involving cunnilingus. Joey had always fantasized about how divine it would feel to have someone's tongue run through one's moist folds, and boy, were her folds moist right now. "Show me what you did to all those girls you talked about. I wanna feel it."

Jeremie licked his way gradually downward, passing over the entrance to her pouch. Finally, her long muzzled mouth reached the musky prize between Jill's legs. She started with a few light licks over Jill's slit, getting a taste and wetting the fur around it. Jill cooed and chewed on the knuckle of one of her fingers. Then, Jeremie really dug in.

She buried her tongue in the kangaroo's pussy, parting those pink lips. Jill's legs shook, and she let out a shocked moan. The donkey went slowly, licking long and thoroughly, but soon enough, she picked up the pace, flicking her clit on the upswing.

Jill writhed and moaned on the bed. She gripped the bedsheets, trying to hold on for dear life. It felt incredible, like nothing she could have prepared for. It was everything she had dreamed of and more, and It only got better from there.

Jeremie lapped at her vigorously, sometimes teasing her hole. Every lick got faster and faster, and Jill didn't know what to do with herself anymore. She moaned and arched her back like she was being exorcised by a priest. Her whole body was on fire. Amunet just chuckled to herself. The goddess left her post to walk to the door leading out to the hallway.

"Are you two ready for the real party?" She asked, looking back at them with her hands on the door. Jill looked up with a look of indescribable pleasure, trying and failing to question what the goddess was implying through her moans. Amunet turned back to the door with a grin and pulled it open.

The two halves gave way to a horde of partygoers, all of who looked like they had been quietly listening. "Alright, everyone. Let's begin, shall we?!" She said stridently, addressing the crowd. The two on the bed stopped to look at the open door. Amunet's grin took a wicked turn, and her voice returned to its usual tone and volume. "Go wild."

At her word, the guests spilled into the room, some heading for the bed, others coupling up, tripling up, or even quadrupling up on the floor. One couple hurried for the bathroom, turning the shower on before practically attacking each other. The two friends looked around the room at all the commotion, then to those who joined them.

A Tasmanian tiger lady slid up next to Jill, already running her hands over the new girl. Jill, mostly forgetting Jeremie, leaned into the tiger, happily receiving her.

"I heard you making all that noise in here. I was hoping I could hear the sounds you make when 'I' get my fingers on you." She said. Her voice was high-pitched and squeaky, carrying a sultry tone. Jill nodded.

"Yes, please." She agreed enthusiastically. The kangaroo shuffled closer to the tiger woman, and they both ran their hands over each other. It wasn't long before their hands found their way to each other's pussies, spreading the wet lips of the other.

Jeremie, meanwhile, was busy with another guest, two to be exact. The ferret girl from earlier and her tiger friend joined her on the bed, flanking either side of her. She looked back and forth between the two with a worried look.

"Hey, hun," The ferret said, breaking the tension. "I saw you earlier downstairs. Gotta say, you look so much better now that you're like this." She ran her hand down Jeremie's side, feeling her curves. She felt the tiger guy's finger trail along her right arm then back up again.

"She's right. You 'are' super cute." Jeremie turned her head back to him, only to see him leering at her with intent. Jeremie felt the need to open her mouth to interject.

"Oh, I-I'm not...into.....guys...." She started, but her train of thought trailed off as her eyes scanned his muscular body, focusing on his member as it grew from his sheath. She felt her nether regions tingle just before snapping out of it. The kangaroo looked up at the tiger again, almost confused.

"Oh, yeah?" He quipped. "The way you're looking at me says otherwise." He teased her with his words and his finger, which was now trailing down her ribs.

"That's ok, hun. The first time with a guy can be daunting. We can play for a bit if you'd like." She ran her hand down and gripped Jeremie's thigh. The ferret leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I'll show you how good it feels to be a girl. Then 'he' can take over and show you the rest." Jeremie shuttered.

"O-ok. But...please go slowly. I-I'm not used to this." Jeremie stuttered, her feminine voice squeaking over the lewd noises filling the room surrounding them. The ferret girl snuggled into her side, hand gripping further up her thigh. She licked the donkey's neck while her fingers grazed over her partner's new netherlips, making Jeremie gasp.

"Jesus..." Jeremie remarked with wavering breath. The ferret girl pressed her fingers further into her partner's ever moistening folds. "Oh, shit..." Jeremie moaned, feeling every slight movement of her partner's fingers. This was added to by the tiger's lips and tongue on her new, more sensitive nipples. A sudden, loud moan excited her throat, and she arched her back as the ferret flexed her fingers and slid into Jeremie's opening.

While Jeremie was taught what her new lady parts could do, Jill and the Tasmanian tiger girl were curled up with one another, breasts pressed together, fingers deep in each other's pockets. They steadily made out, reveling in the company of the other, humming cute moans into their interlocked muzzles.

They both felt another person climb onto the bed and over them, laying next to the new kangaroo. Jill broke the kiss so she could crane over and identify the newcomer. It was a very muscular, handsome, grey wolf guy. He smiled at her and placed his hand on her shoulder, massaging it. Jill smiled back and looked him up and down. He winked at her, and she giggled in return.

"You wanna play with him, hun?" Jill's partner asked. "I don't mind watching, or...maybe you could use your mouth on me while you take it from behind?" Jill's head snapped back to the Tasmanian tiger, nodding frantically.

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, agreeing wholeheartedly. Her hand retreated from her partner's pussy and swayed back to gingerly grab the wolf's growing red member. The tiger lady reached over Jill so she could take part too, fondling the wolf's tip as it got too long for Jill's hand to fully encompass.

"Oh, ladies..." The wolf said, huffing in his deep, grumbling voice. "You're too nice to me. I'm defiantly vibing with what your partner just mentioned." He cradled Jill's face in his hand as she looked back at him with yearning eyes. "As long as it's ok with you, darling."

"Oh, it's more than ok," Jill said. Her fluttering 'come fuck me' eyes bore into his being. "I want you to fuck me like the beast you are." She grinned and turned onto her stomach, big breasts resting on the bedspread. The wolf guy took his cue and sat up, positioning himself behind her on his knees. The kangaroo pushed herself up onto all fours, raising her long, tapering tail so the wolf could get a perfect view of her dripping, thirsting pussy.

"Ready, dear?" The wolf asked while he rubbed the tip of his cock through her labia.

"Do it, handsome. Give me everything you've got." Jill responded, looking back at him with wanton lust. He pressed in, grunting as his cock slid into her tight hole. Jill moaned and pushed back against him. Bit by bit, every one of the wolf's eight inches made its way into Jill's insides, stopping at the knot.

The two began moving in tandem with each other, trusting and pushing in and out to get the most feeling they could from their partner. Meanwhile, the Tasmanian tiger girl scooted over the bedspread until she was in front of Jill. Then, she laid back against the pillows and headboard, spreading her legs to present her own wet pussy to Jill. Jill opened her eyes when she caught the scent of her other partner's musk and shoved her face between the girl's legs.

"Ooohhh..." The girl moaned out. "Yeah, that's it. Good girl." Her hands massaged Jill's long ears while the kangaroo ate her out.

"Looks like they're having quite the time. Think you're ready to join your friend in the fun, sweetie?" The ferret girl asked Jeremie. The panting donkey girl looked back to see Jill in the center of a threesome. Jealousy was definitely not something she thought she'd feel as she watched her friend getting pounded from behind, face crammed into another girl's pussy, but feel it she definitely did. She thought of the tiger guy's cock again, feeling it pressing against her hip as she looked back. She swallowed hard, brow furrowing.

"Yes...Yes, I'm ready. If she can do this...so can I." She grabbed the ferret's hand and pulled it from her drooling snatch, receiving a flustered squeak from the ferret. A competitive determination arose within her, a lasting trait of her old, male, human self, surfacing, driving her new ambitions. She was going to show Jill how to fuck like a real animal. There was no way she was going to let that kangaroo show her up like that.

Jeremie crawled up beside Jill on hands and knees, tail swishing sensually behind her. She gracefully wiggled her bountiful ass for the tiger guy behind her, lifting her tail just as Jill did. He looked over her body as she lay in wait, their eyes meeting when she turned her head, growing impatient. "So, you gonna clap these cheeks or what?"

"Absolutely, ma'am." He replied cockily, promptly getting up to get behind the girl. He grabbed his nine-inch, rock-hard, feline member and aimed it at her slavering hole. Jeremie watched him prepare. "Go to town, big boy. Show me what you've got."

With that, the tiger guy pushed his rigid cock into the donkey girl, who cried out in pleasure, throwing her head back and braying.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" She cried. The tiger guy began his thrusts in and out of her, creating more moans and brays from the girl. She addressed Jill through ragged breaths. "Take some notes, Jill. This is how you take a dick!" Jill just ignored her, too occupied with the musty meal she was devouring.

The ferret girl scanned the scene on the bed, feeling left out. She eyed the Tasmanian tiger getting eaten out and then Jeremie, whose mouth was currently unused. Finally, she decided to put Jeremie to work and made her way in front of the donkey, leaning back just like the other girl.

"Ya know, sweetie, Jill here is beating you two to one." She spoke cleverly, knowing just how to push the donkey's buttons. "If you wanna compete, you have to put that tongue to work." She splayed her legs apart, getting ready for Jeremie's wide tongue.

She didn't have to wait long. Jeremie took one lusty look at the situation before nodding and hungrily burying her long, equine face in the ferret's loins.

Amunet gazed around her room, a radiant look of pride on her face. She looked over the groups of people fornicating on the floor, in the bathroom, out in the hallway, and down in the rest of the house. Everything was going exactly as she planned.

She remarked on the impressive amount of noise the six on her bed were making, nearly overpowering the noises filling the rest of the room. The two new girls fit in quite nicely, and had been filled quite nicely too. She could tell they were all getting close to finishing, their cries of ecstasy growing louder and louder with each thrust they took.

Jill's eyes opened, shifting over to Jeremie. The kangaroo definitely 'took note' of how her friend was indeed putting in the effort to show her up. But she knew she had one more trick up her sleeve, or pouch, in her case.

She stopped licking the writhing girl's pussy to turn to her friend. Jeremie opened her eyes to peer back at her, feeling her gaze. She, too, stopped eating her partner out to look back at her with a smug look.

"What's the matter? Can't keep up?" She asked in a snide tone. Jill just giggled at her.

"Oh no, I just wanted to make sure you knew...I'm about to take this guy's knot." Jeremie's eyes went wide, realizing her own partner lacked such anatomy. It sent her into a frustrated rage.

"What?! That's not fair!" she protested. Jill giggled again in return.

"Knot...fair?" She teased. She knew she had already won.

"You'll never take it." Jeremie scoffed, hoping it would be too much for the kangaroo to handle. Instead, Jill just grinned with confidence.

"Watch me, sweetie." She threw herself back on the wolf guy's cock, right up to the knot. He grunted as she slowly but steadily pushed herself back, stretching her love tunnel over the bulbous flesh. The kangaroo grimaced as she reached its widest circumference. All five of the other furs looked on in wonder while still engaging in their sexual and masturbatory acts. Even Amunet walked over to observe the feat for herself.

Finally, with a *shlick* and a *pop*, the entire knot slid inside, and Jill groaned in unadulterated bliss.

"Quite impressive." The goddess remarked. "Very good for a first-timer." She patted the kangaroo on the head, then pushed it back down onto the tiger girl's snatch. "Looks like she's got you beat, miss donkey." Jeremie scoffed, which came out as more of a moan.

"Whatever...Good game, joey, er... Jill." The donkey begrudgingly congratulated. She turned to look at the goddess so she could ask her something through labored breath. "So...miss goddess lady...."

"Amunet," She corrected.

"Yeah, Amunet...You're gonna change us back after this, right? Not that I don't appreciate the experience, of course. It's just...I have a life I need to get back to."

"Of course, I'm going to change you back. Unless you get pregnant, that is, then you'll have to stay here, at least until next year's party." Jeremie broke into a coughing fit, choking on her own saliva in shock.

"We can get pregnant?!" She blurted out.

"Well, duh. After all, you are a very fertile female, mating with such a virile male. Don't worry though, he'll be stuck here with you if he knocks you up."

"Oh, that's real reassuring," Jeremie groaned with an overtly sarcastic tone.

"Hmmm. How many years have you been here, Jason?" Amunet asked the tiger.

"Three, I think." He groaned. "Filled many a lady here, every year," He leaned in to speak right into Jeremie's ear. "I just can't help knocking up tight newbies like you, sweetie." Jeremie shuttered, although whether it was from the idea of bearing young or from the intense pleasure of being fucked so well, she couldn't tell.

"I don't even care," Jill added, head appearing from between her partner's legs. "I want to stay this way. This is awesome!" The Tasmanian tiger pushed her face back down, cooing as Jill resumed her work. Jeremie looked around the room at the orgy taking place, everyone fucking and sucking and licking each other's brains out.

"You can stop if you'd like, Jeremie." Amunet offered. "Just go sleep around with some of the other girls." She waved her hand around, gesturing to the many females she had to choose from, all engaged in carnal pleasures.

"I want to, but...this...feels too good to stop...I'm so...close." She moaned out. The ferret girl fingered herself while she watched the donkey's inner selves fight between each other. The tiger, apparently named 'Jason,' gripped Jeremie's tail, using it as a handle to gain leverage.

"Better hurry up and finish then, darling, cause I'm not gonna last much longer." Jeremie clenched her teeth and growled. Pleasure and lust overcame her rationalities.

"Oh god! Don't stop!" Jeremie cried out. "I'm...I'm...gonna...." She inhaled a long breath. "Cuuuuummmmmmm!!!" She gripped the bed sheets and brayed out. A landslide of bliss crashed down upon her, washing her away. Her vaginal walls clamped down on Jason's feline cock, her grip sending him over the edge as well.

"Oh, shit!" He groaned out loud. His cock twitched inside her, adding to her own sensations. She felt his hot, sticky semen fill her cavity like a hose. He continued slamming into her as he pumped her full on his seed.

"I'm almost there too, sweetie." The wolf guy mentioned while panting. Jill lifted her head.

"Do it, big boy! I wanna have your pups!" The kangaroo screamed with enthusiasm. This was all the wolf needed to cross the threshold into orgasm. He howled, lifting his head to the ceiling while shooting his load into her.

Jill moaned like a whore into her partner's pussy while she vigorously licked and sucked at the girl's parts. The Tasmanian tiger's high-pitched voice peaked as she and Jill came simultaneously. The girl squirted all over Jill's muzzle, and Jill happily licked it up as her body reeled in ecstasy.

The ferret, cravenly watching all of them climax while diddling herself, also managed to bring herself to orgasm. She cooed as she felt her pussy contract around her fingers.

Amunet's golden-yellow markings glowed twice in short succession, and she looked down at herself before chuckling to herself.

"Looks like you two are going to be mommies." She informed them in a mocking tone. Jill just gave her a thumbs up. Jeremie, however, seemed to stare off blankly, pondering what she had just done now that her logical faculties were returning.

"Oh, god..." She breathed. "I'm...going to...give birth?" She paused, panting. "I'm going to have a baby?" Her long face snapped to the goddess with a look of horror. "How can you keep us here for a year?! We have jobs! Friends and family will come looking for us!" Amunet chuckled again, laughing away at her pointless qualms.

"Time moves differently here, my sweet. No matter how many years you're in this house, this temple, you'll be returned to the second you entered once you step out. No lost time, you can stay here as long as you'd like. But only once you pass the yearly test can you return to your mortal realm. So for now, try to enjoy yourself, And enjoy the experience of motherhood."

Jeremie turned her head back straight, gazing off while pondering her new existence. The ferret girl had run off during Amunet's explanation, probably to find another partner. The donkey moaned as Jason pulled out of her, cum drooling out of her pussy.

"Well, looks like I'll be here another year, might as well find another lady to bed." The Tasmanian tiger's ears perked at this.

"Wanna go a for a round? I could use another year here." She asked in her squeaky voice. Jason's eyebrows raised in interest.

"Sure, us tigers gotta stick together." He grinned. She grinned back at him mischievously.

"Oh, we'll be sticking together all right." She winked at him, and he chuckled. The two slid off the massive bed and took each other's hands.

"I'll see you later, Jeremie." He mentioned, slapping the donkey's ass, which was still high in the air. They walked toward the door and disappeared.

"Uh-huh," Jeremie mumbled, both physically and mentally exhausted. Jill and the wolf were still tied together by his knot.

"So, what do we do the rest of the year?" The kangaroo asked.

"Oh, you know, sleep, feast, fornicate, drink, contemplate your normal lives before you came here. You know, just living in decadence and excess, having every desire catered to." The goddess paused, thinking. "I have an enormous billiards room in the basement, with plenty of games. There's also the huge in-ground pool and jacuzzi on the patio. I think you'll like it here." Jill sat up and into the wolf's lap. He hugged her and nuzzled her neck.

"Sounds like fun. I think I can last a year here." She reached back to run her hands through her lover's head fur. "What's your name, wolfy?"

"Bradly, but my name before I came here was Brittany." She admitted. Jill hummed lovingly.

"In sort of the same boat as me, huh? Well, I'm glad you were my first." She leaned back, and the two shared a short kiss. "Since we're still tied together, wanna go another time?" She asked, then ground her wide hips on his lap.

"I'd love to, gorgeous." He answered. The two pulled in for another kiss, which got ever more passionate as it went on. Bradly softly thrust into her, lifting her up a bit by the thighs each time he pulled out.

"Alright, I'll let you three be. I'm off to tend to the other guests. Enjoy your night!" Amunet bid them farewell and strode out of the room, hips swaying and dress ruffling. Jeremie remained where she was, still lost in her own thoughts. A fox guy wandered in after Amunet and immediately spotted Jeremie's raised ass. He wondered over beside her, kneeling down by her face.

"You wanna take a turn together?" He asked. "I've never had a donkey girl before. She looked over at him, noticing his sly grin and erect cock. She let out an exasperated grin, answering him.

"Sure. I could use a good fucking right about now." She perked up a bit, her demeanor suddenly turning assertive. "But you better fuck my brains out. I want to forget that I'm stuck like this for a whole year."

"Yes, ma'am." He agreed, enthusiastically hopping up on the bed behind her.

"Yes, ma'am," Jeremie repeated to herself in a defeated manner, groaning, then moaning, as the fox slid his rigid prick deep into her pussy.