New Found Fossils
#9 of New Found Form
New Found Fossils
By Von Krieger
Penny moaned with delight as she drew out the essence of her target. It was so simple, so very easy, and so pleasurable. There was such a vast store of genetic information right at her fingertips, hundreds of species will all sorts of interesting traits and abilities.
All she needed to do was concentrate, flex a small mental muscle and hold out a hand to direct the force that drew out the aura of beasts long dead. The data floated to her trough the air as little glowing runes. The tiny flecks of golden energy slipped into her body, into her spirit, their soft, sweet warmth like a lover's caress. It brought tears to Penny's eyes, all eight of them.
She could single-handedly restore a species to life, and had already begun doing so. While her human womb had begun the process of creating a horde of spider minions to aid their mother in her duties, Penny had used her wondrous abilities to fertilize a few of her eggs with the genetic code of several dinosaurs.
By just adding a few bits from some other creatures, and imbuing them with a tiny portion of her power, Penny would have fearsome guardians that the world had not seen for millions of years. Guardians that responded instantaneously to her mental commands.
She sighed with contentment, feeling the last little rune slip into place inside of her. It was the last one available to her at the moment; she couldn't risk venturing out in the daylight. Not without her guardians and servants as yet unborn, anyway.
Though she was benevolent, her fearsome appearance would cause immediate unease. Humans had an instinctual dislike of spiders, which was what Penny had become. She had found and ancient idol in a forgotten section of the museum where she worked.
It had been a truly magical artifact, an obsidian spider, covered in runes. Upon having it touch her bare skin, it had pierced her body with its sharp legs, but there had been no pain. The spider idol had quickly transformed her into the beautiful creature she was now.
Far more spider in appearance than human, Penny lacked any sort of human features below the waist. The large, bulb-shaped abdomen of a spider was, were most of her weight was kept, and she now moved about effortlessly on eight thin, claw tipped legs. Her new legs were so useful. Though not as dexterous as her six arms due to their large claws, each leg ended in two digits and an opposable thumb.
From the waist up, Penny was humanoid. Her torso was long and thin, covered in soft, blue and gray fur over a dense, leathery carapace. Six plentiful breasts hung from her chest and belly, Penny delighted in the soft sensations of pleasure they gave her when she moved as she swayed a little bit.
Due to the positioning of her spider body, Penny's normal position was more of a lean or a hunch than an upright stance. Her head had changed shape, making it narrower at the top, with her jaws projecting forwards. It gave her a superior stance for biting, and it gave more space for her eight eyes.
There wasn't much of her remaining that looked remotely human. Her hair had become little more than a strip of slightly longer fur of the green-blue shade that made up her patterning. Her hands were far more dexterous than a normal human's, and as such they looked decidedly inhuman. Each hand sported two long, thing fingers, each tipped with a claw, and an opposable thumb. Though each hand had fewer fingers than a human's would, Penny made up for it by having a far greater number.
Her body and mind had adapted perfectly to her new form. Muscle memory translated itself perfectly to her superior shape. Using four of her six hands, typing was so much quicker. Especially that her many eyes allowed her to look at the keyboard and the monitor at the same time.
She could multitask so easily now, her keen mind allowing her to have portions of her body engaging in completely different activities. She had photographed herself and her runic markings, all while she was typing an e-mail to a colleague in South America that had made her new form possible.
Kelly Clark had discovered an idol similar to the one that had transformed Penny, however Kelly's had been in its natural state; a black stone phallus that most archaeologists would dub a fertility idol. The idol had transformed the young woman into a humanoid queen bee, her belly continuously plump and round with eggs.
The queen's pregnancy had occurred in hours, her children fully grown in less than a day. With a suitable number of workers to help her with her tasks, Kelly had essentially become the head of an entire archaeological team.
Most of the bee's children were workers, more animal than human in mind who served more as extensions of Kelly's self. Penny was on her way to birthing a clutch of followers herself. As wondrous as her new form was, Penny realized that she could do far more with a little help.
Though sharing the wonder of the idol that had bonded with her was her primary goal, and the restoration of extinct species her second, the spider also was quite interested in learning more behind the idols and the culture that had created them.
The queen bee had found her artifact in an ancient temple, deep in the Amazonian rain forest. While she instinctively knew the meaning of every rune on the idol, there were still a large number of runes on the walls that she had yet to decipher. So Penny had sent on a copy of Kelly's notes on the runic translation she had done before venturing to South America, as well as taking pictures of the runes that had appeared on her own body as her markings.
That had excited Kelly, as Penny had several runes that she herself did not have, while Penny lacked a few of Kelly's own. The queen bee had sent along some images of herself, her brood, and the temple that they were in the process of excavating. While not as gorgeous as herself, Penny had to admit that Kelly was quite the beautiful creature. The thick strands of webbing that the streams of Penny's seed became upon exposure to the air could attest to that. Her office was almost completely coated with the stuff.
She had also made sure to leave a bit just in front of the doorways of each of the storage rooms she had scanned so far. The thick, sticky strands contained bubbles of still-active seed, which upon contact with human skin would burst, splattering them with the transformative goo. Mmm... the very thought of a human struggling in one of her seed webs turned her on. The captive's body changing and shifting, moans of delight escaping their lips as they slipped into the grasp of uncontrollable arousal as they became something new, beautiful, and unique.
The spider began to stroke her long, black, stinger-like member as she wondered who the first victim of her webs would be.
-o-
Tiffany stormed up the back stairs, feeling completely inconvenienced and exceptionally grumpy. Though the misfortune of having a woman for a history teacher, she was unable to apply her scholastic merits as best she was able, and thus was failing a class; A class that she would be getting A's in if she could just sleep with her instructor like she did with all her other stupidly hard classes.
So she was stuck sitting at the front desk to this dusty old wreck of a building, answering maybe one phone call a day and making sure that the half dozen or so people that wandered in throughout the day sighed in.
It would have been stupid levels of boring if she hadn't found an old Ethernet cable under the mainly empty front desk and hooked her laptop up to it. The virtually ancient computer network on that side of the building let her browse the hours away on MySpace, Facebook, and YouTube.
Of course because this wasn't the side where the dusty old fart's lounge was, it hadn't been updated since that guy with the gray hair had been president. So it puttered along like crap every time the only OTHER person on the network was doing something.
Tiffany had been patient, she'd waited a whole three minutes before going upstairs to chew out the tiny, mousy old bag that had been filed away in an office three floors above and had been forgotten about. Like the rest of the useless crap in the Bloodwright Building.
It was really rude to hog all the bandwidth during the two hours a day that Tiffany was there. The hag must've forgotten again. She was a complete and total pushover and would do her stupid e-mailing later when Tiffany directed a scowl in her direction.
She knocked on the windowless office door, waiting for the hag to reply. When she got no answer, she tried the knob and found it unlocked. She'd go and cancel the e-mail and unplug the network cable. That would make things go totally smooth until tech support got called to plug the cable back in. Again.
The office was little and crappy, and had likely been a supply closet or something. There wasn't even a light switch; you had to walk in to the middle of the room an tug on a string. Urgh, so old and useless and inconvenient.
Tiffany flung open the door and walked into the darkness that greeted her. She ran headlong into something light, feathery, and sticky. It felt like she ran head long into a hundred years worth of spider webs.
"Yuck!" Tiffany cried, waving her arms around and trying to pull the stuff off. The door shut behind her, leaving the blonde in the darkness. She shrieked and felt around; trying to find the string for the light, but only found more gross, sticky webbing.
She spit, trying to get the damned stuff out of her mouth. She felt something wet and sticky soaking into her clothes, moistening her skin in places. "Oh, you total bitch!" she snarled, "I'm so going to key your car for this!"
The webbing and the wetness itched. Tiffany backed up against the door, pulling her shirt off, hoping to use it to wipe the crud off of her. Thankfully that did the trick. She managed to scrape the strands from her arms and face. Disgusting. What the hell was that stuff?
Tiffany felt her skin grow hot with anger. How dare that stupid secretary go and ruin her outfit! Everything was dry clean only, and any sort of wetness just might screw her clothes up forever. Her jeans probably cost more than this bitch made in a week.
She growled and threw her balled up, web coated shirt into the darkness. It caught on the three foot light string with force enough to turn the light on, illuminating the room in yellow light filtered through thick webbing.
The blonde gasped at the sight. The whole place was covered with clusters of webbing as big around as her thigh, each cluster of interlocking stands supporting grape sized bubbles of thick, white goo. Several popped bubbles dripped the thick fluid onto the floor.
What the hell was that stuff? Paint? Whatever it was, it was going to leave stains on her designer clothes. She reached out and grabbed a chunk of the stuff, yanking it down in anger. The stray wisps traced across the bare skin of her belly, the droplets of goo landing on her bare skin.
The angry heat continued to rise within her. Tiffany snarled and began to yank down all the strands, making sure to pop the bubbles of goo onto anything that looked like it belonged to whatever the secretary's name was. Tiffany had never asked.
As she popped more and more bubbles of the goo, Tiffany found herself grinning. She was enjoying herself, violating the space of another woman like this. Combined with the heat and adrenalin of her anger, she began to feels strange, horny.
With a laugh she tossed the accumulated ball of webbing onto the office chair and stripped off her pants, jumping onto it, making the bubbles she missed splatter all over the place. Tiffany tugged the thin strap of her thong aside and began to caress her sex.
She was quite familiar with the process. Her fingers were the only lover who had ever made her climax. All the lovers she'd had while aiding her academic career, and improving her social standing, hadn't managed to make her cum. They just blow their loads while she faked the movements and made appreciative noises. And then they rolled over and fell asleep, allowing Tiffany to slip into a bathroom or something and see to her own pleasure.
It felt incredible, intoxicating; being in the middle of someone else's private space, stripped nearly naked, her sex juices dripping onto the chair that the stupid old whore sat in every day.
Tiffany giggled and grabbed the computer mouse, shoving it into her pussy. With a cruel laugh she shoved the keyboard down onto the floor and stripped off the last of her clothes. She knelt, placing the keyboard between her legs, masturbating with the mouse; her thick, plentiful love juices oozed out of her cunny, dripping onto the keyboard.
Nothing she had ever done before compared with the pleasure she felt as she violated the workplace of a human being who had went and totally ruined one of her favorite outfits. Tiffany tossed her head back and let out a sound that was half moan and half growl.
Her body began to feel tight, like every muscle was flexing at once, and then almost constrictive. Like her bones were suddenly too big for the flesh around them, like her muscles had shrunk in the wash.
Tiffany crammed the mouse deeper into herself, accompanying it with four fingers. She had always thought of her snatch as too small and tight for such a thing, and had only used two fingers to play with herself before. She began to tease her clitty with her thumb, a soft hiss of pleasure escaping her as she did so.
She felt very strange, lustful, bestial, almost like an animal invading the den of another. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, extending several inches further than it was supposed to. But Tiffany didn't notice. Nor did she feel any sort of concern as it continued to lengthen, or as the tip split into a fork.
She did notice at it hit the top of her breast, however. But her lust filled mind only registered the touch in regards to the prospect of enhancing her own pleasure. She grabbed a full breast, the envy of her high school cheerleading team, the gorgeous tits that every guy in the world would be proud to grope and caress.
But right now? Tiffany's tits were all hers to play with. She tugged one upward, allowing her long tongue to curl around the nipple, sending spikes of pleasure through her perfect body. She gripped tightly at the soft, supple flesh, digging her fingertips in as she massaged her breast, her grip becoming harder, rougher.
Stupid men, they didn't do it right. They treated her like a porcelain doll on a shelf, afraid the slightest movement would break her. Tiffany was a beast, she wanted to fuck and fuck hard. She wanted to cry out in pained pleasure as her lover damn near forced himself on her.
Her nails dug into her bare skin, Tiffany neither noticing the elongated length and sudden sharpness, nor the fact that they had gone from cherry red to pitch black. She moaned with aching need, craving a cock, needing something, anything to be stuffed into her wherever the damned thing would fit. The mouse didn't satisfy her anymore, so she pulled it out, letting her fingers give greater pleasure, stroking all the spots on her velvet walls that made her feel so good.
Tiffany kicked the keyboard aside, she had desecrated it enough. The damned thing was coated with her sexual juices, the thick, clear fluid dripped downward between the keys, adding to the growing puddle on the floor.
The blonde lay on the floor, moving off the plastic mat beneath the office chair, wanting to spoil the little rug the whore had brought it to give the place a homier feel. Or something. She lay on her back, digging her black clawed toes into the carpet, bucking her hips, flexing her legs as each jolt of pleasure ran through her.
Fuck, she wished that someone was here to fuck her. Grab both her breasts, pull back on her hair, bite her neck and pound a huge cock into her ass. The rug slipped and slid beneath her, forcing Tiffany to constantly shift her position. Or so she thought.
In reality the girl was growing, her legs elongating, her body growing wider, muscle and bone thickening and shifting into a new alignment. Her little toes disappeared, the three that had been in the middle growing to compensate for the loss of it, as well as fill the room left as her big toe moved back to the inside of her foot, the claw that her nail had become growing longer and thicker.
Tiffany's roar of pleasure drowned out the sounds of her legs popping, shifting into a digigrade configuration, muscular, powerful, meant for a creature that had to run to catch its food, not a naked ape who ate whatever the hell was available.
Her climactic juices virtually exploded from her sex. With her eyes closed Tiffany failed to notice that the spray seemed to solidify, becoming strands of webbing. The climax didn't end her need, however. It only served to enhance it.
Tiffany's body was no longer the lithe, curvaceous frame of a Hollywood starlet. It was heavy, wide, muscular, looking more like that of a football linebacker crossed with a professional wrestler. Well defined muscles glistened beneath a sheen of sweat.
The transforming girl threw back her head, hissing her need through sharp fangs. Her body was too much for her to pleasure alone. She needed help. Damn it, where the hell was the starting line-up of the basketball team when you needed them?
Tiffany arched her back, bucking hard against her frantic fingers. With a pop and a wet sound, a thin tail snaked from her rump, quickly extending to the length of her legs, and then a few feet beyond. It grew thicker, more muscular, but kept its initial flexibility and dexterity.
The new, saurian tail wrapped around the keyboard, pulling it to Tiffany. Not giving it a second thought, she pulled her hand from her sex and crammed the corner of the keyboard in. Tiffany growled with delight at the sensation of the keys rubbing against her inner walls. She crammed it in further, taking the keyboard's width fully into her.
She pumped it in and out of her sex, using her new tail to full effect. That was better, much better, but still not perfect. She still had one breast going unattended, and her tailhole had been long since ignored.
Stupid males, afraid anal sex would make them gay or rot their cocks off or something. Tiffany had gotten it far, far less often than she liked. She loved anal. Especially doggy style. It allowed her to cram her fingers into her cunt and actually reach climax with a cock in her.
Her guts churned, her ribcage ached, and much like her tail had, a new set of clawed hands emerged from her sides, right below the first. Tiffany looked down at her new hands and grinned. Three fingers and a thumb, each sporting a wicked, triangular shaped claw. The lower pair matched the upper pair perfectly.
With the new additions Tiffany could easily please all her favorite parts at the same time. She took her breasts in hr uppermost hands, hr claws pinching the pink nipples deliciously. One lower hand took her clitty between thumb and forefinger and began to roll it around. The other lower hand crammed itself into her pucker, well lubricated by the juices dripping down from her keyboard-fucked cunt.
Tiffany wished she had a male around somewhere. Her mouth watered, hungry for a thick shaft to fill it, to be sandwiched between her expanding tits, the thick, delicious meat sliding over her scales. A big, fat, drooling lizard cock.
As Tiffany lay back, fantasizing about dinosaur dick, her body began to catch up with her transforming mind. Her tanned skin seemed to rip and tear as she began to grow again, shedding her human shell as her body became more impressive still, thick slabs of olive scaled muscle replacing the best the human race had to offer.
Her head itched, and Tiffany reached up to scratch it angrily, her claws tearing away hair and scalp. Her jaw popped and her face cracked and shifted, better to accommodate her beautiful, fearsome teeth, now that she had so many of them.
There was an unpleasant scraping sound as Tiffany began to wriggle from side to side, trying to scratch the itch that had suddenly traveled down her spine. Long, thick, tapering spikes grew from her back, head, and tail piecing the carpet, scouring the wooden floor beneath.
With an annoyed snarl, Tiffany rolled over, reaching up and tearing the impaled rug from her back. She clenched her eight eyes shut tightly as a new pleasure began to was over her. She felt her clit swell between her fingertips, and it continued to swell even as she wrapped her hand around it.
She felt her neck elongate, making it far easier to satisfy another need. Though it wouldn't reach between her tits, Tiffany's eighteen inch member was enough to slip into her muzzle and throat, slaking her need for thick, sweet dino-cock.
Her pussy lips ached, growing, swelling, transforming into a gorgeous sheath to hold her perfect member, her heavy balls resting on the keyboard, the slick plastic rubbing the smooth, sensitive scrotal skin.
With a muffled roar, Tiffany came, her sex clenching tightly, sending the sticky keyboard rocketing across the room, strands of webbing accompanied by small, grape sized bubbles of cum accompanying it. She felt her balls tighten, sending what felt like cups of seed rocketing down her throat with each jet.
The spider-like dinosaurian pulled her hand from her rump an curled up on the sticky, ruined remains of the rug, purring softly with delight and pleasure at her new form. She sighed contentedly, lust finally slaked at last.
The fog began to lift from her mind, pulling her back from her bestial state. She traced her fangs with her forked tongue, the tip of her tail twitching in delight as her cock softened and slid into its sheath for the first time. The thought made Tiffany blink her eight eyes.
Fangs, tail, cock, eight eyes!?
She sat bolt upright, a whimper escaping her muzzle. She looked over herself; she couldn't help but look over herself, what with eight eyes that could see in so many directions. She saw green-brown scales covering a massive, wide, over-muscled body that somehow still managed to have ridiculous female curves.
She had four arms, a tail, a long, serpentine neck. God, she had a cock! She had spikes! She put a hand to her head, feeling the spines and scales, rather than the beautiful hair that she had worked so hard to make perfect. Hair that now lay in clump on the fluid soaked floor.
Tears began to trickle from six of Tiffany's eight eyes. She was a freak, a complete and total freak. A monster from an X rated horror movie. She had to find out if this was real, or if it was just a hallucination.
It had to be a hallucination, an illusion. That stupid bitch had drugged her! Tiffany pushed herself up onto clawed, digigrade feet. Her body leaned forward instinctively, a better running stance, counterbalanced by her heavy, thick beautiful tail.
The saurian reached out a hand and rubbed her tail. She felt it. Felt the sensation of a limb that she had never had. It felt so real for a thing that couldn't possibly be there. A long, beautiful, tapering, gorgeous thing.
Tiffany snuffled softly and shook her head. She didn't want a tail, no matter how beautiful it was. No matter how sexy it would make her look as it swayed from side to side as she walked.
She needed to get help, needed to find somebody to tell her if this was real or just the result of some really nasty acid.
The dino-herm darted across the hall to a storage room where some old furniture was kept. She yanked the sheet off of a musty old couch and wrapped it around her powerful, scaled form. Her sorority house wasn't too far away. Especially now that she had the sexy, muscular legs of a predatory creature, and not the flat feet of a slow, clumsy biped.
She shuddered as alien thoughts slipped in with her own, hideous lies that filtered into her drug-addled brain. She ran down the hallway, just about bashing her head on the hanging fixtures, putting her height at about eight feet. She took the back stairs a flight at a time, darting out into the lobby.
She shoved past a long haired guy who had just stepped inside with several paleontology books in his arms. She hoped her hadn't gotten a good look at her. It would be embarrassing, as both a scaled atrocity, and as a naked human woman under a bed sheet.
All that mattered was getting back to her lair, curling up under the covers, and hoping that she would wake up from this bad dream. If not, at least she would be among friends, who would help their sorority sister adapt to her new form. And who knew? Maybe one of them had a secret lust for lizards, and would moan like a whore as she rode Tiffany's sexy, slimy cock?
Out in the cold air, Tiffany whimpered and began to cry again as she ran for home, trying to ignore the bestial thoughts.
And the gentle throb of the half-erect cock between her legs.
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Penny peered around the corner, a fanged grin on her arachnoid face. Two types of dinosaur combined with her own superior spider essence, poor Tiffany must've broken into her office. Again. Just like she had hoped.
It would be a week or so before Tiffany's new instincts settled in properly. But the dino-stud pheromones she was throwing off ought to keep her mind off of her predicament for awhile. At least until she had transformed every entitlement whore, spoiled brat, and trust fund ditz in that sorority house of hers. Penny would be around that evening to collect her first crop of followers.
And on the subject of followers, she tossed and line of webbing at the long haired young man who stared slack-jawed at the doors he had just entered, his mind trying to figure out what exactly had just passed him.
With a powerful tug of her six arms, Penny jerked him back with the webbing lasso, pulling him the thirty or so feet, right into her awaiting arms. His eyes, unfortunately just two, though that would soon change, went wide.
He opened his mouth to scream, but suddenly found Penny's tongue in his mouth, her lips against his. The spider's lowermost hands slipping into his pants.
The human relaxed as he began to feel the effects of the relaxants, sedatives, and aphrodisiacs contained in the venom that Penny had filled her mouth with for just such an occasion.
The spider was wracked with indecision. Which method of transformation to use? And above all, which of her transformed sexes should she try out first on another person?
Mmm... the way her human playtoy was responding, it wasn't just her venom that was turning him on. It didn't work this quickly.
Penny decided that she would reward her new pet by testing both her male and female aspects on him before giving him the gift of change.
He would like that, she suspected.