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It had been a long time since I had last flown, and I had forgotten how much it sucked. The flying itself is ok, but airports are in some special circle of Hell all their own. Then, of course, there was the worst part...
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I don’t know what was worse, the sound of Lorraine chewing her gum or the sight of her doing it with her mouth open. From the very moment we had gotten into the car, she seemed to make it her mission to annoy me. The whole car ride, we had argued over which radio station to set it to, and whatever was playing, she’d talk over it, battering me with stupid questions or going on and on about crap that I didn’t care about. No, I don’t watch anime, stop asking! After seeing how she normally handled Steve, it made me want to get a handful of saltines and force them into her mouth, preferably with enough strength to chip her teeth. Now we were standing in line to check our luggage, and less than two feet away was Lorraine, chewing like a camel.
“Can you please, PLEASE, close your mouth?” I asked, now able to feel my heart beating in my temples.
“I don’t like to chew gum with my mouth closed.”
I took a trembling breath, trying to hold my temper in check. “Could you do it for me? Please?”
“But then I wouldn’t get to see you pop a blood vessel.”
She’s right, I’m about to have a fucking aneurysm. I’m going to strangle this bitch, and by the time security guards pull me off, we’ll both be dead, me with blood coming out of my mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
“Spit out the gum or I’ll tell the TSA that you’re smuggling drugs.”
“Jokes on you, getting a cavity search is one of the kinks in my three favorite fanfictions.”
“How the hell did Elise ever put up with you?”
“She didn’t, remember? That’s one of the reasons why she kicked me out.”
“She should have put a plastic bag over your head and finished the job.”
“I tried that once during sex. Great orgasms but it ruined the money shot.”
“Oh, dear God...”
“Yes, all glory to the Deer God!”
Elise, if you watch the news and happen to see that our flight got hijacked and crashed somewhere, just know it was me. You’ll understand why I did it.
Momo, Sonja, Chloe, and Leah sat on the couch in Elise’s living room, looking out the window behind it. They all had the same thought: ‘Lorraine’s car is going to come back up the driveway right ... now.’ Slithering by, Elise stopped and checked at them, overwhelmed by how pitiful they looked. She had just served everyone lunch, and while the girls ate gratefully, they had done so quickly so that they could rush back to the couch and keep a lookout. Maybe keeping them busy would cheer them up a bit.
“I think it’s time for you girls to see what you’re in for. Betty, could you give them a crash course?”
Betty got up from the dinner table and cricked her neck. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. All right, everyone, back to work.”
Elise watched as the eight hybrids strolled outside to the barn, chuckling at the ridiculous sight.
While it took a lot longer than I had expected, we were up in the air on our way to LaGuardia. Lorraine was sitting next to me, finally quiet. Since we were packed together with the other passengers, we weren’t able to talk about our pets and it seemed that she had run out of ways to annoy me. The plane had finally reached its cruising altitude and at last, I could relax. Ah, a window seat on an airplane with a cold drink and Time magazine. It’s blissful.
“So, what was it like having anal sex with my sister?”
I, along with several other people, choked on our drinks, as everyone within earshot turned their heads in utter disbelief that such a question would be asked out loud. I glared at Lorraine, who had a look of smug satisfaction upon finding a new way to embarrass me.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you even ask that?”
“Just tell me whose idea it was. Did you have to dominate her or did she ask for it? I heard you two from the guest room but I had no idea you were taking the dirt road.”
“I refuse to discuss this with you.”
“Did you give her a Dirty Sanchez?”
“I’m not answering.”
“Did she give you a Cleveland Steamer?”
“You’re going to get us arrested.”
“Knowing her, there probably wasn’t any lube. But she might have used something else, maybe ... moisturizer? It was all frothy afterwards, wasn’t it?”
“Jesus Christ, there are kids nearby that can hear you!”
“Oh, that would have been fun to watch. I bet she was really awkward at it, like a newborn horse standing up for the first time. Did you ever bend over those three lovely ladies like that?”
“No, I didn’t, and I really wish you’d shut up.”
Finally, the flight attendant came over. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to keep your voice down. Your conversation is disturbing the other passengers.”
Lorraine held up her empty cup. “Sorry, I tend to blather when I’m sober.”
The woman took the hint and gave her some mini bottles. The liquor pacified Lorraine for a bit, giving the passengers some time to try and forget the conversation ever happened. But after a while, she leaned over to me and spoke in a whisper.
“There is something I need to tell you. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Knock on the door four times.”
Oh Jesus, what was it now?
Lorraine got up from her seat and made her way down the aisle to the bathroom. It was vacant and she locked herself inside. Honestly, I really didn’t want to get up. I really didn’t want to hear what she had to say. I would have been perfectly content to just continue reading my magazine, but two minutes passed and I knew I had to go find out what was so urgent. I got up and made the same trip she had, reaching the bathroom. I made four soft knocks on the door and she pulled me in. We faced each other in the cramped airplane bathroom.
“What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Oh my God, you have got amazing pores. What kind of face soap do you use?”
“Get on with it!”
“Ok! Ok! What I need to tell you is of the utmost importance.” She took a deep breath. “I wanna fuck. Let’s join the mile-high club.”
In a flash, her pants and underwear were on the floor.
“I’m going back to my seat,” I growled. I tried to open the bathroom door but she stopped me.
“Come on! It’s been too long since I last got some dick! I haven’t had sex for almost six hours!”
“You have serious issues, you know that? You are messed up!”
“Not to mention horny and bored!” She sat up on the sink and wrapped her legs around me so that I could leave. “If you fuck me now, I promise I won’t say another word until we leave the airport!”
Now that was an offer I just couldn’t refuse. Plus, an orgasm would hopefully raise my spirits a bit and make me feel better.
“Damn it, fine!”
I then attacked her, one hand over her mouth and the other between her legs. I kept her muzzled, not wanting to hear her voice as I forced my fingers into her pussy. I worked my digits in her with violent force, not for the sake of pleasure, but simply to make sure that she was nice and wet. My aggression seemed to be to her liking, though, as even through my hand, I could hear her moans. Living in a house with four beautiful women, I had mastered the tactic of fingering, pumping my arm back and forth like the firing pin of a machine gun. My efforts sent droplets of her arousal splashing onto my arm.
Once I was sure she was ready to go, I unsheathed my sword. Unfortunately, it was a two-hand job, and as soon as my hand was off her mouth, she leaned forward and forced her tongue into my mouth. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, refusing to let me open up any space. Though my attempts were clumsy, I was able to whip out my dick. I was only at half-mast, as the smell of an airplane toilet and the plastic walls don’t exactly put one in the mood to make the beast with two backs.
I forced myself inside her, and initially, I was just pushing rope, but after a few thrusts, my body got its act together and my flopping worm turned into a rigid drill. I began slamming into her, using all the strength I had as if to punish her for how much she had annoyed me today. The bathroom around us was shaking from my thrusts, the locked door rattling. Lorraine never pulled her lips from mine, her tongue probing every corner of my mouth as if she was looking for something. I moved my hands down, grabbing her ass and lifting her off the sink before I pushed her against the wall. Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, daring me to go deeper and deeper.
She didn’t cum, but I did, and only after a couple minutes. It was rare for me to be that quick, but I just wanted this to be done and over with. I lowered her to the floor and she looked at me with eyes full of disappointment.
“That’s it? That’s the best you can do? I was expecting a lot more than that after the stories your girls told me. Congratulations, I really don’t feel like talking to you anymore.”
She tried to move past me to her clothes by I grabbed her. I spun her around and bent her over the sink, then forced her legs apart. “Damn it, I got enough ridicule from Betty and I’m not going to get it from you! To answer your question, here’s what it was like fucking your sister in the ass!”
I mounted Lorraine from behind, my manhood driving deep into her anus with a single, brutal shove. She cried out, unquestionably loud enough for plenty of passengers to hear, but I didn’t care. I rammed her as hard and fast as I could, ignoring the friction as I sodomized her, using my sperm as lubricant. Again and again, her brown ass clapped against my lap, almost looking like some kind of black and white cubist painting that you’d find in a hipster café.
“Now that’s more like it! Fuck my ass!” Lorraine laughed, pushing against the wall so her face wasn’t pressed to the mirror.
“Just shut up already!” I barked back as a forced my fingers into her mouth.
With the first shot fired, I was now able to last much longer, brutalizing Lorraine, much to her enjoyment. Every few minutes, she would moan from an orgasm and expect me to pull out, but I didn’t. Eventually, she was just leaning against the mirror with a dead look in her eyes, drained of strength. My hand was coated in saliva. At last, I had my second orgasm, filling up her anal cavity with semen. I pulled out of her, leaving her with a double creampie.
“Damn, none of the pillar men have had the courage to fuck me that hard,” she groaned.
I was too tired to answer. I just cleaned myself off with some toilet paper and left her there. When I came out of the bathroom, every single passenger, including the two flight attendants, was staring at me with wide eyes. I was a little proud of that. I ignored the looks and returned to my seat, and a couple minutes later, Lorraine stepped out of the bathroom with a very content look on her face.
Lorraine kept her word, not speaking or making any noise for the rest of the trip. We got off the plane and left the airport without annoyance or incident, but as soon as we stepped onto the sidewalk...
“I hope I get gills.”
“What?”
“You had anal sex with my sister and she gained a giant snake tail. Now you’ve had anal sex with me and I’m hoping that I’ll transform too. I’d love to have gills or even wings! Actually, what I’d really like is a nice kangaroo pouch that I could keep my stuff in. Maybe ass fucking is the key to all of this!”
“The silence was nice while it lasted.”
“Yeah, but that time is over now. It’s back to annoying you.”
Too cheap to call a cab and too lazy to just walk, we waited for the airport shuttle to arrive and rode it to the nearby Comfort Inn. Our bags in hand, we strode over to the reception desk.
“Hi, can we get two rooms for the next two nights?” I asked the woman sitting behind the desk.
“Actually, just make it one room,” said Lorraine. I shot her a dirty look. “What? I’m just going to end up spending all my time in your room. You should know by now that I need constant adult supervision. Besides, this is cheaper.”
I rubbed my forehead and turned back to the receptionist. “One room, make it a double.”
It was a busy afternoon for the girls, being instructed on how they would be taking care of the cows. They were used to doing chores around the house, but they had never dealt with the needs of other animals before. With the sun setting, Elise called everyone in for dinner. The dining room table was packed, with the girls on one side, the guys on the other, and Betty and Elise at the ends. Dinner for the night was pork chops and mashed potatoes. Elise offered the girls the chance to eat as they normally would, but they claimed they wanted to sit at the table with everyone.
Dinner was noisy and cheerful, several voices overlapping each other.
“So, girls, how do you like the farm life?” Elise asked.
“It’s hard,” Momo whined.
“I can’t believe you and Lorraine were able to do so much on your own!” said Sonja with her tail wagging.
“Yes,” said Steve, “it’s definitely hard, very hard. We get here every day and work and work and work, but we’re happy to do it because Mistress asks us. And we love Elise and we want to help because she’s been so good to us. But it’s very hard work and it’s exhausting and-”
“Steve, don’t talk with your mouth full,” said Elise.
“I just find it so weird being on the other end, to now be the farmer instead of the animal,” Betty lamented with a glass of wine in her hand. “To think I’m now taking care of the boys and girls I grew up with, not to mention the boys and girls I gave birth to.”
“It’s nice that you can tell us what they like and don’t like,” Chloe squeaked.
Betty leaned over and ruffled her hair. “Yep, and they definitely like you.”
“Elise, do you ever think you’ll be able to come outside?” Tobi asked.
Elise sighed. “I don’t know if I have it in me to move my body across that disgusting ground. My house is literally surrounded by cow shit. I think it’s just better that I take care of things in the house.”
“Please come outside!” Sonja pleaded. “I want to see how fast you can go! I want to run around and chase you!”
Elise chuckled. “Maybe someday.”
All attention was drawn to the kitchen as the phone began to ring. Begrudgingly (due to how she had to untangle herself from around her chair and the table legs), Elise got up to answer it.
“Hello? Oh good, you made it safe and sound! I was just wondering when-”
Elise was knocked to the ground by the four girls as they all clambered for the phone. “MASTER!” they all cried.
“Hey girls, how are you doing?” I asked from my hotel room.
“We miss you!” they said. For Leah, it was just a wordless whimper.
“I know, I miss you too. I definitely wish I was home right now, I miss feeling your soft heads and rubbing your ears. I also wish you were here with me. I’d love for you to see the city.”
Elise got up and snatched away the phone. “Is my sister there with you?”
“Heeeeeey! Guess who just emptied the minibar! Glad I’m not paying!”
This time it was the pillar men who ran over and clambered for the phone. They swarmed in like they were chasing a football, unintentionally knocking the girls over and piling onto Elise. “We miss you, Mistress!” they howled while shedding manly tears.
Completely buried under the girls and the pillar men, Elise struggled for freedom, feeling like she was going to suffocate. “Betty, a little help!”
Grunting in annoyance, Betty got up from the table and flipped the clamoring pile off Elise with one of her hooves. She helped her up and handed her the phone. She had to catch her breath before she could say anything.
“So, I’m assuming you’re in your hotel room and everything has gone fine?”
“For the most part,” I replied.
“Hey, Elise! Guess who just joined the mile-high club!”
Elise covered her hand with her face. “Oh dear God...”
“Yes, all glory to the Deer God!”
“Sorry, it was the only thing I could do to shut her up. Do you have any idea how much effort she’s put into being a pain in the ass?”
Elise shuddered as childhood memories filled her mind. “Yeah, I have an idea. I guess I should have warned you, but I thought you would be able to handle it.”
“She tried to have a detailed discussion about sodomy on the plane. One of the flight attendants had to bribe her with liquor so that she wouldn’t make the passengers throw up. I didn’t sign up for this.”
“Yeah, well, she’s your responsibility for the next few days. If she gets too annoying, just pinch her hips or the backs of her arms, that usually crushes her spirit.”
“I was thinking of something more like a silver stake through her heart. Can you put the girls back on the phone?”
It was early to bed for everyone, though after a day on a farm, that’s easy to adhere to. The pillar men were sleeping in Lorraine’s old room, while the girls were sharing the parents’ room with Betty. Leah was camped out in Elise’s bathtub, wrapped in wet towels. The house was filled with the sound of teeth being brushed, every sink occupied. With their mattress on the floor, the girls all stripped down and prepared for bed.
“Just to warn you, I snore,” said Betty, sitting on the guest bed.
“Master does too, sometimes,” Sonja replied.
Chloe gave a small sigh. “I miss Master.”
“Momo misses Master too.”
“He’ll be back before you know it. Goodnight, girls,” said Betty as she turned off the light.
“Goodnight.”
Elise groaned and turned off her alarm, waking up before there was even a single glimmer of light on the horizon. She was used to getting up well before dawn, though it had become much more of a hassle as of late. The reason? Even if she was awake, her tail remained asleep. Her upper body, her human body, was still warm-blooded, but her long snake tail had an entirely separate metabolism and needed to absorb heat to be usable, so unless she kept her tail warm, it would be limp and useless. It was ok during the day, but it was always cold in the mornings.
With great effort, Elise crawled out of bed and towards the bathroom. Dragging behind a giant length of sleeping muscle made it an arduous adventure. In the bathroom, she found Leah sleeping in the tub. Elise drained the water and turned on the shower. As hot water sprayed Leah, she began to rise, cursed with a cold body like Elise.
“Can you help me get in there?” she asked.
Leah hurriedly obeyed, climbing out of the tub and then helping lift Elise and her tail inside. She groaned in bliss when the hot water poured on her black scales, reawakening the cold muscles. Once she was warmed up, she dried herself off and headed downstairs with Leah, to find that Betty had already woken everyone else up and helping prepare breakfast. Normally Elise would have finished milking the cows before having breakfast, but she and Betty decided to be lenient on the new arrivals.
“Ah, there she is,” said Betty, handing Elise a hot cup of coffee. “I was about to go up there and get you myself.”
“I wish you had transformed a long time ago. You are a lifesaver,” Elise replied as she took a deep drink.
“You like it? I added the cream myself.”
Elise nearly choked on her coffee.
In the dining room, the girls and pillar men were eating breakfast, all of them utterly exhausted. Never before had they woken up so early, at least not since they transformed. Momo was suffering the most, used to a very slothful lifestyle. She became a little more active once her stomach was full, but the fact the sun had yet to rise was really raining on her mood.
“Ok, everyone, let’s move out,” said Betty.
Leaving Elise in the house, the hybrids headed outside and into the barn to begin tending to the cows. First came the milking. There were more than two dozen cows to take care of and everything had to be done by hand. The girls had already been shown how to do it the previous afternoon and the pillar men were well used to working on the farm, so they jumped right in, each with varying results.
Momo was doing quite well with her cows, drawing milk from their udders with natural talent. She simply imagined she was giving the cows very gentle handjobs. She certainly had plenty of experience. Sonja was having a little more trouble, often working her hands too vigorously and causing the cows to groan and stomp their feet in annoyance. It took her a while to find a steady rhythm. For Chloe, the issue was that she was being too gentle, always doubting herself and afraid of hurting her cows. She would have been at it all day if not for Betty giving her some advice. The cows that Leah worked with were very happy, appreciating how the slime on her hands acted as a lubricant and cut down on the friction.
Once the cows were milked, then came the feeding. All the cows were served a special mixture of hay, grain, soy, and various vitamins and minerals. They came prepackaged in large feed bags which had to be hauled over to the feeding troughs. Sonja, Momo, Chloe, and Leah could each only carry one at a time, though Chloe and Leah actually had to work together. Betty could carry two at once. And the pillar men? With all the muscles they had been born with, they were like living forklifts.
With the adult cows fed, now came the calves. Each one was bottle-fed warm milk, with the girls fawning over the small creatures.
“I want to run and play with these guys! Can I? Can I?” Sonja asked Betty, hugging a calf and nuzzling it with her face.
“Sorry, but they’re not quite ready for that, and they’re a little too timid.” She then spoke directly to the calf. “These are the nice girls I told you about, remember? They’ll be helping to take care of you for a few days. Don’t worry, they’re perfectly safe.” She eyed Sonja. “Except for that one, she’s a little rambunctious. Other than that- Hey, cut that out!” She turned her attention to Momo, who was sneaking a drink from the bottle she was supposed to be giving her calf.
Nearby, Chloe was doing quite well, her calf snuggling right up to her while it fed. Next to her, Leah was giggling as her baby cow licked her hands and face, much more enticed by the fluid on her skin than the milk in the bottle. And of course, there were the muscular pillar men, feeding and holding their calves and looking like something out of a farmer-themed Abercrombie & Fitch catalog.
Whether it was staying in their pen to continue eating or going out into the pastures to graze, the cows were left to enjoy their day, while everyone worked to clean the stalls, shoveling out manure and soiled bedding. It was hard for the girls, who all had a sharp sense of smell. Tobi was the same way.
“Damn it, why can’t you just crap in the corner?” Betty barked, arguing with a bull napping on a rubber mat in his stall. “No, that is not a lot to ask for! It’s pretty damn easy to just stand in one spot and do it! What? Of course I did! I was always very neat, but you’ve always been a messy son of a bitch! Really? You’re seriously bringing that up now? We agreed never to talk about that. Don’t you put that on me! You were the one that started the fire! No, it was you! I did what I had to do!”
Everyone just did their best to ignore the argument, though once they heard Betty drop her shovel, they rushed over and pulled her away from the bull before she could take a swing at him. Cleaning the stalls took up the entire morning, followed then by another round of milking. Afterwards, Elise called everyone in for lunch, and then it was back outside for jobs like fence maintenance, rearranging the cows’ food, and other outside chores. Inside, Elise was taking care of paperwork and doing everything she could to make sure no one came up the driveway.
Lorraine and I got up early the next morning. We were going to hit the Bronx zoo and spend the whole day transforming the animals. We were both nervous as we rode down the hotel elevator.
“I’m not sure I can do this,” said Lorraine.
“What, are you chickening out now?”
“No, I mean I really don’t know if it’s physically possible. You did it to that salamander but I haven’t had a chance to try it myself. What if it doesn’t happen?”
“Just work the shaft.”
Lorraine’s face scrunched up in snorting laughter. “Ok, that was pretty damn good.”
“Look, there’s no point worrying about it now. We’ll just see what happens when we get there.”
“Maybe I could practice on a rat or a pigeon.”
“Knowing you, if you did transform a rat, you wouldn’t be able to tell his dick from his tail. They’d probably hang at the same length.”
“See, why couldn’t you be like this yesterday?”
We ate breakfast at the hotel and then took a cab over to the zoo. We arrived at the Dancing Crane Plaza but found it much more crowded than we thought we could. It was the middle of the week, but families with kids of all ages were having the time of their lives. All around me, food stalls were packed, souvenir shops were being raided, and the trash cans were overflowing with garbage.
“What the hell is going on? I expected there to be people, but not this many.”
“Maybe everyone is taking advantage of a teacher in-service day or something. Besides, this is a good thing. More people will see the results of our work and we can blend in with the crowds.”
“I guess so. Let’s check a map.”
We got a map and looked it over, choosing our path for the day.
“The children’s zoo is nearby, should we start there?” Lorraine suggested.
“Nah, I know this is a weekday, but I don’t want you traumatizing any kids. A little girl could be petting a coat, you transform it, and bam, she finds a giant kielbasa dangling over her head and she’s scarred for life.”
“Oh please, like you’d do any better. A little boy would be petting a pig. You transform it. Now he’s got a giant pair of titties in his face and he’s catapulted into puberty before he’s even lost his baby teeth.”
“Let’s do the mouse house first. We can start on the small stuff there.”
We waded through the crowds to the rodent exhibit. Unlike the homes of the larger animals, the mouse house was an enclosed building, using controlled lighting to comfort the nocturnal creatures. Each rodent had its own enclosure, similar to its natural habitat.
“So, should we just do all of them?” Lorraine asked as we passed by the display pens.
“Nah, that would draw too much attention. Anyone watching the security footage would realize that we were present at every transformation. I was thinking we’d zigzag and hit the same areas more than once.” We stopped at one of the enclosures, holding a chinchilla. The little ball of fluff was rolling around in dust to clean its thick white fur. “I got to pet a chinchilla once at my birthday. It was like petting a cloud. You wanna try?”
“Is it male or female?”
I checked the description. “Male.”
“Ok, then this will be good.”
She leaned in towards the glass, staring at the furry creature, focusing on it with all her might. It happened in an instant, the tiny rodent instantly expanding into a full-grown human. He had thick white hair and large, flapping ears like a chinchilla, as well as a long tail. But unlike the pillar men, he wasn’t huge and muscular. Rather, he was short and scrawny, with androgynous looks that would let him pass for male or female. It was shocking how much he looked like Chloe, and despite his size, he appeared to be an adult, or at least a young adult. He was sitting in his enclosure, eyes wide with surprise.
“Huh, so I guess all rodents look like that when they transform.”
“Actually, I think I did that on purpose,” said Lorraine, leaning towards the glass. A perverse grin appeared on her face. “It’s a bit of fantasy of mine, a small, effeminate, shy-looking guy that I can dominate. And he’s young, too, like he just graduated high school. Oh, but he was too nervous to ever get a girlfriend, so it’s up to me to pop his cherry and turn him into a man.” She paused to wipe the slobber from her lips. “I’ll dress him up like a pretty little doll in my clothes and watch him squirm as I tickle his prostate with my-”
“Ok, I have heard way too much. Time to move on.”
“No! I want to have a trap of my very own!”
I had to physically pull her away, wanting to be off in the distance before anyone saw the transformed chinchilla. We moved further on down the exhibit, but in just a couple minutes, I heard a woman scream behind us as she found the naked chinchilla man that we had left behind. I was feeling bad for the poor guy. This would certainly be scary and confusing for the animals. We moved on to an enclosure holding a fennec fox, a tiny canine from Africa. It had massive ears and a bushy tail, with its fur resembling a toasted marshmallow. It was only about eight inches tall and about a foot and a half long. I really wanted to pet it. According to the info board next to the enclosure, she was named Lola.
“Ok, this one’s a female. Your turn.”
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