The Margaran Ark
Anthro Tiger/Lioness TF, M2F TG, Het Sex, Fluids, Breeding
Anonymous RP Log (Player 1 (me) and Player 2)
If you like what you see, please read my ad at the end.
Player 1: (backstory)
Margaran beings are hyper-intelligent, well meaning though naive "collectors" of rare and endangered species across the galaxy. Their great, amoebic vessels drift endlessly across space to observe, save those that need it and give them a happy life in their zoo. Throughout their aeons of travel, they've catalogued almost an infinite variety of unique life...and yet are endlessly delighted with almost childlike wonder at the new specimens they find and collect. Most thrive under their care with their careful advanced technology...a living ark in space.
The Margara had sensed signs of terran intelligence for several timespans now that the streams of Earth's first scratchy radio broadcasts were reaching into the Vega constellation where a cluster of amorphous, globular scout vessels trolled the astral waters - waiting. The buzzing electromagnetic spectrum came alive to faint broadcasts of Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy, Fibber McGee and Molly and Jack Benny...but what intrigued the scouts most was a strange 1921 play-by-play broadcast of a terran college football game between the Nittany Tigers of Washington and the Lions of Morgan University. They'd never heard of such strange, fantastical feline beings and their odd custom of tossing a dead pig-carcass from male animal to male animal in order to score a ‘touchdown’. They suspected it was a primitive, tribal contest to exert socio-sexual dominance over the other species. The years whizzed by as they pieced together bits of a 1940's action adventure serial- sponsored by Lion Chocolate bars:
"Look out, Jungle Jim!", a male terran voice threatened "That cat looks dangerous!" A female scream and strange organ-like music added to the tension of the radio scene. "Shoot the tiger, Jim!", the frightened female voice pleaded...yet no shot was fired. 'There, there Anna Lee....This poor tiger belongs in a zoo...they're not many of them left. Let them live in peace with the other jungle animals.', Jungle Jim's voice said confidently as the music changed into a more peaceful, romantic tone. 'Now lets retire to my tent....' "Oh, Jim...." , the female voice cooed. “Next week, tune in for more adventures of Jungle Jim and save the wrappers from your Lion bars to decode the secret message. Lion bars…they’ll bring out the animal in you!” There were other hazy crackles on the spectrum...stories of world wars, fire falling from the sky, holocausts and self-destruction. The Margaran knew it was time. ~/~Commence deployment of taggers and prepare for capture~/~
Player 2: (present-day)
It was just another average day for me; sitting around in my dorm room, typing away at my computer. When classes were unexpectedly cancelled (this week's reason being a fire in the economics building), most students eagerly took to the bars or clubs, drinking, partying, and (often) fornicating their nights away. Even my roommate was quick to go use this as an opportunity to see that perky brunette from his physics class. But not me, no. I wasn't much of a social butterfly, preferring to stay in and enjoy the alone time. Not to mention I didn't have much luck when it came to relationships. That didn't bother me too much, though, gave me a lot less to worry about. I suppose I could consider myself asexual; sure, boys and girls were certainly attractive (in an aesthetically pleasing kind of way), but I just never found myself feeling the need to "get lucky." The fact that most of my friends were "the goths"or the "D&D crowd" probably didn't help much either. No matter, I only had a year and and a half until graduation.
I sat at my computer, playing a rather dis-interesting match of Battlefield 4, the rambunctious, witty sound of The Damned playing through my headset. I thought it was a nice, low key way to spend my morning, plus I didn't have to deal with my roommate and his snide remarks for once. I reached over and took a sip of my lukewarm coffee, the bitter taste rudely assaulting my tongue. Shit, I forgot the cream. Standing up from my desk, I felt a small rumbling in my tummy. Knowing this could mean only one thing, I sauntered over to the refrigerator, hoping to find something to fill me up. It was not to be. Opening the fridge, I noticed a stark absence of any real food. Despite being a science major, my roommate was too damn forgetful. With a loud groan, I slammed the door shut, walking back to my desk. Grabbing my keys, phone, and wallet, I stuffed them into the pocket of my pants. On my way to the door I rescued my hoodie from my roommate's laundry basket, quickly slipping it over myself as I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.
Leaving the building, I thought about heading down to the local food court to find my lunch. They had this pretty nice Chinese place I often ate at... not to mention it was pretty cheap. As I walked past the other dorm buildings towards the main drag, I noticed an odd lack of any students milling about. Weird, and we didn't even have any classes today. Shrugging my thoughts aside, I turned down to head down my favored shortcut; the alley between the main building and the first dorms, where my goth friends would often share a smoke. Passing by the dirty green dumpsters, I was just about to exit the alley when I heard a loud, electric sound coming from behind me. Spinning around, I noticed a faint glow off to my side, coming from behind the dumpster. Concerned, yet very curious, I slowly made my way towards it, intent on discovering what the source was.
A loud zap startled me as I let out a frightened squeak, followed by a shock and a stinging sensation on my right arm. Bringing it up, I noticed a small blue cylinder sticking out of my arm, that seemed to be glowing. Rather than gasp in pain or surprise, my first instinct was to sigh in frustration as it had torn a hole through my sleeve. I really liked this hoodie! But before I had the chance to confront the culprit, an intense feeling of lightheaded-ness washed over me, as I had trouble standing up. A second or two later, I dropped to the ground, losing all consciousness.
P1:
"Baby I'm preyin' on you tonight...hunt you down eat you alive...just like animals...animals...like animals...mals." I sang out loud to the Maroon 5 track, my headphones blocking out the sound of startled bicyclists and foot traffic on the paved, urban path. The weather was unexpectedly warm for the middle of winter - time enough for one quick bike ride. The wide pedestrian road was filled with cute females in yoga pants. Normally, that lovely sight made me smile. All I could think about was my ex-girlfriend. She was curvy, fit but frigid. I shouldn't have slept with her best friend but I couldn't help myself. I pushed the thought out of my head and continued on my loud sing-a-long - eventually stopping at a small way station to drink from my water bottle. I didn’t want to stop riding yet. The thought of home made me a little sad and lonely- since she wouldn't be there. After all the yelling and the curses, she had left two days ago- taking her things and our cat “Bonkers”. As I turned the bike back towards home I came to the slow realization that the path was completely empty. The grove of trees over my head blocked out the fading afternoon sun for a good half mile as I pedaled onward. All of the exercise nuts couldn't have just left the trail…unless they were all part of some weird flash mob? I got the buzzing sensation that I wasn't completely alone. An acrid electrical smell wafted through my nostrils as if a power transformer had blown nearby, yet there was no sound....not even the sound of the wild animals that frequented the path. The flight or fight instinct kicked in as I stood up on the pedals, preparing to increase in speed when I felt a strange sting on my lean, muscular buttock. "Ow...stupid wasp....', I wondered why wasps were out so early? Weren't they in hi...ber....na shun? The path rose up to meet my face as I stumbled off the bike and onto the pavement, my body sprawled in a heap. Weird dreams filled my unconscious mind...last nights National Geographic special on wild cats played through my head as if someone was examining a long spool of undeveloped film, looking for something. Then the DVD of the Lion King is shuttled through my subconsious. Wasn't that on TV when I was at my ex's-girlfriend's friend that night? The cats are mating now in my dream...yet they appear semi human. My shaft hardened needlessly in response, leaving a wet spot in my riding shorts. My skin felt like pins and needles as a temporal rift opened around my drooling, sleeping form - yanking it from the terran plane of existance, leaving only my bike and clothing as the only evidence I was ever there.
P2:
Visions of wild felines played in my head, lions and tigers chasing their prey, roaring together. A scene of two cats mating, although very human in appearance, ran through my mind, captivating my attention. It was arousing, and I wanted to get closer to them, to enjoy the experience... unfortunately, I would not get the chance, as I slowly began to wake from my period of unconsciousness. It was cold, wherever I was, and I felt oddly naked. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that I was somewhere dark. Despite my blurred vision, I could tell it was a small enclosure. Bringing my arm up to my face, I saw the glowing dart imbedded just below the inside of my elbow, a small tag hanging from it. "...the hell?," I said to nobody in particular. Taking the opportunity to stand up, I noticed I was completely nude. Normally I would've been more concerned, but this came as no surprise, really. What came as more of a worry to me was the fact I was sporting a dripping erection. Embarrassed, I put my hands over it, my face heating up. It didn't seem like anyone was around to notice, but I could not help myself. It had a been quite some time since I last got an erection this bad. I just wanted to wrap my hand around my needy shaft and work it- a whirring sound broke me from my lustful thoughts. Looking up, I noticed a rectangular opening had appeared on the wall, emanating a bright light that that bathed over me. ~/~Go, subject~/~ A warm, yet commanding voice filled my ears. Rather than question the order it had given me, I shakily moved towards the new door, intent on discovering who it was that brought me to this strange place. As my eyes adjusted to the new light, I noticed what seemed to be figures of some sort waiting beyond. Bringing one hand to hastily cover my erection, I reached out to touch the wall in order to steady myself; I was still a bit groggy from whatever sedative had been used on me. As I approached the new room, I heard a voice that sounded much like... another person?
P1:
My 40 year old body groaned and complained as I lay in a fetal position on the cold metal floor...a dull ache throbbed in my head and where the tag had penetrated into my rump. Visions of chasing prey, smelling a female in heat...being inside her dotted the edge of my mind as my erection throbbed at attention. 'Ooof...you woke up before me again, hm?' I said to my prick, rubbing the flesh indulgently a moment as my head cleared. As I sat up, the reality of my situation began to set in. I was naked and sitting in a small metal room...the floor felt cold against my asscheeks. I stood slowly, trying to regain my senses. The low thrum of something subsonic was the only noise save for the light hissing of pressurized, warm air coming from an overhead vent. Luminescent blue strips ran in parallel lines along each wall, giving the small room an eerie but sort of soothing glow. "He...Hello?" My voice had a metallic ring to it as it bounced off the walls. My initial naked embarassment soon faded away as I realized I was completely alone. I began to pace slowly as my shaft jiggled between my thighs. "Where am I?" I mused to myself. My thoughts were interrupted by a hissing-click from the far wall - which revealed a hidden hatch panel. Instinctively, I covered my curved erection as you walked in tentatively, trying to be brave. I noticed that your naked, younger body was cute and lithe. A faint blush appeared in your cheeks as you caught me looking at your cupped malehood. "Justin", I said, offering my free hand and noticing the tag on your elbow "Looks like you got tagged too" "Hey, uh...I'm...Casey", shy and a bit disoriented as you shook my hand in friendship. "Yeah I got tagged" you said sheepishly "But by what?" I rolled my shoulders, "From the looks of this cell, I don't think its a government job and I don't think we're where anyone can find us...but I don't think we're in trouble or anything." "Its definitely not government...I saw one of ... ", your mind tried to grasp what you witnessed in the corridor "...one of them". "What do you remember?", I ask, using my free hand to pat a place on the floor for you to sit. The next few minutes we shared our stories, the nervous awkwardness slowly ebbing away as we sat near each other. "It's weird though...we're two different guys...not even from the same town. Maybe they....it....what ever it is...wants us together?" You nodded your head "I think so...we're here, right?" You started to say something then hesitated "Did you have a weird dream when you got here?" My eyes went wide 'Yeah! Kept thinking about cats and..uh...", I said, gesturing down to my curved spike, feeling more comfortable as I let you look. My shaft was unremarkable in most ways, but more than ample and curved with a cut helmeted head. You giggle knowingly 'Me too' , blushing again as you gaze, the strange feelings of kinship starting to develop as your own hand fell away from your own nakedness.
P2:
Removing my hand from my groin, I bashfully give you a view of my own erect maleness; my own member was rather average looking, aside from it's generous length, rather unfitting for a virgin like myself. A small drop of pre dribbles to the floor, my already red cheeks darkening as I look away. This elicits a small chuckle from you, as you reach out to touch my shoulder. "Relax, bud. We're both here in the same boat, and if it's of any comfort to you, you're fairly easy on the eyes." Your words, along with your gentle touch, send a warm feeling throughout my body, my face unbearably hot. "Th-thanks... you're not so bad yourself...", comes my sheepish reply, as I bring my eyes to meet yours. I couldn't help but notice just how calming you were. Your overall masculinity gave off a protective vibe, and I started feeling a lot less worried; I felt safe sitting here with you. I stared at you for a few seconds, before the sound of a hatch open caught our attention. One of the shimmering figures entered the cell, and waited by the new opening. ~/~ Come, Terran ones. It is time. ~/~ The creature spoke with a warm, yet authoritative tone. We share a concerned look, but nod to each other. You quickly bring yourself to your feet, rubbing at the sore spot on your rear end. Extending your arm, our hands grasp as you help me up. Inadvertently, our shafts briefly brush against one another, eliciting a small squeak from me as the sensation only seems to increase how sensitive my erection is. With a warm smile, you simply brush your hand through my hair. "Uhm... excuse me? What exactly do you mean by that....?" I ask the figure as I look up at it, with a worried look on my face. ~/~ I can assure you two that there is no danger for you. ~/~ The figure seemed to look down at me as it gave its response, the words being spoken in a gentle tone. As it turned towards the hatch, one if its shimmering tendrils seemed to give off a "come" gesture, as it floated through towards the next room. "Somehow, I find that believable," comes your reply, looking at me. Seeing the slight fear on my face, you angle your arm towards me, with a comforting smile. "Don't worry, we'll make it through this." I was rather quick to grab your arm, blushing profusely as I looked up at your face. The two of us then slowly made our way after the figure, exiting the cell and walking towards the bright light of the next room.
P1:
~/~Specimen emophysical compatibility in the 90% percentile, advise transmutation to pattern database ~/~, the hivemind communicated to the being as it leads us into the adjoining room. There are several pods built into the far wall - many of their clear eight feet high doors closed and unlit, conserving power, perhaps. Two are next to each other, a few feet apart...open and inviting as lumenous blue light and a soft, soothing hum beckons us to enter each one. ~/~ Enter, Terrans. once the doors are closed, the process can begin~/~ "Process?" I say with more curiosity than fear. I can feel you near me, feeling my protective aura. ~/~We have found your species and have come to save you from your own destructions. We have tagged many but few fit a high percentile to begin the process...~/~ the being says warmly and with a faint detection of pride A fuzzy sensation creeps through your mind...the images from the dream...it all seems so real and yet. We both shudder slightly, having shared the same feeling as our shafts throb and leak onto the floor in response. "What...what is the process?" you say, your voice anxious as you press instinctively against me. ~/~The process shall change you into your desired forms...your old life shall be lost but what new life you shall create shall be many...~/~ We walk together closely...feeling you lean your head instinctively on my shoulder..our roles becoming simple. I feel more "in charge" and alpha as my hand intertwines with yours, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. "You'll be safe, you'll see.", I say to you comfortingly I walk forward confidently into the first open pod and stand at attention, facing you as the doors slowly close. ~/~ Your companion will not be harmed ~/~, the voice gently soothes The doors of my pod click shut the light becoming green and alive with its new occupant as a whirring servo begins to increase in pitch. I can feel the hairs on my skin standing on end...the pores tight as a tingle begins to flow down my nervous system - making my body jolt suddenly...my shaft waggling slightly at attention. Even my legs and back feel as if they are touching a live electrical wire. Warm pleasure begins to surge through me as I smile to you in bliss... "Enter your pod my companion....join me...let us explore together..." comes a wordless voice...my soothing words tickling your mind...
P2:
Hearing your calming voice, I steady my nerves and straighten myself out. Whether due to a sense of bravery, or new instincts, I slowly walk towards the the pod set aside for me. With a loud exhale, I walk in and turn around to face the rest of the room. With a click, the doors of my pod slowly shut, the sound of servos and motors running as it begins to activate, a light green glow bathing over myself. A warm tingle runs through my entire body, sending a small shock down my spine; I gasp in pleasure, my erect member wiggling and dripping all over the floor of the pod. I smile, feeling absolute comfort and pleasure as the feeling runs through me, a half-lidded expression present on my face. With both of us standing comfortably in our pods, the worker turned to the hive mind, gesturing with one of it's tendrils. Moving to a console off to the side of the pods, it begins to type away at a holographic keyboard, turning a few small knobs. In response, our pods begin to whirr, components activating and moving about. ~/~ Everything is in place. Begin the process. ~/~ The hivemind's words echoed throughout the room. The worker seemed to nod as it turned a switch on the console. The sounds of the whirring servos ceased as a low hum sounded from our pods; inside each, a small arm came forth and gently pulled the 'tags' from our bodies. You jolted slightly as you felt it release from your rump. In their places, the arm produced a small needle, glowing with the same color as the tags, and poked us where our tags had been. We moaned in unison as they injected a warm, thick liquid into our bodies. A feeling of intense adrenaline rushes through your body as you tense up, your veins beginning to bulge. You grit your teeth as they start to grow, sharpening as they they fill out your mouth. The muscles in your arms seem to start increasing in size, your already athletic frame filling out even more as you bulk up. The hairs on your legs thicken, color changing to a bright orange. Your fingers thicken as your palms grow in size, a light dusting of the orange hair carpeting the back of your hands. As this occurs, your mind is alive with visions of female jungle cats in heat, allowing alpha males to assert their sexual dominance. Your imagination runs wild as you feel a kinship with these males, your shaft dripping a constant stream all over the front of the pod. Off to your side, a sensation of absolute heat coarses through every fiber of my body, eliciting a high-pitched moan as my tongue hangs out of my mouth, seeming to flatten and grow a tad longer. My smaller frame begins to fill out more, as my chest grows hot. The slight layer of pudge on my tummy flattens, as my hips curve out, evening out with my thighs. The muscles on my chest begin to shift, allowing for my pectorals to expand and balloon out, my nipples growing in diameter. In tandem with my changes, images of lions and tigers mounting their females run through my mind, the growing need to show submission welling up within me. My malehood spurts my pre in a messy flow, as it aches in response to these changes and thoughts.
P1:
Instinctively, my growing hand moves to my leaking shaft...stroking it gently. Fingers rub over a strange, pinching sensation over the tip of my phallus. A low rumble thrums from my larger, brawnier chest as I look down at my stiffened flesh. My pride feels fuller and more virile as I stroke it, but the tugging feeling intrigues me. The helmeted, cut head of my prick begins to stretch slightly with each glide of my padded palms over it...tapering and becoming more conical as any feline penis would, my mind reasons, logically. "I'm...I'm becoming a tigerrr...." I growl with pleasure...my voice deeper and more powerful as a warm dollop of preseed spits from the now rounded tip of my engorged flesh, hanging a bit before snapping and falling onto the pod floor in a growing puddle. I catch the orange fur that's growing from my hands...small dark bands of stripe patterns begin snaking their way up my arm, blending with the orange. I can feel my head changing...my free hand rubbing over my hair as it falls out in clumps. Follicles of orange and black fur begin to push out of the top of my expanding skull. My elongating tongue traces over the sharpened fangs in my growing mouth. I rub a finger over my growing whiskers as they twitch and swivel for the first time...white, creamy fur covering over my chin cheeks....lips darkening slightly as a muzzle continues to push out. With a few pops and snaps, I breath in deeply, my nasal caverns wider, filling with the scent of my own manhood, strong and virile. I smell you as well...aroused male with a hint of something else. My human nose flattens into twin feline nostrils, scenting a female nearby. Turning my head towards the direction of the delicious scent, I see your changing, unashamed body in the pod next to mine. Your hair has fallen out - replaced with tawny fuzz that moves quickly over your enlarging head. Your eyes become larger, becoming a darkened green like the emerald light inside of our pods..the pupils dilated with wave after wave of pleasure. Your jaws push out, lips peeling back as large sharpened knives push from your canines and incisors. Lighter fur moves down your chin as your pink feline nosepad pushes out, scenting the air and my virile musk as well as your own. The sensitive, growing nipples on your chest begin to darken in contrast to the silky, feminine pelt that drizzles down your chest. Bringing a hand up to the strange growth, you can feel the soft, pliable mass of your pectorals pushing out, becoming fatty and round into perfect twin b-cups of titflesh. Accidentally, your index finger and thumb pinch the sensitive, puffy nipple, giving your body an unexpected shock of pleasure, making your thighs bunch instinctively around your melting shaft. "I'm growing breasts!", you say with dazed pleasure, your free hand drifting to your shrinking malehood. Your padded fingers begin to caress the tool...a thin weeping ooze of slime coming from the blunt, knobby tip. Strangely, there's no sense of loss from the retreating sex organ, only a sense of completeness as you await the changes to come. A tug on your balls signals that your journey is far from over...the pink scrotum dimpling inwards on itself...testes retreating within as fallopian tubes begin to form and shift inside your sexual core. You can feel new muscles along your abdomen as the tawny fur moves down them, ending in a darker triangle of pubic fuzz as your labial folds split open, becoming feminine petals - framed by your throbbing, needy clit. Your eyes meet my lusty, pleasured gaze as the changes continue...our tongues lolling from our snouts...
P2:
My new sex leaks copious amounts of fluids all over the floor of the pod as I rub at it, my mind on fire with the utmost sense of pleasure; as I finger my new clit, the two of us stare at each other and our changing bodies. I eye your muscular chest and broadening shoulders, drooling at the sight of your new, arousing features. The sight of my new feminine sex drives your changing shaft mad, as you begin to pump furiously, feeling the need to mount me, to break in my new femininity. Your toned rump widens out, the muscles increasing in size, and flaring out, giving you a rear end fit for a male model. The striped fur grows up the back of your legs and over your new, firm buttocks, a tingling, tickling sensation only furthering the intense pleasure and joy you're experiencing. Below your shifting rear end, your thighs tense up as the smallest hint of flab was filled out by more muscle mass, the legs bulking up around your groin and drooling cock, virile liquids dripping all over the coat of fur covering your entire body. I'm lost in the pleasure of playing with my new clit, eagerly rubbing at the dripping organ between my shifting legs. With my new nose, I can smell the scent of a (very) horny male, and my head is immediately invaded by thoughts of letting you dominate me, submitting to the alpha male you're becoming. A pleasured growl escapes my mouth as I can't help but lose myself in these fantasies, the overall sensations of my change sending my previously absent sex-drive into working overtime. Along the upper part of my stomach, six small nubs begin to appear, sensitive to the coat of fur surrounding them. Slowly taking on the form of nipples, they rest in a even column under my jiggling breasts. Seemingly in unison, our human ears begin to round out and increase in size, moving upwards towards the top of our heads. With yours taking on the color of black fuzz, mine matching the light color of my fur, our shifting ears twitch as they begin to start picking up a whole new spectrum of sound; the humming of the pods and their machinery, the beeping of the consoles and panels outside......and most importantly, the growls and moans of one another. Our minds pick up on these sounds, and along with the potent scent of our dripping sexes, our minds begin to shift. We cease to think of each other as friends, but now as mates, rather; you being the one to protect, with me being the one to please.
P1:
I watch with interest and pride as your legs coat with the tawny fur of a proper lioness. Your thighs toning and gaining definition as a whiter shade of fur frames up to the junction of your leg until it reaches your needful sex. The labial folds darken and thicken as you shamelessly begin to frig yourself. It feels right and incredible for you to serve as the tigers mate With a delicious shudder you feel the muscles inside of your birth canal begin to deepen, making you flex a series of internal walls you never had before. Warm sexual lubricant begins to glish out of your splayed folds as you play with your new, flowering petals and clit. You never take your eyes off of me, imagining my flesh deep within you...claiming you as mine. With hissing click, the pod doors open - first on your container as you walk, woozily towards me...your fingers still touching your sensitive slit as your legs and feet crack, pop and surge - supporting your felinoid body. In a needful mewl, you press your furred breasts against the clear pane of my pod container, making your tits moosh sexily, nipples dragging back and forth suggestively. I grunt and growl at the pane, my pawhand touching where you make contact as thick streams of preseed glom over my fist as I lewdly masturbate before my mate, anxious to spear deeply inside her. After an amused silence, the beings finally release the locks on my own pod as I nearly lunge out - catlike reflexes bounding against you with grace and agility. Instinctively, I lap and lick your head - cheekmarking you as mine. You press against me as we both rub our hands over each other's changed feline bodies. A hand moves to cup your furred, yearning breast, giving the nipple a light touch "You look beautiful, my kitten....", I say with pride.
P2:
My hands run across your fuzzy cheeks. "Only for you, my king," I purr, running my hands across your firm chest, my fingers brushing through your bright fur. I bring my face to your chin, sensually licking your muzzle. A growl of approval escapes your lips as you squeeze my breast, nuzzling my face as I let out a pleasured squeak. Seeing this as an opportunity, you move your head down to my chest, burying your muzzle between my chest cavity, lapping eagerly; mewling and purring in pleasure, I bring my hand to your member and ran my fingers up and down, as a form of payback. This only serves to excite you further, your tongue working wonders on my chest. The hivemind seems to let out a sound similar to a chuckle, taking note of how eager we seem to be. After 'enjoying' our show for a few minutes, it finally speaks in a somewhat sultry tone. ~/~ I am certainly glad to see how well you're taking this. Now, I insist, do what comes natural... ~/~ Sharing a glance, we look up at the being and nod. Turning back towards each other, we continue enjoying our forms, yet our gazes move closer to our groins; I eye your dripping, erect malehood, wishing you would just rut me like the animal you are. The thought only seems to make my throbbing clit more wet, the drooling organ all too appealing for you to ignore. Grasping your member, I kneel down and run my tongue over the pointed organ, the taste of your pre driving me mad. The feeling of my hot breath on your sensitive shaft proves to be almost too much for you, growling as you place your hands atop my head, brushing my ears as you push down. With this, my head is forced further down onto your impressive shaft, about ready to invade my throat. I work my tongue in overtime as I enjoy the heavenly feeling of your member stuffing my mouth. With a few minutes of fellatio, you pull back, your member dripping with liquid; my saliva and your pre, all over the floor in a sizable puddle. Glancing up, and with a disappointed look in my eyes, I let out a needful mew, my hands shooting to my dripping sex. With a chuckle-like growl, you pull me up to my feet, close to you, your member brushing the spot just about my new pussy. Purring, I move my hand out of the way, giving you a clear shot of your target; my throbbing, drooling clit. Grabbing my arms, you push me over to the console, making sure I lean back against it. The worker being stationed there seems to make a startled noise, rushing out of our way over to join the hivemind. "...are you ready, my kitten...?" You ask me, your grin bearing your sharp teeth. I can only open my legs in response, my twinkling emerald eyes meeting your own, purring madly. With a savage thrust, your member spears right into my open sex; I yowl in absolute enjoyment, experiencing the greatest pleasure I've ever felt.
P1:
My tapered crown squelches noisily as I begin to invade your virginal core...your lips splayed lewdly as you strain to try to take in the virile tip. Your inner walls almost convulse...wanting that feeling of pressure and fullness so badly now....hot lubricant practically gushing out of your tight, new slit and onto my fat battering ram as I struggle to mount you firmly. Pulling on your ankles as leverage, I raise your lower legs up over my shoulders...the console moving to the proper ergonomic height so that my pelvis is in line with yours. As you remain laying atop the console, your tits flop nicely as I re-thrust into your quim..hitting the sweet spot as your vaginal muscles stretch around the breeding stick. You feel a light sting at first but it quckly melts into sudden floods of pleasure and phermones. Your fingers close around the edge of the rounded edges of the console, your body raising upwards slightly as you rock and piston - desperate to feel your king deep into your maternal core. "Yes, my king...breed your kitten...I serve your flesh....", you growl hiss in animal heat..all sets of nipples tight and hard against your tawny chest...your toned belly heaving up and down as we get into a nice fucking rhythm. As my shaft delves slowly deeper, my pelvis flexes in counter thrust to your hips - lewd shlurps beginning to pour out of your needful tunnel as we grind together in synchronized thrusts. As I piston smoothly into your stretching sex, my striped, feline head drags a long, slow trail of warm, marking juices from my daubing tongue. I lick and rasp from the squirming underside of your whitefurred chin, down over your feminine collarbones, between your valley of cub-worthy tits, only stopping to give a smaller, animal nipple a light nip. A low, thrumming purr escapes both of our chests as we truly become one. The hivemind and beings gather from a safe, benevolent, watching your toe claws flex and retract with each delicious thrust of my cubmaker...little trilling mewls of pleasure pouring from your open snout, fingerclaws scratching harmlessly into the console as we rut. Juices begin to puddle over the console glass, smearing down into messy glops down the side. ~/~ Remind the cleaning crew to hose this area down ~/~ the hivemind says with a lewd grin to the operator.
P2:
~/~ ...yes, liege... ~/~ comes the operator's reluctant reply, gazing at the messy console he normally worked at. The two felinoids having intercourse on it slightly bothered him, but he knew it was necessary towards the successful completion of their mission. The hivemind looked down with a reassuring grin. Mewling in ectasy, I'm losing myself in the feeling of being penetrated for the first time; not just as a female, but as a whole. I'm all too eager for my king to take my virginity, your shaft ramming the inside of my sex, my tight walls massaging your rod. My breasts bounce up and down in sync with your violent thrusts, growling as you grit your teeth, pleased by your staking me as your claim, quite literally. "...tell me, my kitten..." you growl, your groin moving back and forth in a steady motion. "...who is your king?" "Y-yooou arree..." comes my strained reply, my tongue lolling out of my mouth, as I purr madly. My claws dig into the metal of the console, scraping the metal surface as I clench my fingers. A warm feeling fills the inside of my clit, as a rush of warm pleasure moves its way up to my head. With a moan, I know it won't be long until I finish. "M-my king... I-" I mewl, my thighs quivering, my breasts feeling heavy. Sensing what's about to happen, your thrusts pick up speed, ravaging my insides with your leaking shaft. Your conical tip brushing against the walls proves to be the final key; with a loud yowl, the floodgates open, my pussy expelling liquids from around your shaft, a large pool gathering on the floor, dripping down the sides of the console. My mind on fire as I experience my first female orgasm, my nipples secreting small drops of milk, moistening my tan fur. Absolutely satisfied with your work, you can feel a similar feeling building up in your furred balls. With a growl, you steady yourself, the speed and strength of your thrusts increasing. The way my liquids drip down your shaft sends you over the edge, and with a loud roar, the tip of your shaft erupts in a steady jet of your seed, coating my insides. With a strained yowl, I revel in the pleasure of feeling your warm liquid inside of me. Exhausted and spent, you pull your shaft out of me, a mixture of our sticky cum drooling from my open clit, adding to the large pool below our feet and dripping down the console. You let go of my legs, gently setting them on the ground, as you collapse onto my chest, the two of us purring madly as we lap and lick at each other's muzzles. Feeling safe in your arms, I can only think of the beautiful cubs we will have together.
P1:
The operator leads our feline bodies down another corridor. Our bodies ooze a thin slime trail of our juices down the hallway until another door opens. The light hurts our sensitive eyes for a moment, our pawhands shielding our faces. ~/~Welcome to your new home ~/~, the operator says proudly. The room isn't a room at all, rather a large green, leafy habitat. As we explore, you put your pawhand in mine. A large, grassy savannah unfolds before us for several acres, dotted with large trees to climb and perch. Traveling further, we marvel as we find a rocky enclave in the distance, a cool waterfall pouring off the edges into an azure pool below. We know this is our home and couldn't be happier. My hand rubs over your lean belly, knowing it won't be lean for long now that the first egg has been fertilized. Inside the enclave are warm, temperature regulated sleep and recreation facilities with room for a growing family. Heading back outside, we flop on our backs on the cool grass as an artificial sun warms our naked, unashamed bodies. A small butterfly-like creature flits by as I hold my finger out, letting it perch cutely. "Welcome home, my mate.", I rumble...Giving your feline lips a warm kiss, we begin this new chapter of our life together. Reaching out to idly rub against my lower belly, you purr 'Welcome home, my mate' as another round of lust begins to well up in our bodies. The Margarans smile to themselves - satisfied with another successful capture and rescue...yet there are so many other species that need their help. Who will be next?
-End?- Reference picture by Negger (not my commission): http://ift.tt/1CT8Ky6
Like what you read?
Have a animal TF fetish that you want to role play?
Want to be the next species on the Margaran ark? Leave me a note!
Submitted March 24, 2015 at 07:59AM by silkroadbrian http://ift.tt/1Fxonfc TransformationRP
No comments:
Post a Comment