egad nob (draft)
Frankly, all I remember is crashing on top of my friend's chest after making a beeline to the couch. He was being grouchy about it, muttering words like "lightweight" and "striped bastard" all over again as he carried most of my weight from the bar. With some effort on my part, I remember challenging him to a drinking match to pass off time after a dull night at After Hours , the bar we frequent most of the time. I managed to down my twelfth bottle of booze, but fell flat on the thirteenth after gulping a third of the bitter liquid.
And now, I'm awake in the most luxurious of beds I have ever set my eyes on in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by rich tapestries and lavish decorations. It was like a fairy tale of sorts, and the only thing that's changed is that Viktor's nowhere to be found and...
"HOLY CRAP!" I croaked, scrambling out of the bed covers with unparalleled haste without even assessing the situation. The muscles I've worked so hard for were gone and the one that stared back at me in the mirror, slack jawed and dumbstruck was a shortly built fox. I don't even own the voice I ejaculated; it was shrilly and annoyingly high pitched compared to the baritone I owned. My supposedly striped reddish-orange fur was now dust brown and my usually erect kitty cock that jutted at ten and a half inches now stood proudly at seven inches, with a huge knot the size of a grapefruit.
It was one thing to wake up in a stranger's bed after a night of heavy partying, but to wake up in a strange place completely hangover-free and in a different body? That's a whole lot freaky that I can't even say in words.
"Shiiiiiiiiit..." I hissed, touching my body, my alien dick included, to get better acquainted with it. It throbbed painfully with a simple contact and spurted a generous amount of pre cum on the carpeted floors. "Aaaah, damn, this body is sensitive... Mnnnngh... this knot especially..."
Hmmm...
I wonder...
My thoughts conjured an image of Viktor tied up, gagged, and spread-eagled on the leather couch at his apartment: a tall, chiseled, well built tiger with the likeness of Adonis squirming and whining like a bitch in heat. I imagined eyes shrieking a deadly desire of lust and need while his body trembled from the faintest of touch. I imagined his prick bobbing to and fro as I caressed his thighs, his buttocks, his chest.
Heh,
I remember freaking out when Viktor junior, his thick eleven-inch behemoth, first took my cherry. Heavens, it felt like I was being split in half by a spiked rod attached to a rumbling sex god. Let me tell you, he and I rutted like true felines, trying out several positions until we climaxed for the eight, ninth time for the night and went at it again until both of us fell asleep in each others arms, spent, happy, and both our asses filled with sticky cat cream.
I smirked as I pumped my canine cock eagerly, feeling every vein and every contour of this foreign appendage. It feels weird and counterproductive to have a knot if you're jerking yourself because it gets in the way of your strokes. Then again, I bet it feels great when you're breeding something you want to loosen up, by a lot.
"Nnnnrrrrrgh...so close!" I huffed as I sped up my pumping hand to increase my pace. In my head I bred Viktor like my life depended on it, with my new body and my new cock. In and out, in and out, my growing knot passing his sphincter with every thrust. That sexy cat writhed as each new bump spread his striped ass wider while he mewled through the makeshift gag on his mouth. I grunted and pushed harder, my engorged shaft making it extremely difficult to drive inside completely in this final leg of our intense lovemaking. But I persevered and pushed, grabbing my hip for support until I was balls deep in him.
Oh fuuuuuuck, Viktor, you're so tight..."
"Fantasizing about a new plaything, Foxmoore?" came a new voice behind me.
Uh-oh. Busted.
I swear, if there was a world record on the fastest time to get from full mast to flaccid, I'd have broken it already.