Lisa's Bad Fur Day - Part 6

Story by poweron on SoFurry

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#6 of Lisa's bad fur day

Lisa finally comes to the climax of her transformation. But will she ever get back to normal?


The bed posts were stacked neatly in the corner. Adorned with a smooth brass ball at the top, the brass tapering down into a column intricate carvings of flowers and leaves. The bottom of each pole was made of dark marbled oak. They were disused but only recently as they had hardly begun collecting dust.

Lisa's lust-consumed eyes focused on the posts. Her throbbing loins, dripping a small steady stream of her juices down her legs. She rubbed her stomach with a wet hand, she could feel something deep inside her where the heat was worst. She hadn't been able to reach it with all her ministrations. But those poles, they were long enough. She needed to reach it, at any cost.

Her mind was retreating into the lust, she could feel the thrumming heat inside her eating at her mind.

"Ahhhhhhh, my....my......ahhhhhhhhh" was as she could get out of her muzzle as her lower lips throbbed even harder.

With her right hand she continued to massage her aching lips as she dived in and out of her engorged wet folds with her left. She made her way towards the posts as best she could, shudders of impending orgasm rippled through her, making movement difficult, even the movement of her legs causing her lips to part slightly making her squeak.

She had to stop several times, almost doubling over in pleasure as she almost came. Her hands traveling to her huge tits, rubbing them furiously as her vagina squirted fresh waves of hot liquid onto her thighs.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Lisa fighting her lactating, leaking heat-filled body the whole way, she made it to the corner of the barn. Her huge feet pushing through loose hay, her juices causing strands of hay to stick to her thick wet thighs. Hesitantly she pulled her hand out her wet crotch. Her lower lips sucking at her fingers as they hesitantly gave up her thick digits. She grabbed the closest bed post with her soaked shaking hands.

They weren't as heavy as it looked, or she stronger now, she was in no state to ponder it. The brass was smooth and cold and thick and long and..and.... Her mind was slipping, drool crept its way out of the side of her muzzle as she appraised the golden shaft, turning it over in her hands. They were shaking even more now as she clutched the column of wood and brass. Her vagina throbbed, hard. Her thick lips separating even further, strands of liquid bridged her aching exposed inner walls.

"I huuuhhh....need....inside...." was all her sex-addled brain could get out between moans. She had kept herself mostly together until now but she was slipping as her strong hormones overwhelmed her. Lisa was being driven by her sex now, the heat making her head fuzzy.

She needed it in her, she needed it in her now!

Slamming the hard wood end of the pole in the ground she tilted its round head towards herself, stepping back a couple paces to give herself maneuvering room.

With a needy urgency she brought the brass head to the gates of her womanhood. Her body shuddered in anticipation. With a shaking hand she pried open her wet lips to help guide the pole. Ever so slowly she pushed the massive brass head against herself. It was cold and foreign, but she instantly knew she needed this. Her hesitation was gone as her swollen nether lips sucked at the large round tip of the brass pole.

It took all the self control she could muster in her growing state of sex-fueled delirium to not ram it into herself as hard as she could. Her body was going into overdrive at the mere teasing of the brass rod at the entrance to her wetness. Slowly she pushed it thick round head past the quivering lips and her world turned white.

"SQEEEEAAAAKKKK!!!!!" She screamed as she was penetrated.

Lisa's felt her insides being stimulated and stretched open like never before. The pole was only a few inches inside her but it rubbed up against parts of her she never knew existed. Her whole body was on fire. The heat surging through her vagina radiating outward to her extremities. Wave after wave of pleasure filled her every pore, her whole body shaking. The bed pole filled her like she had never been filled, not by her hands, not by the hose, not by anything. It rubbed the thick pink thing at the top of her lips and was driving her crazy.

Her whole body was shaking, her pussy clenching hard on the bed post as it did its best to suck at the hard brass. The ridges of its fine engravings driving her wild. It wasn't deep enough, she needed it inside!

Lisa was all hormones and instinct now, the girl that was Lisa was no match for this level of raw sexual drive coursing through her system. With her self-control in tatters, she pushed her body onto the pole with all her weight.

Her clenching walls went crazy as she shoved a foot and a half of the thick brass pole into her heaving, clenching orgasming body. She wasn't seeing white now, but stars. She screamed animalistically as she reared her head upwards, strands of drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her bright eyes glazed over in the furious copulation between her and the bed post.

The pole we pushing so deep into her. It was finally reaching the deep aching source of the heat. Her body knew what to do even as her conscious brain was all but shut down. She began grinding up and down on the pole. Its many carvings being pulled in and out of her heaving wet vagina. Her inner lips sucking in and out of her as she thrust greedily and with ever increasing speed.

Before too long she was coming. Her body clenching harder than ever before on the pole. Her bosom heaving and squirting. Even in full orgasm she didnt, couldnt stop bucking up and down on the now drenched pole. Its length making lewd wet sucking sounds as it entered and exited her.

Lisa's mouth agape in agonizing pleasure. She squirting wave after wave of her hot liquid down the brass poles length, some of the old wood below the brass absorbing as much as it could before giving up and ferrying her juices into a small puddle at the base. Her breasts joined, each producing rich steams of milk in shooting arcs, her pink distended throbbing nipples aching with heat between orgasmic spurts.

She grabbed her bouncing tits with both her hands as she rode the pole, each one squeezing and pushing on her still copiously leaking nipples.

Lisa continued like that longer than her sex-addled mind could measure. Up and down, in and out, leaking and spurting.

Finally after an eternity it faded and she began to feel, for the first time since this started, satisfied.

With a final long, wet, "shlocckk" the pole left her well used loins. She collapsed onto her knees as it finally left her. Her large sexed body and pole hitting the ground at almost the same time.

She was exhausted, falling forward onto her hands she panted. Lisa felt sleepy, her body exhausted of energy and fluids. The barest drip of milk still beading at her hanging nipples. Lisa brought a hand backwards to her aching pussy. It was quickly cooling and drenched. She moaned, not out of sexual desire but out of frustration. But she was too tired. Too tired...

Lisa collapsed onto the barn floor, dead asleep. Which was fortunate, she wouldn't have enjoyed the sensations that shortly thereafter began coursing through her passed out body. Her frame began collapsing, bones compressing, Her huge breasts began deflating. All her reserve milk pushing out her shrinking nipples. The white fur shedding off her thinning body in clumps as it gave way to pink skin. Her head quickly regrowing hair that quickly draped across her face. It grew longer and more luxurious than before.

Her wide hips cracking smaller and smaller as her muscle mass shrank. Her thick legs and arms shrinking in length and bulk. Her huge pussy convulsing as it shrank, her birthing canal shrinking and shortening inside of her. Lisa moaned unconsciously in her sleep as her body reformed. Her huge breasts finally settled flatly against her chest, leaving no trace of their exertions. The thick digits of her hands shrinking in dainty human fingers.

Lisa laid there in the barn, now fully human again, surrounded by spent liquids. She slept there, a deeper and better sleep than she had ever known.