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Some Serious Karma

By TalonKitsune (talonkitsuneATyahooDOTcom)

This is adult material and should only be read by people of 18 years or older. If you are reading this and aren't old enough or are repulsed by such contents, it is not my fault should you continue to read this document you are warned and any bad nightmares or sweaty dreams that occur or anything else is all your own problem so don't whine to me.

"Ladies and Gentlefurs: the story you are about to hear is untrue. Only the names have been unchanged to protect the innocent."

Categories: Vulpine, Feline, Equine, M/F, Pheromones, A little Shape Shifting

Its a casual and normal day when an anthro fennec fox stumbles into his flat and stripping from his uniform wanders to the bed, tossing keys onto the nightstand, shoving a cellphone in a charger and then flopping over to sleep. It would seem perhaps almost unfair that out of countless people on a planet he'd be the one to get nailed in the chest by what was left of one meteor fragment, no explosion no massive blast, just one single pebble sized rock so hot it burned its hole right into him after punching through the pendant about his chest that he'd gotten from a friend.

A gasping breath came from the victim's chest as the male fennec shot up right grasping at its chest, first for the burning stab sensation and then shock hit as the hand grasped a wet spot the scent of blood coming to his nose as he thought he'd been shot a portion of him crying at being the victim of a random shooting as he reached for his cell phone only to fumble and drop it onto the dark floor, fingers extending for it then going limb as the life began to quickly fade from the body.

Inside of the dying fox's chest that little fragment that had lodged against his spine along with chunks of his pendant made for a surprising reaction as chemicals changed in what could perhaps only be called the most impressive fluke, although, those who believe in karma balancing out might call it fate being more fair as impossible bad luck was being balanced by the good. The structure of the Fennec's body shifting becoming metallic tinted and then it stopped a hand flexing slightly.

The hand came up with the phone it had been grasping for that had fallen a good foot away. Now gray eyes looked upon the hand that held the phone looking down it almost in wonderment, and then the fennec jerked up right and looked to his chest, blood was dried on it, but he couldn't find a cut or an injury leaving him staring at it until his alarm sounded off for him to get up. A part of him surprised as he didn't recall sleeping that much but he had felt dead tired and did feel rested so he shrugged it off to bad memory. Walking into the tiny bathroom and flipping on the water scrubbing himself clean of the dried on blood that might be a joke from one of his friends or something he figured, he'd have to ask around later.

After a good washing, he stepped out grabbing a blow drier and starting to dry himself off only for what felt like a few seconds to pass and he was completely dry making him pause with surprise and put a paw to his head to see if he was running a fever or something. But no answer came again so he just knocked it up to another case of not paying attention or day dreaming while doing common tasks. And once his uniform was on he took to a light jog down to his job site, his eyes roaming over a few of the girls that passed him by, making him recall that perhaps he should see if that one nice gal that worked for the lab might go out with him this weekend.

Doe Tanner was nothing but a security guard for the largest pharmaceutical company on the planet, generic labor job for one of assorted talents that could not seem to rise above with everybody only wanting specialists not a half good at everything. It almost seemed brighter that day for Doe, but something he could not put his finger on was bothering him. With everything seeming so clear and easy to see, hear, or smell it bothered him even more but once the secretary was done gathering her stuff up she left saying a goodbye to him far nicer than she usually was and leaving him to lock up the place.

Keys in hand Doe wandered down the corridors turning into one of the labs and then into its break room to turn off the lights only to stop and smile as he spotted one of the new interns still working to get everything cleaned up.

"Will you be long Sacha?" Doe inquired of her.

The young feline jerked dropping her coffee mug leaving it to shatter on the counter giving the surprised cheetah girl a few nicks from the flying ceramics.

Doe internally sighed but rather than chastise or laugh he stepped forward and looked at Sacha's hands to make sure she was alright as he apologized to her making her blush and look away as his eyes ran down her body and then to the shards on the counter as he pulled over the trash can and swept them into it.

"So sorry, I did not mean to make you jump," as he placed the bin back and looked to her eyes, those were nice soft blue eyes as he reached up a hand to stroke the side of her face gazing into them being quite unusual for him to be that bold but he didn't want to stop as his other paw slipped down about her waist to pull her closer to him.

Sacha just blinked a moment as the hand stroked her face leaning into it a little and starting to make for a purr noise, chirping softly as the other hand went to her waist and pulled her close, her eyes closing as she rested against the strong chest presented to her, her own hands moving to rest upon the front of his chest, touching and making a smile come upon her face as it felt so comfortable to be there.

A firm gently pushing was all Doe needed as he guides the young girl to the edge of the counter and pushed her back onto it. He could smell her comfort, her heat, and the arousal his presence was having upon her as his hands kneaded her buttocks gently and then lifted her up onto the counter, her skirt flipped up as he knelt down, fingers taking her plain white panties down with them as he brought his muzzle to the level of her crotch. And then his tongue snaked out over her folds, tasting them and making her lay back and moan, Sacha's eyes closed as her hands petted down her chest and stomach with her hisses and gasps of delight with Doe's additional licks.

Rising and leaving the poor feline squirming with desire from the lack of the tongue massages upon her folds, Doe stands unfastening his belt and letting all the garments drop as he steps forward planting the head of his quite ready shaft against the young girl's slit and then grasping her hips as he pushes in, eliciting a yelp from her as he pierces her maidenhood. It goes unnoticed by Doe but Sacha feels the phallus that's entered her change, becoming another shape as the tip became rough with little spines of stiff hairs pricking at her inner walls.

Sacha's yelp is quickly stifled as Doe's shaft draws out and plunges back in becoming whimpers and moans of soft pleasure, passionate heat driving her to reach up and place her hands upon his shoulders as her hips buck at him. The shaft in her making her imagine its that hot tiger stud from the naughty site she's always browsing. And that thought leaves her to peak, releasing a light coating of her sexual fluids upon Doe's crotch only to lay back upon the counter, her paws falling down and fingering at her sex, feeling that perfect shaft sliding in and out of her a few more times before its shoved in hard and held there.

Doe grunts softly as he feels his release on coming pushing firmly into the young girl and letting himself go, his shaft pulsing with each release of his fluid into her. Then he pulls out abruptly making her squeal and tremble upon the counter again then sag in exhaustion as he wipes himself off with a paper towel and pulls his clothing back on, and then sliding her panties back up before departing leaving her to enjoy that experience in recollection as he scolds himself for taking advantage of the poor girl. Though it was quite fun.

One hand of Doe's reaching into his pants and stroking his sheath lightly as he recalls something feeling funny down there, and then shrugs as nothing feels out of place.

The rest of the night turned out to be as exciting as watching paint dry and the thoughts of what he'd done with that young intern kept coming to mind making him hope she might consider staying late a few more nights for some repeats though a part of him said like hell she would after his taking advantage of her and he should be expecting to get fired or something.

Eventually it was morning, Doe left as the secretary arrived heading home to his little flat and getting there with only an odd thought coming to mind the more than he considered it. He was positive that he'd felt something amiss when he was getting frisky with Sacha, his thoughts pondering over her as he stripped out of his uniform and looked at himself in the mirror and saw it, his cock was more compact looking with a spiky looking head from all the tiny little hair sticking up from its surface, his hands shooting down and touching it as he considered it for a few moments. And then like anybody might do took out a tape measure and checked to see how large it was before looking it up on the Internet for comparison.

Glancing down during his researching he found himself back to normal old vulpine equipment.Staring at it in confusion and then bemusing himself as he grasped that he could change it, playing with it for a few moments and then trying to will it to do other things.

Well, it was worth a try Doe figured as he browsed about and found that while he was average as a vulpine goes, for a feline that thing was almost a monster. A smile came across his face as he considered his improved odds of dating some of those sleek and sexy beasts, though he did remind himself they had claws and claws hurt.

Flopping onto his bed he bemusedly looked to his sheath, fingering over it lightly as he thought about some of the other furs wondering if it would do some other changes. But nothing came of those efforts either leaving him to lay back and stare at the ceiling until the tone of the door buzzer startled him.

Padding over to the door he opened it a little, then closed and unfastened the chain to open it further.

"Hey, what's up Sheila?" His eyes roaming the well muscled body of the Clydesdale fem that belonged to his neighbor across the hall.

Sheila offered him a smile, "my phone is dead and I need to call to get a technician, isn't communication great?"

Doe, stepped back with the door allowing Sheila entrance and pointed to the phone. Closing the door after her while she picked up his cell and dialed the manager's number leaving a message and then hanging up.

Letting out a soft gasping noise as Sheila felt Doe's arms slip about her, causing her to glance over her shoulder at him in surprise but something warmed inside of her causing her to relax and lean back against him looking forward once again as her hand put the phone back on its charger. The mere act of sliding that piece of plastic into its holder reminded Sheila of the act she could sense she wanted to participate in. Her fingers caressed the phone slowly as her other hand stroked over Doe's hands, urging him to go lower as her mind fantasized about a strong black stallion being the one holding her.

Hard, thick and black; the phone was just like what she wanted her dreamy stallion lover to have as his disposal to use upon her in her needy state. Hands stroked their way down leaving her to bend forward at the waist, resting her arms and head upon the edge of the bed as she felt nimble lips and tongue start to attack her folds. And her body responded winking those folds at their assailant to encourage him to do more than just lick, Sheila's juices leaking in a steady trickle from her puffed black folds, the cherry pink flesh inside hot and inviting.

A bite at Sheila's rump made her whiny softly, she could imagine her stallion nipping her flanks, whinnying his dominance and then the weight of him pressing down upon her. The thick black spike between powerful legs shoving into her so hot and ridged yet cooling her needing heat; Sheila's legs spreading to brace herself desiring those strong hard thrusts that made the bed frame creak in protest. Each time it slammed home she nickered softly, a partial moan each time it withdrew.

It was only twenty three thrusts, and Sheila wanted more but her satisfaction came as the head of the stallion's shaft flared inside of her. The thick gobs of gooey cum spilling into her birthing canal and forcing their way into the womb beyond. Sheila could imagine the tail of her stallion, flagging up with each successive release into her, then it slid from within her to hang limp between those powerful black legs.

Turning about Sheila looked to the tool that had caused her so much pleasure, panting softly in sated lust as her hands gently grasped it, licking over that enormous thick black length that had forced her body into submitting to its pleasure. Her tongue flicked out tasting the mixture of juices only for her sensitive and nimble lips to wrap over it, taking it into her mouth, down her throat and rocking herself back and forth in slow deliberate motions feeling a little hardness return to the meaty rod. Sheila efforts soon garnered an additional reward as two more thick spurts of stallion seed pushed into her throat forcing her to swallow them, which she did greedily.

Rising to her feet, Sheila smiled in delighted fashion and trotted out the door, her tail flagging flirtatiously to the stallion that just finished servicing her as a show of her appreciation for his donation.

Standing there, Doe just looked out the closing door rather dumbfounded and holding a pair of large panties in one hand that still had a hint of warmth of their owner's muscled body. His other hand touched the damp with saliva cock of his that had become quite the impressive tool, something even a horse might envy not to mention one heck of a pair of nuts in a leathery sack that came with it. Locking the door Doe walked to his bed and flopped back upon it, toying with making his shaft switch between the three forms it had learned and then dozing off as he laughed, a swiss army cock, is that what you'd call it?

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Well that was fun don't you think? Please rate and enjoy. Obviously I have no desire to stop here with this. Formatting is checked, and spelling is checked, but even I am imperfect, only humanoid after all.