Morphed
Morphed
A shortie by Sharpfang '2005
Comfy flat, my room, my computer. The network is down, so I'm not on furnet or browsing VCL. Instead, I'm playing "Another World". Yes, ancient by today's standards, but sooo much fun. They knew how to write good games back then. And this one was a huge breakthrough too... Outside, the storm is raging. I know I risk damaging the computer, but the game is by far too addictive to stop now. A tank, buttons of the console and the colosseum stadium... I've already figured out the "eject" sequence, so I'm pressing everything but than that, to wreak maximum havoc. Beast running free, a bunch of rockets leaving me on a tiny isle in the middle, an astray rocket launched into the crowd behind, two cannons already firing.
A quiet poof coincides with a lightning, and with a quiet sigh the screen goes black. The deafening noise of thunder follows immediately. There. My gaming addiction will cost me a new power supply if not a new computer. I sit in silence in front of my computer, more angry at myself because I won't be able to play when the storm ends, than because it will cost me money to fix it. Oh well, the guy from the game paid a higher price for playing with his toys in the storm.
I dismiss the thought. What a load of crap. A thunderbolt hitting the accelerator. Of course the console is located straight opposite the examination chamber (and exposed to all kinds of deadly radiation resulting from the experiments), some particles and a thunder can open a gateway to a different world, and then that other world has so many similarities to our own. Just as likely I get transported somewhere for sitting in front of my home accelerator (the CRT monitor) at home during a thunderstorm.
I somewhat angrily reach for a book and start pawing through the pages to reach the point where I finished reading. Then subconsciously I start realizing.
I've been with the fandom for too long. It just felt too natural for me to notice.
Pawing through.
I don't even try to suppress the smile on my face. I look at my PAWS. I gently stroke the length of my MUZZLE. Then, with a wide grin I start wagging my TAIL.
And then the grin freezes on my mouth. Jaw drops and eyes bulge as I touch my BREASTS.
I explode in uncontrollable laughter. Now that's more than I bargained for. To be a wolf, yeah, I always dreamed to be a wolf, a were, anthro, feral, whatever. But a she-wolf?! Wave after wave of giggles as I start realizing more and more aspects of the new situation, finally I gasp for air realizing one more thing I definitely should check. Quite... big thing. The universe.
Easier said than done. Looking through the window yields nothing. The storm rages on, the streets are empty and the waterfall from the sky obscures my vision to several meters. I just hope it won't result in a flood!
I walk to the living room, and force myself to reach for the remote suppressing the urge of just running to the bathroom to start masturbating to my own mirror reflection.
There's voice but no image. The remote definitely works, as I can switch channels, but the power LED is always on. Broken. Damned storm... umm... blessed storm! Thank you, storm!
I get that wild idea and run to the door, open it and rush outside into the rain. I breathe the smell of freshness and let the rain drench me. I spread my arms and lap up the drops from the sky. I let the water cool me down as I realize I'm hot, literally, some steam rising from my body in the rain. Emotion fever. I lower my arms, close my eyes, rise my muzzle high, and let the rain pour on me, the feeling of droplets stirring in my fur, ear tips knocked by big, heavy drops, streams running down my body, between my breasts. Quiet howl escapes my throat. I feel my nipples are stiff in the cold. The moment of cool rain gives me some more ideas how to check the state of the universe, other than TV. I turn back, and with a smile enter my house.
While removing my wet clothes I start already getting small hints of the new world. Some hairs on the floor. There are a few extra brushes I didn't have, by the mirror. I widely smile to the mirror and examine myself. Okay, I'm plump. I always had problems with my weight. I'll fix that. I know I can, I just never had the motivation. Ugly fat, ugly slim, so why? Now I have all the reasons... despite being rather plump I'm sooo pretty! I remove the T-shirt and panties and watch myself in the mirror, striking poses. Possibly with dry fur I would be even prettier! I reluctantly turn and reach for the pocket in my anorak for my wallet, then remove the ID. The charming she-wolf is smiling slightly to me from the photo, the name somewhat resembles the old one. I repeat it and remember. I try to recall facts of this world - did I receive any memories I should have? Before peeking into the money compartment I try to recall their looks. Okay, I fail. I have good imagination though. There's no lion on 10 Euro. Just some lynx, an ox and a caribu. At least I think... no, I'm sure it's a caribu. I brush my fur with one of the brushes, so it doesn't tangle when it dries. It feels as a well known activity. I realize: I have no factual knowledge of this world, but I have all kinds of habits, hunches, muscle memories. I finally put the brush away and decide not to postpone essentials any more. My hand finds it way between my legs and straight to the clitoris, following a pattern it knows all too well. Wet fur starts feeling cold, so I almost close my eyes and let the hunch guide me to the bathroom and throw the switch of the drier in the shower cabin. Warm air blows strong from the extendable pipe and I... uh well, the instinct fails as the loud rush of air distracts me, and I need to improvise.
Still rubbing my clitoris. So, okay. I quickly roughly dry most of my body then guide the outlet between my legs. It's really strong - some six atmospheres, my old, human technical feel tells me. The sensation of warm, pressurized air entering me, the feeling of being stretched inside is so unlike from touch on the surface of penis, that my eyes open wide, but I supress the urge to remove the pipe outlet and instead start seeking pleasure in the odd feel. I find it easily. Yesssss, the tingling is quite similar to what I knew from male human life. The spot... heh, I found my G-spot! I guide the stream of air at it, pushing the pipe somewhat deeper and realize the air is not ending on my vagina. I have no idea if it doesn't have any health impact, but I give it a try: pushing my hand closed into fist against my opening I regulate the pressure and feel my inside stretching more, momentarily I seal the opening with my fist and feel the pressure in my belly growing. Keeping the pressure on threshold of pain, I feel as my inside slowly stretches. So, is this furry world "realistic" or "toony"? The tingling rises while skin on my belly starts stretching, firt as after a big meal, then more... my belly visibly bulges and the process slows down, as my inside is quite tightly stretched and takes time to accomodate any more increase in volume. Only now I realize how tender are my nipples and start caressing them with the other hand.
Okay, so this world is "realistic". I can't inflate myself any more without tearing something. I press on my belly, forcing the air outside, then switch the drier off. I walk up to the mirror and watch my reflection, rubbing my breasts, my inside, striking sexy poses, watching my sexy ass as I bend over, showing off to the mirror, spreading my vulva, rubbing the pink inside, squeezzing nipples sticking out from the grey fur. Nice, rather big breasts. Big enough that I can lick and suck my nipple, the looks are nice but the feel... I almost come. Then the idea... I'm a canine, I should be able to... I walk to the living room, sit on the sofa and bend my spine and neck till my tongue reaches between my legs. I reach deep inside with my tongue and find my G-spot again. A little bit more, spasm squeeze my vagina and I come violently, tasting and smelling my sex, still licking as wave after wave of orgasm washes over me.
I'm not startled with touch of paws on my breasts and warmth of a body on my back. It's *known* to me, familiar, friendly and bringing more warmth, heat, more passion and turns my orgasm into deep ecstasy. A yelp-murr escapes my throat as the wave rises, then finally falls, my orgasm ending.
I sit straight, rubbing my cheek against the cheek of a male wolf. I reach up and put my hands on his neck, scritch his mane, feeling as if I was doing it many times... Meantime my thoughts rush in mix of panic, curiosity, shame, fear... I try to enjoy the moment, but he is... my boyfriend. I love him. I truly do. I can't lie to him, I must tell the truth... that I'm... not her? Or am I? Am I a thief of a body? Will he still love me if he knows? I don't want to lose him.
"Bad girl, you didn't wait for me." he smiles, and I look at him. A tear runs down my cheek. I sob quietly. I look in his eyes, then embrace him, and he embraces me. "Don't cry, my love. Don't cry. What is it, why do you cry?", he whispers as I feel his warmth. I've never seen him before but I love him so much. I don't even know his name, I have no idea about his identity. I was all alone in my human life. Even no real friends, just job, net, friends online.
"I... I don't know how to tell you this. But I have to. I don't know what you will think when I tell you, but know that I love you, above and beyond all that is."
He looks at me, nods.
"I'm... not myself. I don't know, how, but the she-wolf you knew, the one you loved... her consciousness, her memories... I'm not her. I found myself in her body, a hour ago or so. I used to be someone else. A male... of different species... So her mind is gone but I'm in her body, and I inherited her feelings... her love to you."
He takes my hands in his, looks into my eyes. "Is it so?"
"Yes. I didn't want to... If I knew I'd hurt the love, I'd never wish..." girl's nature, deep love, sadness take over and I cry.
He takes my hands firmly, looks at me. "Then, friend, I have a message to you." He stands up, walks up to my desk, opens a drawer where I... the human I, keep my important documents, he picks up a big, grey envelope filled with quite a few items and hands it to me.
"This is the message from her to you. Read it through and it should help you on your new road of life. Take good care of her body... and make good use of the seed of love it carries."
He sits by me, takes my hands in his. "I will follow her now. I still love her, and you... this is just a seed, let it grow and flourish. Thank you. Good luck, and good bye."
Some understanding and deep relief washes over me. I examine and taste the feeling. It's not my love. It's her love, her echo so strong that it overwhelmed my mind for a while. And deep attraction to him. To his body, to his personality...
His stare for a moment becomes blank and empty, then gasps and looks at me with awe. Looks at his paws with disbelief, at me, at his body again.
"Where... who am I? How? Why?"
I embrace him, pull him to my chest.
"You're with me."
The warmth of his skin, confusion, feeling of helplessness. Now it's him seeking comfort in my arms.
He finally leaves the embrace and looks at me. "Do I... love you?"
"Not yet. Not really. But it seems we're given a chance. Do you want to love me?"
He looks over me, over himself. A mischevious grin appears on his mouth. "But... before I became... this wolf... I was a girl!"
"Well, I was a boy back then", I smile.
"You won't think I was easy?"
"Certainly not easier than me now.", I chuckle.
"You're a slut" he giggles and embraces me with a smile. Our gazes meet and muzzles stop just a bit away from each other, awkwardy.
"How does one kiss a she-wolf?"
"The hell I know. We must improvise."
So we just nuzzle, lick at each other's muzzles, let our tongues touch and slip into each other's mouth, we touch with tips of our muzzles, playing with tonguetips, two strangers in strange bodies, exploring the novelty, feeling the potential of feelings our minds and bodies host.
I feel his paws on my back, scritching the base of my tail. I purr quietly and move onto his lap, straddling his legs. Only now I realize he's not naked "by default" just noticing his clothes soaked by the storm, scattered behind the sofa.
He smiles and leans lower. "Okay. So I WAS easy. But as soon as we finish we will tell each other all the stuff we should have said before that."
"Yeah, like 'Wan't to yiff?'" and then we'll start yiffing again?
"Come on, you're a lady now, behave like one!"
"Oh, come on, just yiff me already!"
We burst in laughter, then I quickly get off him and drop to all fours. "Doggy style! Pleeeez!"
He licks his lips, kneeling behind me, pulls his sheath down, exposing the pink tip, places it against my entrance...
"Just please, be gentle. It's my first time!"
"Are you a virgin?!" he says, sliding the very tip slightly in.
"Not physically, but..." - I slowly push back, it feels very weird, kind of wild twisted feeling making me gasp hard. Takes a moment to get used to it. I feel the hard penis rubbing my inside, retreats a bit and starts moving in short rapid strokes, progressing deeper gradually. The feeling suddenly changes shape, turns around, tickling becomes immensely pleasurable, the odd tingling changes into satisfied scritched itching, and I find myself on a straight, fast road to orgasm. And just as I'm about to come, a hard push on my clitoris, my vagina stretched, the realization that I'm just getting knotted drives the orgasm through the roof, I'd howl but all I manage is a muffled squeak, my walls clutch on the canine cock and the beat of my heart becomes the beat of pleasure, rapid pulse gives strokes of pleasure and I find something like orgasm within orgasm, like electric charges running through my flesh. It lasts just a moment, and as it starts fading, I feel the knot stretching me and locking in me, stream of warm cum trickling inside, tension of orgasm of my lover. I rest my head on my front paws, back still high in air, and enjoy my afterglow and quiet gasps and spasms of the male wolf cumming in me. He rests on my back, I feel his chin on my shoulder and a gentle lick on my cheek, then his paw slipping under my breast, teasing the nipple gently. I murr with pleasure.
"Do you think there was a mistake while assigning our new bodies?"
I grin, enjoying the feel in me. "Honestly, I don't mind it at all. Not the least bit."
"Just like me. It's... so new. Is it permanent?"
"I don't know. I certainly hope so. Help me lie down."
I cautiously lie on my belly as my knees start to ache. Legs spread wide, he tied firm between them. He's quite heavy, though his firm, strong body feels nice against mine. We try to kiss, but the position is way too awkward. Some rolling, turning, twisting and I lie on top of him, face to face. I embrace his neck, feel his arms around my waist, we start kissing, nibbling each other, nuzzling gently. I close my eyes and slowly drift off to sleep, last thing I feel, weak throbs of his knot still inside me
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by Sharpfang
Thu Sep 29 15:45:24 CEST 2005 (yep, writing this kind of smut while at work)