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The New Guy

Part Three

Reversal

()()()

The day after Jon's scare, he was somewhat afraid to even go out at all. Though he doubted the threat would be acted on, given how small the town was, it was still targeted enough against him to be a point of concern, so he had reported it to the police station immediately after feeding Amelia and gotten cleaned up, though he didn't have much faith in them, to be quite honest. Neither of them seemed to be all there, and, well, there were only two of them, so he would probably have to do some of the work himself. He didn't own a gun, or really any weapon, but if it really came down to it, he might not have had a choice in the matter.

Still, he tried to keep those thoughts out and enjoy the day. It was a tad bleak, the sky overcast and the temperature low, but Jon found himself strangely comforted by it, even if he had to wear his hoodie up to protect his ears. He seemed to be the only one who liked it, though, as he had been out and about for an hour and not seen anyone else doing the same. However, just because one does not see does not mean it isn't there, and several times, his keen predatory senses picked up something that kept following him, but he couldn't place exactly what it was.

Okay, this is getting kind of spooky now, he thought, eyes constantly shifting where he thought he heard something. Maybe it's the guy who sent the message...I should really buy a gun or something...

He continued walking for a few moments, then clenched his teeth and turned about-face, looking desperately behind him. "Show yourself, damn it!"

A rustling in a nearby tree drew his eye, and Jon growled. "All right, I know where you are! Just come out already!" He stared in confusion as a frog dressed in camouflage gear descended from the branch, frowning for some reason.

"Aw, man, you found me!" the frog complained, dropping to the ground with practiced ease.

"Found you?" Jon echoed, then shaking his head. "Wait a minute, who are you?"

"I'm Camofrog!" he answered, pointing to the forest pattern on his shirt. "Get it?"

"Yeah, that's...look, why were you following me? You nearly gave me a heart attack doing that."

"Well, I was playing hide-and-seek with Wolfgang earlier, but he never found me, so then I decided to play with you when I saw you!"

"Hide-and-seek? Yeah...bad news, Camo, I think he might have just been trying to get rid of you."

"Get rid of me? That would explain why he never found me...oh, that dick!" Camofrog grew angry, while Jon grew concerned. "I can't believe he would do something like...whatever, he's lame anyway. Hey, you're the guy that moved in a few days ago, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"How are you liking our little town so far, newbie?"

"Well, it's pretty nice, and some of the townsfolk are really warming up to me," he said. "Apparently, some people really don't want me here, though..."

"I heard about that," Camofrog said, growing concerned. "That's messed up."

Jon frowned. "Let me guess, Diana told you?"

"No, Willow did." The frog narrowed his eyes. "What does it matter if Diana told me? You got a problem with her?"

"Well, it's just that...I've heard stuff about her, you know?"

Camo shook his head. "I don't know what you've heard about her, but...you should really give her a chance, man. It's not what you think."

"Well, I'm not thinking very nice things, so I hope you're right."

"Just give her one chance, all right?" Camo demanded.

"Okay, okay, I'll try and meet up with her," Jon said, backing up slightly.

"It'll make more sense when you get to know her, really. Is there any way I can help you out here?"

"Well...You seem to like hiding...do you like following people around?"

"Eh? Well, I wouldn't say I liked it, per se...but I suppose I'm pretty good at it, being a camouflage expert and all. Why do you ask?"

"I want to know if you wouldn't mind trying to figure out who might have sent that package..."

"Okay, first of all, who actually gave it to you?" Camo asked.

"Amelia, but there's no way it's her. And it couldn't be Willow, either."

"Why not?"

"...I was busy with them."

"I guess that brings the list of suspects down...what did the note say, exactly?"

"Nasty things. Personal things."

"You mean, like, middle names or something?"

"No, I mean like racial threats and knowing that...I'm dyslexic," Jon admitted.

"Wow, really? Man, that's horrible. I can't even imagine..." Camo shook his head. "I hadn't heard anything about that...who could have known?"

"I keep that pretty private," Jon said. "I'm not sure who could have known that and want me out at the same time...just keep an eye out, okay?"

"I'll let you know if anybody does something funny!"

"Thanks for your help, man."

"No problemo!" The frog promptly jumped into the tree above, perfectly hidden yet again.

"What a nice guy. Weird, though," Jon muttered, continuing his walk refreshed and assured.

()()()

"There he is!" Mayor Robert shouted, observing Jon through a telescope, smiling with glee. "Oh man, he's about to walk into the pitfall!"

"Mr. Mayor, shouldn't you be running the town?" Isabelle asked, observing the pile of papers on his desk. She would probably end up doing most of it anyway, but it would have been nice for him to perform some of his duties, at least. "There's a lot of paperwork here..."

"I'll do it later!" he yelled, looking closer. Jon had no idea of the trap he was about to walk into, and the mayor couldn't help but hold his breath as he inched closer, closer...and walked over the spot without effect.

"What the hell?" he asked, looking closer. "That...that's the spot, isn't it?"

"Maybe it was a dud?" Isabelle suggested. Or maybe I sabotaged it, dickhead.

"Hm...not enough of an impact, anyway. Maybe I'll bury them in a circle around his house."

"I think he would notice that, Mr. Mayor."

"Well, what do you suggest, then, Isabelle?" he asked, turning to her. "If you're just going to object instead of doing anything useful, how about you leave me alone while I do all this paperwork!"

Isabelle huffed and walked out of the office, leaving the mayor alone with his work.

"Okay, paperwork, paperwork...this should be easy, Isabelle does this all the time!" He pulled a sheet from the top of one pile and observed it, his face soon turning to an expression of utter horror. "Oh, shit."

()()()

"This place is like a ghost town," Jon observed. "Am I the only person who likes overcast?"

"Not really," came a light, yet firm voice. Jon turned to see its source, a light-brown female goat with vibrant blue horns, wearing some strange sort of bodice that revealed quite a bit, and yet at the same time, not much at all. She seemed at peace, staring up at the sky, and Jon approached her.

"You like it when it's cloudy?"

"Well, certainly. It's peaceful. Besides, when it's bright out my eyes hurt."

Jon chuckled. "I don't mind when it's lighter out. What's your name?"

"Pashmina," the goat answered. "My mother chose that name for me."

"I'm Jonathan. I don't know who picked it."

Pashmina smiled. "Didn't you just move in? I haven't seen anything of you."

"Yeah, I did. I've been getting a lot done the last few days here. Including getting threats."

"Willow told me about that," Pashmina said, growing angry. "If I find out who did that, I'll pound them!"

"Um, thank you, I guess?"

She shook her head, growing calmer. "Sorry, it's just that...I can't stand the thought of somebody being a jerk like that!"

"Do you have any idea who could have done that?"

"I can't think of anybody who would do something like that. I mean, Wolfgang has some Polish in him, so it probably wasn't him, but I really can't think of anybody who would want to do that."

"I guess I'll just have to wait it out, then," Jon said. "I'm not sure what to make of it, really."

"If you need any help, you can talk to me right away," Pashmina offered, stepping forward and pressing herself against him. "I certainly wouldn't mind."

"My, aren't you forward," Jon said, somewhat confused yet also interested. ""What are you looking to do, here?"

"Willow told me all about what you two did yesterday," the goat claimed, tracing a finger on the back of his neck, pressing closer and squshing her breasts down slightly. "Ooh, is that your musk?"

"You just met me and you already want to breed?" Jon asked. "You're very forward, aren't you?"

"You bred Willow and Amelia right after you met them, and I'll bet you'll keep that up," Pashmina countered, taking a deep whiff of his scent. "Oh, that's nice~"

"So, Willow told you, eh? I wouldn't have thought you'd be interested in that right away."

"Well...it's always been a secret little...thing of mine, so to speak."

"I see," Jon said. "Shall we go to my house, then?"

"I'd prefer taking you to my house." Pashmina pointed towards her home, and Jon looked through the trees to see a lovely little abode, a Victorian-styled house that couldn't have had more than three or four rooms.

"This is my house..." she said once they were outside the front door, her voice breathy. "It's not very big, but it does its job."

"We can make it bigger later," Jon said. "Why don't you let us in?"

Pashmina carefully opened the door, looking around to see if anybody was watching, and ducked inside, Jon following far more casually.

"I think we both know what we want," Pashmina said, reaching behind to begin undoing her bodice. She was quite distracted, though, and was obviously having trouble with the complex lacing, so Jon stepped around her and observed the series of strings, quickly figuring out how to undo it. Within seconds, the tight cloth fell away, freeing Pashmina's breasts in all their lovely, firm glory.

"Not bad," Jon said, reaching a hand under her arm to grope one. She couldn't help but moan as he did, the flesh still sensitive after spending so long under tight wrapping. "I have to admit, I don't know why you would wear that thing."

"I just like how it looks, really." Her breath began growing heavy and stuttered, as her arousal began to become more obvious, Jon feeling some slight moisture seep into his pants. "And...how it feels..."

"Oh, you're into bondage?" Jon asked, his other hand slowly reaching down her belly, tracing the short, soft fur there. "I could tie you up, if you'd like."

"Actually..." Pashmina said, slipping out from his grasp and deftly putting herself behind him, bringing the control to her. "I was wanting to tie you up."

"Oh?" Jon asked, somewhat confused. "That's...well, I wasn't expecting that, I have to admit."

"I know what I want, and I know who I want it from," Pashmina whispered into his ears. "And you will give it to me."

Now Jon's heart began beating faster as Pashmina began undoing his pants, and soon they fell around his ankles, his sheath open to the thick, musky air at last. He certainly wasn't used to being dominated, and he didn't expect to like it, yet as Pashmina slowly pulled his shirt up, he found himself getting aroused, his shaft beginning to expand to its great size, and he even began to moan.

"I see you're enjoying it," Pashmina observed. "Wow, that's...big. Um, really big." She paused. "Will that even fit?"

"You're gonna want to swallow first," Jon suggested. "It gets you ready to take the rest."

"Oh, like getting acclimated to it?" Pashmina asked. "I see...wait, before we do anything, what's the safeword?"

"The what?"

"The thing you say if you're uncomfortable and need to stop."

"Oh, I get it...how about 'pineapple'?"

"That's a pretty good one," she agreed. "Oh, man, my eyes are watering, we should really get started."

"Be gentle," Jon advised. "I've never done this before."

"Don't worry, honey, I won't hurt you," Pashmina claimed, slipping away from him and running to another room, soon returning holding a number of silk wrappings, all colored in jet black. "I'll take very good care of you..."

Oh, man, here we go...

()()()

Minutes later, Jon was in quite the literal bind upon Pashmina's fine European-style bed, hands tied behind his back and his ankles bound together in that odd silk cloth, erection pointing straight up at the ceiling. She had taken a few moments to observe it, deciding how exactly she would go about handling the situation.

"You are really big," she said, climbing upon the bed and straddling his chest, "but I can handle it."

"Can you?" Jon asked.

"Now, now, dear, don't question your master," she advised, getting to her hooves and putting one out in front of her, smiling down at him. "Lick it."

Jon looked back and forth between her eyes and the hoof. "I'm sorry?"

"Lick it," she commanded, more forcefully this time. "Come on, this isn't hard."

"I...what will that accomplish, exactly?"

"It's making you submit to me," she explained. "Now do it, or I won't bother breeding you at all."

"Breeding me?"

"I'm in control, aren't I? Now lick my hoof."

Jon eyed it, and put his tongue out, carefully running it over the tip of the hard protrusions. As expected, it didn't particularly taste of anything and didn't do much for him, but he tried to get into it as best he could, trying to lick as much of it as he could.

After a few seconds, Pashmina drew her hoof away, smirking. "Very good."

"I'm still not sure what that's supposed to do," Jon noted.

"Don't worry, you will." She knelt down onto his chest, tracing a finger over his chin. "Everybody understands eventually, even if it does take a while."

"Hopefully it won't."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure it won't." Her finger drew away, and she glanced behind her shoulder at his cock. "And now for the main event..."

"What?" Jon asked, concerned. "Are...are you sure? You didn't really prepare for--"

"I know what I'm doing, don't worry," she advised, getting back up and positioning herself above the still-throbbing cock, an errant drop of her fluid falling upon it and making it twitch. "I've taken some pretty big things before."

"As big as me, though?"

Pashmina leaned down, looking him straight in the eye and smiling smugly. "Bigger."

With that, she got back into position and slowly descended upon him, just slightly engulfing his head. She hissed in pleasure as she was finally stretched by something, a small spurt of pre flowing into her as well. "Oh, that's nice..."

Carefully, she inched down further, the barbs roughly scraping along her insides and her clit, quickly bringing her to a rather sudden orgasm that left as soon as she came. "Ah!" She tensed, nearly collapsing off the bed, but just barely managed to hold on, and did her best to regain composure.

"Caught off guard?" Jon asked.

"A bit...I mean, I can handle you, I just wasn't ready for the, uh, barbs."

"They're nice, aren't they?"

"We'll see," she said, slowly continuing her descent. "Oh, you're right, pet, that is nice..." she moaned, looking down at Jon. His teeth were clenched, but she could tell it wasn't remotely out of discomfort, in fact, quite the opposite; he seemed to be enjoying it almost as much she was! "You're a very big boy, aren't you? Certainly not a shrimp like some of the other men I've been with." She drew back up, looking at just how much of it had been inside her after her orgasm, and was surprised to see it wasn't even quite halfway in.

"Nnf..." he groaned, squirming slightly in his bonds, but not enough to break free. "Quit...bein' a tease..."

"I'll go exactly as fast as I want," she said, her voice quavering slightly as she descended once more and felt another, weaker orgasm as her pussy was stretched out and her clit was roughed again. "I want to savor this...taking you and your seed as I please..."

"Are you okay?" he asked in between heavy pants. "You sound tired."

"I'm okay, it's just...a little bit more..." Her knees finally touched the bed, the tip of Jon's shaft poking against the opening to her womb. "There, perfectly fine. I told you that I could handle you."

She slowly bent forward, soon nose-to-nose with her new sub. "You'll learn how this all works soon enough, pet." Jon's heart fluttered at the last word, though he couldn't exactly tell why. "But for now...I want you to beg for it."

"What?" he asked.

"Beg for me to let you cum in me," she said. "Beg for me to allow you the honor of getting me pregnant."

"Um...please let me get you pregnant?"

Pashmina giggled, running a finger along his cheek. "You're cute," she noted, leaning back to her original position and descending even lower, carefully pushing the head inside her depths and grimacing as it finally broke past, the feeling quite new to her. While it was true she had taken large things, she had never gotten them quite so deep, and it was somewhat alien to her, even as she grew accustomed to it. Once it hit the back of her womb and her clit came to rest on his knot, she paused, taking in the whole situation.

"So, how is it?" Jon asked, grinning smugly.

"D-don't be so smug." She grimaced, shifting her place slightly so she had a better angle. "I'm perfectly fine...and now I'm really going to start!"

She kicked up, pushing the massive rod out of her in an instant and dragging the barbs quite angrily against her nub, forcing into a third orgasm that was far more powerful than the last two combined. Jon gasped, surprised by how sudden it was.

"You like that?" she asked. "I certainly do. I wonder how much you'll put out?"

"M-more then enough," Jon said. "You'll look pregnant already..."

"That much?" she asked, pushing back down and taking the shaft much easier that time. She hissed in pleasure once more, now rather enjoying the feeling of having stretching out her womb. "That sounds very nice. I hope you won't disappoint, or I might have to punish you~"

"Hey, hold on--"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'm talking about the fun kind of punishment." The thought of "punishing" Jon excited her quite a bit, and her speed increased, Jon grimacing at how roughly she was pumping atop him. "Even pain can be enjoyable if you have the right mindset~"

"I'd hope so," Jon forced out through clenched teeth.

Pashmina slowed down, now concerned about him. "Are you okay?"

"Just...friction, is all," he said. "Can we finish up? I'm starting to get sore."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she cried. "I didn't mean to..."

"Hey, don't worry, it's fine, now I just know what I need to do for next time...master."

Jon smiled up at her, and she calmed down, soon smiling herself as she picked up again. A great heat was growing in her belly, and she struggled to maintain a proper pace as it overwhelmed her. Even with all the strength she could muster, the sheer force and size of the thing within her was difficult to take, and the powerful pleasure washing over her didn't help much, either.

"Ah...I'm getting...warmer..."

"It's the barbs," Jon explained, a fire growing in his loins as well. "They're making you...ovulate...more for my sperm..."

"More for me," Pashmina corrected. "I'm the one breeding you, and don't you forget that."

It certainly felt like Jon was the one being bred; his cock was popping in and out of her womb at an impressive rate, and he was surprised she could stay so composed while taking him so thoroughly. The thought of being bred himself made the fire grow stronger; he wasn't sure at first, but now he was quite sure that this was enjoyable, if a bit different.

"Damn...my eggs must be going crazy..." she said, running a hand over the bulge in her stomach, feeling the warmth even there.

"Nngh...I hope...you like being pregnant...because you'll be very pregnant at this rate!" Jon said, feeling his barbs digging quite deep and his head going in and out of her cervix rapidly. He was starting to get a bit sore from such rough treatment, so he took the liberty to allow himself to release at last, but to his surprise, she objected as the first few spurts of cum flowed into her and struck at her eggs far too soon.

"Hey, I didn't say you could cum!" she cried, poorly trying to hide that she still liked the feeling anyway. "Don't top from the bottom, either, it's--ah!--cheating!"

"Sorry," Jon said, clenching as hard as he could to stop the flow. Some, of course, still flowed in, since there was simply that much of it. "C-can I cum in you, please?"

"B-beg more, pet," she demanded, trying to hold on herself as more ropes of thick seed shot into her, already stretching her out. "I want...oh forget it, just cum in me, damn it!" She slammed down hard on his knot, popping it in her wet pussy with ease and locking them together.

"If you say so," Jon said, letting himself relax and the deluge continue. Powerful jets fired out from his tip right against the edge of her womb, their warmth obvious even behind the warmth her body was making, and her belly soon began to expand outwards, Jon's knot holding what little seeped out from her chamber.

"Oh my goodness!" she cried. It soon became obvious that Jon wasn't lying; what little remained of the bulge caused by his cock disappeared, replaced by a more rounded and much larger one, washing over her eggs completely and ensuring she would walk out with a very large new litter, for lack of a better term.

"Nnh...I'll have to teach you how to ask politely..." she said as she reached what looked like a full term. The air around them was awash in musk and heat, and her façade finally broke as she breathed it in, shivering in pleasure as one final orgasm passed through her body. "It's not very nice for a pet to do things without their master's permission..."

"I'll keep that in mind...next time..." Jon groaned.

"So you would like to do this again?" she asked. "Good...I'll teach you your place yet..."

"I'm not sure what to feel about that," Jon admitted. "Ah...I think that's about it..."

"Aw," Pashmina moaned, her disappointment quite obvious. She was very much enjoying the feeling of being so incredibly expanded, but still, she got plenty; now she was so large that she didn't believe she could still move around. "Wow...you certainly did very well, pet."

"Thank you, master," Jon said, now dazed. "I can't feel my legs."

"I'll just... get off..." Pashmina carefully lifted herself off of Jon's cock with some difficulty, due to the knot, though there was enough lubrication that she managed it. To her surprise, she was able to support her newly massive belly; although Jonathan may have been great in volume, it probably wasn't that heavy, and she was quite strong on her own. "Well, I'm definitely pregnant now."

"Oh, easily," Jon said, coming down from his confused high. "I don't know how many you're gonna have, but there's no chance you're not pregnant."

"What if I was on the pill?"

"Wouldn't work, my musk would negate it," Jon said. "The only way to stop it would be having your tubes tied, or..."

"I'll stop you there because that's gross." She grimaced, but shook it off. "Doesn't matter, anyway. I'm carrying your children, and that's not changing anytime soon."

"Well, you could--"

"I know what you're going to say, and I'm not doing that. I've wanted to get bred by a hyper for years now, and I'm not backing down!"

"Secret fantasy of yours, eh?" Jon asked, sitting up and undoing the bonds around his wrists. "Thanks for using silk, by the way, rope would probably hurt."

"I know what I'm doing," she said. "You seemed to have gotten the idea at the end there, ignoring that little release."

"I was getting sore," Jon whined.

"You'll get used to it. Hopefully the next time you breed me, you'll have learned your lesson. Any guess on the term?"

He shrugged. "Could be three months, could be six. It's kind of difficult to guess with hypers."

"Well, I hope it's three, because then we'll get to do this that much more often. I really loved the feeling of being fertilized~" She smiled as she imaged her eggs being surrounded with super-powerful sperm, but a ring of her doorbell, playing some sort of Baroque tune Jon didn't quite recognize (to his chagrin), wiped it off her face, replacing it with a look of fear. "Crap! I can't answer the door like this!"

"Hold on," Jon said, quickly undoing his ankles and grabbing his shirt, wrapping it around his waist. "If I can make a loincloth..."

"You're still hard!"

"It'll go down, don't worry."

"You think a shirt is going to--"

"Hey, half of you walk around without pants anyway, it's not like they'd see anything they haven't already, just bigger."

He ran for the front door, trying to think of unpleasant things to make his cock recede back into its sheath. He only half succeeded by the time he got to the door, forcing him to very carefully open the door. Thankfully, nobody was there, but there was something he wanted to see even less: another package, much like the one he'd received the day before.

"Shit," he muttered, trying to reach though and grab it.

"Jon!" cried Camofrog, appearing suddenly from a nearby bush.

"Jesus!" the ferret cried, slamming the door. He opened it again, looking out at his friend. "Sorry, man, you nearly gave me a heart attack there."

"I saw who put that there!"

"What?" Jon asked, opening the door wider. His boner was completely gone, but it was still an odd sight, and Camofrog paused before continuing.

"It was--ack!" He grabbed his neck, eyes fluttering before he collapsed.

"Camo!" Jon yelled, running over and putting an ear to his chest. It was still beating, and he let out a sigh of relief. However, as he stood up, out of the corner of his eye, he could see somebody dressed in bright red running into the trees, holding some sort of tube.

"Red..." he muttered.

"Hey, nice one, man!" Jon recognized the accent immediately, but still turned to see Wolfgang laughing heartily. "We all know what you're up to, but that's a bit much, man!" He started to calm down, and stopped laughing entirely as soon as he realized what had befallen Camofrog. "Is he--"

"He's alive," Jon assured him, "but you should call the hospital."

Wolfgang nodded and pulled his phone out, quickly dialing the three numbers and telling of what had happened.

I'm sorry I got you involved in this, Camofrog, Jon thought, sorrow growing in his heart. You didn't deserve this. I will stop whoever did this to you...whatever it takes...