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Local Customs

By Danath

Characters © Boo3

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Lex Reeves opened her eyes. Her head felt foggy. Everything hurt. Dark, indistinct shapes milled around, speaking some kind of language that didn't make any sense at all, though some of it sounded vaguely familiar. She didn't even have the strength to cry out when hands grabbed her and pulled her. Her lungs felt hot. Smoke. She couldn't move.

A different kind of heat roasted her face as she was dragged several feet. Her white boots formed furrows in the parched sand. She closed her eyes as the world spun and the indistinct shapes faded to blackness.

Nobody said space travel was easy. Lex knew that going into the training program. She worked hard and made it out, into regular practice with the new machines. Endless tests, endless evaluations, years of her life, all to prepare her for what could possibly be her only mission. It gone gone perfectly, at first. She'd had no issues during launch, or delivering the payload to the space station. It was only after, when preparing for descent, that the solar flare erupted. Eight minutes, that's all it took. Eight minutes for the flare to reach Earth's atmosphere.

Lex couldn't remember much. Radio contact had gone out immediately. A strange light enveloped the cockpit, and then... nothing.

Her eyes fluttered. How much time had passed? She couldn't be sure. Her mouth was dry, but otherwise, she felt... good? Lex shuddered as she moved her limbs. Everything strained to follow orders, like they'd forgotten how. Her muscles were stiff and cramped. She groaned as she sat up. Her head ached, but hopefully that would pass. Putting to use the survival training that had been part of her coursework, Lex knew she had to determine where she was, what supplies were available, and how she could contact... well, anyone. Her mind strayed to the thought of how she'd survived the crash landing at all, but there was time for that later. More importantly was what her next move would be.

If she could move. Lex groaned again. Her legs were asleep and tingled abominably. She gasped and reached for them, eyes still closed. The unexpected feeling of rough and short hair shook her tired eyes open. Her fingers squeezed, and the feeling of fur continued. Despite the unbelieving stare, they were her legs. She could feel them. But they weren't her legs, at all. She was a black woman of normal height with curly black hair, kept short for the space flight. These legs were... huge. Muscular, coated with short black hair. Impossibly thick around and longer than her own real legs.

Some kind of fever dream? Nightmare? As the moments passed, Lex was less and less sure. Further examination quickly proved the rest of her had been altered as well. In rather... extreme... ways.

Her feet were gone, for one. In their place, massive gray hooves. Her hips were wider and her stomach was rippled with muscle. Her explorations took no more than a few moments, however, to discover the most dramatic changes of all. An enormous sheath hung from her groin. The black flesh sagged downwards with the weight of the three flaccid stalks within. Three, yes, because when she looked, the outlines of three distinct tips shifted inside the black sheath. A single pair of testicles hung below; it was three times as large, at least, as a normal set, proportionally, to make up for it.

Above, hanging from her incredible pectoral muscles, were three separate pairs of breasts. Each jug was heavy and round, overlapping slightly on top of one another. Lex gasped as her hands brushed all six nipples at once, inadvertently sending a thrill through her.

She blinked. Held her hands up. Counted to thirty.

Six arms attached to the enormous bull, each fully independent and functional. Lex hadn't even realized they'd been there. They'd been just arms, just the normal things attached to her. She moved them in all different directions easily, proving to herself they really were her limbs. With six large, powerful black-skinned hands, each finger tipped with a large onyx nail, she could easily heft and squeeze all three pairs at once. The experience left her breathless. Without thinking, her bottom and middle pairs of arms continued to play with her grown, oversized chest. The upper pair lifted her hands to her face.

Gone was Lex's smooth skin and high cheekbones. Instead, she felt a muzzle, like that of a horse... or... no, it was too wide. A bull's muzzle. Her hands ran up the sides of her head, over her ears, and grasped something hard and smooth jutting out from the top of her skull. It felt smooth, the both of them, and they tapered down to points after curling inwards, like a bell shape.

Of course. Horns. Bull horns.

Lex shifted her legs, getting to her knees. She used the three arms on her left side to steady herself against the wall as she got to her feet. The floor beneath her hooves was stone, covered in a light layer of straw. Sunlight poured in through a grate above her head, beyond which her ears could pick up a loud rabble, a mixture of voices, though she couldn't pick anything distinct from what they were saying. She wasn't even sure it was English.

There were more iron bars forming a door at the other side of the cell, which faced down a long, low stone tunnel. Above her were heavy wooden planks. The walls were made of brick, which she reached out to touch with a few of her arms. She noticed how thick her biceps were and flexed, watching as the muscles balled up hugely. Perhaps she'd be able to simply walk out. Figure out what happened to her. Where she was. If there was a way she could... change back. Somehow.

Lex was not a lady to wait around for things to happen. Well, she wasn't quite a lady anymore, but the enormous bull still had her pride. She balled her fist up, drew it back, and pounded forwards into the bricks. They crumbled under her powerful swing, but revealed only tightly-packed dirt behind. No way out there.

She reached for the ceiling, but it was also too far out of reach, despite that she was... well, it was hard to judge being in a cell as she was, but Lex realized she was significantly taller than before. Possibly as tall as eleven, even twelve feet. The ceiling was, however, still out of reach. The pounding of her hooves on the stones echoed through the building when she tried jumping for it. It must be some kind of trap door through which they'd dumped her, she thought, seeing the hinges in the corners.

The noise of the crowd grew louder. One voice cut through the mob, clearer than the rest, but Lex couldn't understand it. Some kind of foreign language. Bits and pieces sounded vaguely familiar, though, and it chilled her for some unknown reason. The crowd lessened its noise-making for a few moments as the voice spoke, but resumed shortly after it finished. From its tone, it sounded eager, but for what? Lex looked around again, hoping for some other way to get free. The bars were too strong, even for her new, heavily muscled body. The bull's nostrils flared, snorted, and she stomped her hoof, cracking a few more stones.

Perhaps aware of the destruction she could bring to the tiny - for her, at least - cell, a host of guards came running down the hallway. Lex assumed they were guards - they wore simple metal helmets and bits of chain mail and fabric. They ranged in sizes, however, and Lex recognized various species of animals from Earth among them, despite walking on two legs.

There was a black-furred dog, a raccoon, a horse, and others. The shortest were probably six or so feet tall - Lex found it a little hard to judge from her high vantage point. The tallest was closer to her, but still short by a good two feet. They said something to her, but Lex didn't understand it. What surprised her more was that they were all, like her, hermaphrodites. Several had two pairs of breasts, even three. Their clothing did little to hide their assets, especially their malenesses, which hung quite freely, sometimes in groups, like hers, with more than one belonging to a single guard.

She shook her head, still aching, legs still a bit unsteady. She felt heavy. Massive. But undeniably powerful. How had this happened? No, she must not think of that. Not now. Focus on now, she told herself.

"Why have you arrested me?" she demanded.

The guards looked at each other and shrugged. They spoke again, but she didn't understand. A few stood back and held up weapons - clubs, spears, and the like - as one of them approached and unlocked the door to her cell. As soon as the door opened, the guards scurried like rats into hidey holes and behind doors in alcoves, spears pointing through holes to prod her along.

She shouldn't say like rats, she thought, a maniacal grin on her face as she faced, uncomprehendingly, down the spear-lined corridor. One of them was a rat.

A guard yelled at her. Sounded like she was urging her to move. She took a step forward, and the guard's spear pulled back. She advanced slowly, moving through the spears, which appeared to be merely defensive. She had to hunch over as she approached the end of the tunnel. Incredibly bright sunlight made it hard to see as she stepped through into the dry heat. There was white sand beneath her feet. The sun was high in the sky, blazing hot. The roar of a crowd deafened her as she straightened up and peered around, shading her eyes with her large black hands.

Hundreds, no... thousands of people sat in the stands. Many were totally nude. All were of various species, with different amounts of equipment, some entirely excessive. Four individual camps circled the arena, which Lex quickly realized it was, with high walls separating the sandy pit from the crowds above. Each of the four camps had a different style and color - red, blue, green, and purple. Some type of cultural division, perhaps. The clothing, such as it was, worn by many in the crowd seemed ceremonial rather than functional.

And speaking of functional... Lex's quick scan turned up more than a few cases of public sex and orgies throughout the cheering crowd. She watched a wolf, impossibly huge, stuff a cock as big as the head of the fox trying to swallow it. Their bodies were huge, with the wolf's breasts almost totally hiding the fox's head from view; the fox herself had a pair of testicles so big she required several attendants, who were busily engaged with lifting, stroking, and petting the vulpine's massive sac.

There were hierarchies then, too, Lex surmised. Upper and lower, just as it ever was. Tribal divisions, most likely, judging from the low technology on display. Torches on the walls, the guards' lowly weapons, the prevalence of body paint and lack of anything digital whatsoever. Where was she? Not on Earth, that was for certain. How could it be Earth, even if the animals... well, here they were probably the people, too... even if the animals looked like animals from Earth, it just wasn't possible.

The crowd began to chant two rhythmic syllables over and over. "Ri-ka! Ri-ka! Ri-ka!"

Lex's eyes, now adjusted to the light, followed the direction of the crowd, which had turned to face the other side of the arena. The astronaut watched as a massive panther emerged from a tunnel much like hers.

"Rika," if that was her name, was enormous. Probably nearly as tall as she was. Glossy black fur coated the enormous herm's rippling body, running over her four massive breasts, down her abdomen, and over the twin sheaths hanging from her lower belly. Unlike Lex, the panther was completely aroused. Two enormous, dark red shafts glistened in the heat. Beads of clear pre-cum dribbled out the tip in fat drops before running down the undersides of the twin arousals. Each length was at least three feet long and a foot thick, possibly more, giving them a girthy, fat look. Two pairs of meaty nuts hung below, both covered in black fur, each orb as big as Lex's head.

Was she supposed to fight? Lex had gone through basic training like everyone else, but this was outside of her league. The enormous panther leered at her from all of fifty feet away, and Lex could still understand the undeniable look on the feline face: lust.

This was not to be fight with fists and, in the panther's case, claws. This was something altogether more carnal.

Lex's mind raced. Of course. The clothing and lack of it. The flaunting of genitalia. Some kind of tribal ritual, combat sex, whatever it would be called. She wasn't sure that made her situation any better or not.

Lex didn't have much time to think about it, though. The loud voice from earlier screeched out again. Lex turned to stare. A coyote, possibly, or maybe a small canine - the bull wasn't sure from so far away, but the meaning behind the unintelligible words were clear. The battle was on.

Lex turned back to the panther, but the feline was already charging across the stadium. The beast leapt from twenty feet away and Lex stared as she soared across the arena, arms outstretched, twin shafts spurting thick good, four breasts flying up and down, muscular body tensed and rippling. And, Lex realized too late, heading straight for her.

Claws sunk into her shoulders and thighs. She roared with pain, but crashed backwards still with the panther clutching at her. The feline's thick shafts slid between her long torso, through all three sets of breasts, staining her hairy black hide with the panther's musk. Lex opened her eyes and shot out her arms, but her hands simply pushed into the cat's oversized breasts, squeezing them and sinking into the firm, round flesh.

The feline said something, but of course, Lex couldn't understand it. Probably something... dirty. A taunt, maybe. Regardless, the bull's arms shifted, grabbing the panther's shoulders, and twisted around, rolling herself on top. The cat had to retract her claws or get her legs crushed under the bull's weight as she reached for the feline's wrists.

Lex tried not to groan as she felt the two enormous, erect shafts grind against her belly and between her breasts. The velvet stalks were warm and fat, pulsing madly. She could feel the squirts of masculine seed against her skin and shuddered anew as her breasts squeezed into the panthers, increasing the pressure she felt.

Despite herself, her sheath lurched. The feline struggled beneath her as the bull's moans grew more intense. Lex's oversized body twitched, flexed, arched against the feline as pleasure washed over her. Every moment brought new, delirious sensations as her three thick stalks extended, squeezing between her hide and the panther's fur, rubbing against the cat's own massive erections.

The feline growled between groans and humped her hips, trying to toss the bull off, but Lex was too strong. She knelt over the panther's hips, hands around the cat's wrists, holding the feline down as her three cock stretched the sheath, pushing it lower as they filled out larger and thicker, surpassing the panther's in size and girth. The black-furred feline looked surprised as the bull's size and asked something in an incredulous tone.

Lex ignored the question, not that she could understand it anyways, and let out a lustful groan. Something stirred inside her... primal, lustful urges. With every inch her triple shafts grew, with every rub against her six aching nipples, with every wriggle of the muscular, shifting panther beneath her, Lex's brain became more consumed with all the deliciously unsavory things she wanted to do to the other gladiator. She tried to fight back, to simply subdue her opponent and find a way to stop the fight, but the feline's hips bucked against her, undulating across the undersides of two of her three shafts, which had one stacked in the middle, squeezed slightly above the other two.

The panther noticed the look that came over Lex's eyes and smirked. A moment later, the feline's body went limp except for her rhythmic movements. She began to purr and rumble as her hips slid upwards, belly wriggling, squeezing and tensing against the bull's erections.

Lex moaned and released the panther's wrists without thinking. Her cocks felt so good... so sensitive... between her legs, her feminine sex dripped as a warm heat swelled in her belly. She had to... had to...

The panther twisted free, wrists no longer restrained, and scurried from between Lex's legs, shoving the bull off. Lex, off-balance, fell onto her back before rolling around to her feet in an undignified manner. This new body, she thought, was going to take getting used to. She tensed as she saw the panther circle, but found it hard to concentrate. Her nipples ached, desperate for a touch, while all three malenesses jutting from her hips bobbed and jerked, sending up thick jets of clear pre-cum, pints of the stuff. Her massive sac hung low, almost past her knees.

The roar of the crowd grew as she turned to face the panther, keeping her in front. She shuddered, trying not to moan or close her eyes as a thrill of pleasure went up her spine. Everything felt so good... so raw... so carnal... she shivered, even in the heat of the sun, and waited for the panther's next move.

"Please! I don't want to fight!" she said, though even now she was having doubts. The panther wanted to take her, that much was obvious. If the only way to stop the fight was to do the same first...

Astronauts are trained to have good reflexes. They served Lex in good stead, even in her new body. When the panther suddenly tensed and sprung at her, all in the blink of an eye, Lex was ready.

She slipped to the side and stuck out two of her beefy arms. The panther gasped as she slammed into them. Quick as a flash, Lex swung around, getting all six arms wrapped around the feline, pinning the panther's four hands to her sides. From there, it was easy to fall forwards, pushing the feline down into the sand. The crowd screamed its approval as Lex held the feline's shoulders and both pairs of arms with hers. Her enormous erections pressed between the feline's cheeks as they slid up and down, sawing away at the tailhole and dripping pussy. The panther moaned and growled, trying to twist away, but the twelve-foot-tall bull was too strong.

Lex planned on doing as little as she could to win. She tugged the panther's lower set of arms behind her back and held them there, freeing one hand to guide the lower left of her three shafts to the panther's pussy. She had to lift her hips up quite a ways - almost three and a half feet, and was on the verge of losing her grip on the panther by the time she got the tip nudged up against the warm pussy lips. Lex pushed down, roughly squeezing herself inside. The panther yowled and bucked, inadvertently causing more of the bull's oversized maleness to stretch her inner walls. Somehow, Lex fit, but it was tight. And warm... and the panther just... rippled...

Instinct took control. Lex's plan to end her conquest early changed as she pumped her hips forward. Sand flew up from around the panther's muzzle as she yowled again, though it was pleasure and, strangely, disappointment, that Lex could detect.

Her huge fingers clutched at the panther, all thirty, holding the herm still as she shoved in harder, going deeper. She couldn't explain how she managed to fit, but soon, two-thirds of her oversized cock quivered deep inside the now moaning, wriggling feline. Lex snorted, nostrils flaring, as she pulled back and humped in, then again, roughly drawing her wet, veined shaft back before grinding it in again, going deeper each time. Her other two malenesses bobbed and bounced off the feline's backside, sending splatters of hot pre-cum across the feline's black fur. Lex's six breasts bounced, heaved, as she thrust her way in deeper, needing to go harder, to take the panther, claim her, dominate, prove that she - Lex Reeves - was the alpha. She was in charge!

The thought made her blood boil and she crooned out a bull-like groan as her stalk hilted inside the feline's body. The crowd cheered and applauded as Lex wrapped her arms around the panther's torso and leaned back, lifting her up. The outline of her massive shaft distended the moaning panther's belly and chest. Lex grasped at her heavy breasts with all six hands, roughly groping and teasing, making the panther squeeze and wriggle all the more.

It was good. But it wasn't enough.

Snorting with carnal lust, Lex tugged her cock back, shoving the panther back onto her chest on the sand. Rika let out moans and cries as the bull's hands held her fast; the feline let out a mewling cry the tip of Lex's cock popped free of her stretched feminine sex.

Lex's eyes narrowed, taking in the leaking feline's rump. Yes, that would do...

Her fingers squeezed tight, pushing the panther down firmly. The crowd whooped and cheered the bull's three shafts nudged forward, lining up. The panther's struggles increased, giving Lex the idea that possibly this was what she had to do to win this battle... the bull grinned. It would be a pleasure...

Fire coursed through her veins as she ground forward. The upper middle shaft bent, flexing at the middle, as the thick head strained to stretch open the panther's tail hole. Her other two shafts, side by side, did similarly as they both attempted to breach Rika's pussy. The panther's moans echoed in Lex's ears, spurring the bull on. The urges were too much... she had to have this panther... now!

With a mighty thrust, and a long, gurgling yowl from Rika, all three shafts drove into the panther's body. Lex arched her backside, lifting the wriggling panther into the air. The feline's belly and chest were bloated and stretched with cock. Lex roared triumphantly, head back, chest out, bottom pair of arms pulling on Rika's ankles, upper two pairs holding the panther's wrists back. It was quite a sight as the bull's oversized erections filled and stretched Rika's muscular body. The panther wailed with pleasure and before Lex had even hilted, the panther came.

The feeling of the warm, velvet-lined tunnels clamping down, rippling, hot and wet, tight against her smooth black stalks, milking the incredible shafts, all as she shoved in deeper, harder, finding tighter and yet more pleasurable places to pump her aching erections... Lex would admit later she went a little crazy. It was hard to keep hold of her senses as every fiber of her admittedly new being told her to fuck, to screw, to pound the panther into submission in the worst ways possible. To breed the black-furred feline, make her cry out the name "Lex!"

The crowd applauded and cheered as Lex ravished their former champion. The panther's form was quite rounded by the time the bull came. Gallons upon gallons of hot, thick jizz flooded Rika's body. Her twins flexed, jerking, cumming all the harder, but for as much as they pumped out, Lex pumped more right back in. The panther gurgled as the bull pulled her arms more tightly behind her back, keeping them outstretched, elbows straight. The crowd enjoyed the view: Rika tipped back, supported on nothing but the triad of immense cocks impaling her body, breasts swinging, muzzle open, gurgling, eyes wide and blank as she came and came, suffering innumerable orgasms as the bull had her way.

Lex couldn't believe how powerful she felt. Strong and male, but feminine at the same time. Her muscles rippled under her hide, pulled taut as she flexed, dragging the panther down until her legs wrapped around the bull's thighs. Fully impaled, her erections continued to cum, shooting like fountains, filling the panther so full she began to cough up thick white bull seed. More poured from her nostrils as she shuddered and wriggled, whimpering with pleasure, both massive erections flopping up and down, sending sprays of feline spoo across the sands.

Even her titanic balls couldn't cum forever, and eventually, Lex finished. She released the panther's arms; the rounded-out feline flopped forward heavily and lay on the sand, arms spread wide, a glassy look of pleasure on her broad, flat muzzle. Cum drooled from her lips and dripped from her nose; her belly was fat, inflated with seed. She barely moved as Lex pulled her aching, half-hard stalks free, though a significant amount of bull seed drained from her body after. Besides the occasional twitch or moan, the panther was well and truly sexed out.

Lex got to her hooves and lifted her arms into the air, all six. Her massive cocks draped over her balls, still dribbling two-inch thick streams of cum onto the sand in short bursts. The crowd cheered and clapped, many waving their cocks or tits at her. Still overcome by the moment and the incredible pleasure of taking the panther as she had, Lex basked in the adulation, even getting a little hard again, as the announcer, or fight caller, or whatever the coyote's title was, began to speak again. He went on for several minutes as the panther panted and gasped, shivering at the hooves of the massive bull standing near the far side of the arena, where the majority of the "fight" had taken place.

Eventually, the coyote stopped talking and the crowd erupted in cheers. There was movement in the four differently-colored camps and raised voices from across the auditorium. Lex could pick out several distinct words, but they made no sense. She stared down at her body - black hide, hooves, tail, and of course, her cocks and breasts. The realization struck her that there could be no rescue. The technology was decidedly primitive. She could be stuck here. And stuck like this. Forever.

The clamor grew in the stadiums as representatives from each of the four camps held up various signs with some kind of writing on them. The signs were being made on the fly, as though in response to each other, with the coyote excitedly narrating what was happening.

Stuck here, forever, like this? It was a tough thing to swallow. But then, she could have died on the ship. She was alive, and alive, there was hope. Maybe not of rescue, but of... well, she wasn't sure what yet. At least she knew it felt good to be this way. She allowed herself a small smirk, remembering how it had felt, stretching the panther on her titans, listening to the feline's moans and whimpers and pleading whines... her triplets jerked, thickening, still drooping from their sheath. The bull shook her head. It felt good, but... what next?

The camps increased their activity. The announcer sounded more and more excited. Were the coyote speaking a language Lex could understand, she was sure the canine would sound much like a professional wrestling announcer.

A chant started somewhere in the back of the crowd. It grew quickly, until thousands of voices shouted it, filling the air, all while the signs made by the camps went up faster and faster. Lex realized it was a word she understood, one that was very familiar. It only ended when one of the camps - the purple one - lifted a sign that stopped the other three cold. A hush came over the crowd and the coyote waited, ears perked forward. Lex watched, trying to understand what was happening. The coyote lifted a paw high into the air, then dropped it.

Immediately, the purple section of the arena exploded into more chants, repeating the same recognizable word over and over. Had she just been... sold? Bought? Adopted? Lex was confused, even as the chanting grew louder.

"Na-sa! Na-sa! Na-sa!"

To be continued...