Payback (2016) Copyright Skipai © 2016 Authors Note: This story contains gay adult sex, transformation... This is for adults only. *** Mister Jones stood there in front of the various reporters, the cameras were clicking away as the flashes were blinding him briefly and he slowly placed his hands onto the edge of the podium as he smiled, this was his moment. All that work he had done in bribing various other business men, the politicians and he was about to announce something that would make him very rich. He took a deep breath and spoke into the microphone. "Hello, thank you all for coming." Mister Jones smiled at the cameras. "We're all here to announce that we are about to build the biggest shopping mall, right here in this wonderful location." A reporter put his hand up as Mister Jones nodded. "Mister Jones, are you saying that you are going to build over this natural land?" "That is correct." Mister Jones said as he smiled. "We have campaigned long and hard for purchase rights in building here and it should help to improve the community of this area by having the best stores about and what better than a new shopping mall with ten thousand parking spaces, two mega plex cinemas, food court and a beautiful park held within the premises." "A park inside the mall, wouldn-" Another reporter began to speak as Mister Jones cut in. "Yes, a park where it would be safe from any threats where you can enjoy the beauty without having to come face to face with a bear." Jones leant forwards slightly and nodded. "As you are aware we should not forget that fateful day were we lost a few to a bear attack last summer?" "And, about the otter population that was reported?" A female reporter asked as she glared at him. "There were reports that they were seen here?" Mister Jones gave a soft smile and replied back. "I assure you that all checks have been made and that if there was any otters that lived here, though rare that they are these days that they are not here. Our company is not in the business of wiping out a species, miss?" "It is Mrs Lope actually?" "Ah, then Mrs Lope you have nothing to worry about. I will leave you now with our planning leader for the new project; he should be able to answer any questions about the new mall." Mister Jones stood to the side and then remained quiet until the press conference had finished. Apart from Mrs Lope asking more infuriating questions, Mister Jones thought that the whole episode had gone without too problems and he began to walk along the path that led towards the lake; hands behind his back as he pondered what the mall would look like. "Sir, we have to get going, you have another meeting in about an hour?" A young male stumbled along the path as various papers fell out from an over bulging briefcase. Mister Jones sighed as he didn't look at the young man behind him. "Is it important?" "It's the union requesting for another pay rise and better hours." The young man said as he bent down to pick up at the spilled papers on the ground. Mister Jones frowned as he felt hatred move up from his stomach and he spat out into the water itself in front of him. "Fuck them, they either work or they get fired, there's always more cheap labour I can hire. Cancel the meeting and leave me. I will be spending a few hours here." "But sir if-" The young man fell onto his back as he felt the sole of Mister Jones boot kick him in the head. "What did I just say? I'm not interested in their complaints about cost of living. Cancel the fucking meeting or you can join them in the queue for another job. Now get the fuck out of my sight! And I don't want to be disturbed either; if I am you're fired!" The young man scrambled and hurried off down the uneven path as he stumbled about until he was out of view and Mister Jones turned to look back towards the lake again and smiled. He slowly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, then gold lighter along with it as he pushed one white stick from it and bit into it as he pulled it out fully with his mouth. Mister Jones cupped his hands as he lit the cigarette and then took a big inhale, held it in there as then he slowly exhaled to allow the bluish gray smoke to leave his mouth and both nostrils and he gave a soft sigh. He looked about the lake and frowned, it would cost a bit to get it filled in but Jones smiled as he imagined the big park held within the huge building with companies that rented out the exclusive compartments to sell all their wares to the dumb poor. Mister Jones loved the poor, they thought they had all the money in the world and bought products to make them feel good but it all ended up in his pocket. The cigarette butt began to get bigger as he carelessly flicked it onto the ground and laughed. The sound of his laughter ran out along the lake as he thought of all the greedy politicians that took bribes just so that he could build yet another mall on top of yet another natural beauty spot that all it did was to just lay there like some homeless bum that didn't bring wealth his way. Another drag from his cigarette stopped Mister Jones from laughing as he looked about again and started to walk along the lake bank. All that he could see was the mall in his head as he saw each person that went past him inside his head leak paper money in their wake as it slowly drifted into his own pocket. He continued to walk along for several hours as the path became more rugged, uneven until he found himself at the other side of the lake and a tree that had fell down at some point was the perfect place to sit down and rest. When he checked his packet, Mister Jones found that he only had two left and he frowned. He sat down onto the log and looked over at the other side of the lake and a sick feeling came over his stomach and he wished at that moment that he had brought more from his truck. He rolled his shoulders before he pulled one of the cigarettes out and lit it, and then took a smaller drag from it with hopes that he could prolong the last two that he had. No matter what he did, Mister Jones found that he was on his last cigarette and worse than that he had already smoked right through it to the bare minimal and with a frown he flicked it into the lake where it floated. The sick oily mess of the tar began to form around the cigarette and the water before it slowly sank down below but it did leave the disgusting oily tar behind until the lake dissolved it in the small ripples. A cold draft came across the lake and Mister Jones took a look at his watch and saw that it was late, evening would come soon and he slowly got up from his seat and a hand moved to go behind him as he gave his backside a rub with a mutter. "At least I can put comfortabl... What am I thinking? Need to get that lot buying not sitting about all day." He looked about with a thoughtful look on his face. "At least the trees here will help make the benches." He slowly began to walk back the way he came with high hopes, this time next year and no one would even know there was this lake here. That pleased him as he felt warmth well up from within him, Mister Jones always got that when he thought about profit, this was no different. Along the way back, Mister Jones stopped and looked about as he heard something in the foliage. Sometimes he would make his way over to where the foliage was and tried to get a better luck but he found nothing. As much as the noise kept annoying him, Mister Jones did not feel up to the task to venture into the foliage itself as he did see some nettles and other nastiness but most of all, he didn't want to ruin his clothing more than he had by sitting on the log. And so, he continued on his way along the lake path, he stepped over a few boulders, one or two overgrown roots but from time to time he felt he heard something or at the corner of his eye he saw something and then it was gone the next instant. The man just shrugged as he muttered to himself that he was just tired. It had been quite a long year in negotiating all the deals he had to do. Slowly he saw the shadows began to shift longer, the greens and blues around him began to get darker and gain a slight yellow tint as it moved to orange and then to a deep red. He looked to the side and saw the sun had reached a low point in between two hills and slowly began to vanish behind. It was only the clouds above that left the sign that the sun had even been there as they reflected the light in their oranges and pink tints, the top of the clouds a dark greyish black. But it was the declining light that had caused Mister Jones to become a bit more cautious, and yet he heard that noise again as if something was near him and he spoke out. "Stop it." He looked about again and saw nothing in between the thick foliage apart from the dark shadows that lay beyond and he began to quicken his pace. "Stupid nature, why no street lights... Catch up with humanity..." Mister Jones stumbled now as he mistook where a dip in the ground was, one of the roots that seemed to grab at his feet, even at his laces as he felt his right shoe became loose and with a frown he stopped and looked about for a place to put that right foot and tie his show back up and it was the faint outline of a tree that fell down only to leave a small stump which became the ideal step up. The stump was solid as he placed his shoe onto it, then began to pull at the laces until he reached the ends of them and began to tie his shoe back up again. Mister Jones was about halfway through before he felt pain on his right side, then the world began to tumble to the side and before he knew it he had fallen hard onto the ground as he felt his left arm snap as it landed against one of the roots. With a scream of pain, Mister Jones cursed as he reached for his left arm and held it and immediately regretted in holding the arm as he felt another searing pain shoot up to his head and he moaned in pain again before he yelled out. "FUCK!" He quickly went quiet though as he heard something move about in the foliage again, very close as the darkness of the night began to creep further around and he quickly reached into his pocket and fumbled about as he found his lighter and began to frantically try and light it. A growl came from the darkness in front of him, then a shadow moved forwards as Mister Jones briefly got the lighter to illuminate briefly but the sharp pain as his arm was bit into made him drop the lighter as it bounced about onto the ground and flickered off to bring just darkness again. With a snap the wrist broke before it was let go. Mister Jones felt himself in pain now in both his left arm and right wrist as he felt the large form move about around him. It was when he felt it against his back that the man began to panic, calling out loudly for help as he felt the teeth and claws rake through his shirt and the sound of fabric being ripped away. A sharp push planted Mister Jones to land forwards as his head slammed into the ground before he felt the remainder of the shirt pulled off him completely. The stinging sensation of the scratch marks about his back stung in the cold night air. A heavy sensation pressed at his back before he heard a loud grunt sound that came from behind, then the loud snap of his leather belt breaking before he felt the trousers being torn away from his body. It was just the sickening sound of fabric being ripped apart as he felt the cold night air embrace more of his body. A sense of danger came over his brain as Mister Jones suddenly began to move about on the ground as he ignored the pain. His mind screamed at him to get away, to survive as he pushed himself up just as the briefs were torn from his body and he stumbled forwards in the darkness. Both shoes slipped away from both of his feet as he began to run. Unfortunately Jones did not get far as he heard the heavy footed form bounce along from behind him and then the heavy collision that racked pain in his back as he stumbled down onto his knees. Sharp twigs poked into the skin as he stared ahead in horror, the darkness that began to close in around him from the front. And then the second heavy blow to the back made him collapse once more to lie on the cold forest ground once more as a heavy form slowly stepped over him. It was the heat that Jones could feel as the loud breathing came from above and then something wet came down to lick over the top of his hair. A tongue was licking him as Jones thought of all the horrors that flashed into his head. Was it a wolf? A bear or something else as he even contemplated that it was that elusive big foot he saw and laughed at from those cheap supermarket tabloids. But Jones did not laugh now, he felt the warm form press down against him as it pinned him to the forest floor and continued to lick at his head, the sound of the nose that breathed in and out loudly near to his own ears made the human feel a sick feeling well up within his stomach. When Jones tried to squirm about in hopes to get away did it make the situation worse as the form moved about as well and then with a look of horror on the humans face, he felt something else that had started to shift near to his rear. The sensation of fur that moved about between his buttocks made Jones call out again but he felt something push against the back of his head and his cries were muffled by the leaves and mud on the ground. As he was unable to breathe, the human squirmed more until he felt the heavy press at the back of his head release and he launched his head up again to gasp loudly, then the loud growl came and the human understood. With both of his arms out of commission, the sensation of fear and hopelessness as he knew he could not fight. When the feeling of fur changed to something hot and wet that pressed against his buttocks, the human felt that begin to slide about over his crack. It felt cold and small at first but with each sensation of the large form on top of him moved, he felt that get bigger, longer as it pressed further between his buttocks and a cold shock moved up his spine as he felt that thing press up against his anus. Jones could not stop himself as he tensed up, that he hoped that it would be enough to stop what was about to happen but he felt the form on top of him, growl once more and with a strong thrust against his body the thick cock slid right into him. The silence of the night was broken only by the sound of Mister Jones who screamed as he was claimed, that thick cock spread open his anus as it sank all the way into his bowels. The large form on top of him, shifted about before it bit down on the back of the humans neck which immediately brought silence as the human was shocked and stunned. Quick thrusts came now from the large form on top of Mister Jones who heard sharp claws that scraped along the ground beside his head as his insides screamed in pain from that big, thick cock that slid in and out of his anus. The darkness refused to show what was hidden in blackness that wrapped about them both, hidden away from anyone that could witness. With each thrust, the pain that followed began in the humans back side and lower back. The thick cock was painful as it slammed in and out of his stretched hole. But the pain began to spread around to the other parts of his body as the human groaned in pain as he felt his cock and balls begin to ache, then a burning came over him as he cried out again which only made the large form on top of him thrust harder and faster. Jones felt his cock slide about his body and the ground before he panicked as the sensation of it being there began to slowly fade away. He arched his back as he felt the searing pain in his back and pressed up against the larger form on top of him before he felt the soreness in his anus begin to slowly ebb away as he felt the thrusts got faster and with a new sensation in his body that said that this was right. A tight feeling began to form around his backside as he felt it press against the other form painfully before it moved to the side and the pain had gone. Jones panted as he saw that his vision began to change. He blinked his eyes a few times as he felt his body rock back and forth as the darkness began to peel away as the faint look of the foliage formed in his vision. Black and white but Jones could see once again. It was his mind that Jones sought answers, the sensation of fear had slowly ebbed away as he felt that cock inside of him not something that had to be reviled and hated but something that had become right. It was until he felt his wrist and arm that the ache stopped that he moved them to the front and saw them long as they reached out to feel at the ground in front of him. The white skin glowed against the darker greys of the ground that lay in front of him. The thoughts of wealth, the mall began to whittle away as his mind fought hard to keep them. In his eyes he saw various things from huge amounts of money, the malls that he had made that slowly began to fade away. He fought hard to maintain them but as much as he fought to keep them in his mind he saw those things began to vanish behind the thick fog that had started to form deep within him. It was when he could hear more things about him that he turned his head left and right, the loud noises that came from all around from loud squeaks in the foliage, the small patter patter of feet a distance away and the faint sound of wings that flapped overhead as a owl flew over the tree line. Jones saw for the first time, the large webbed paw that gripped at the ground beside his head. The loud breathing that came from the otter that had pinned him down became natural to Jones as he heard the breathing, the sound of air that moved in and out of his lungs. The loud thud noise that came from his heart, thick and fast and slowly Jones closed his eyes to listen to it as he heard his own that was in tune, both hearts that beat as one. When he felt something happen at his rear, Jones opened his eyes again and gave a surprised squeak and quickly closed his mouth again. Was he a he anymore that ran through his mind as he looked ahead and saw that his arms began to ache once more along with his legs, the searing pain that ran through each limb as he saw them shrink, the fingers began to merge with each other as he watched the skin begin to form between each digit. Midway through, Jones stopped being Jones. The mind knew that he was in fact a female and that the male on top of him was in fact mating her. The last thoughts came as Jones tried hard to keep that name but slowly as she felt that cock slip in and out of her sex even that name floated away as she grunted and arched her back to push against that male as he thrusted his thick cock deep within her. They both cried out loudly as she felt the life giving seed flow into her womb from the otter above, who slowly let go from biting into that thick fur at the back of her neck and began to lick it. As for the female, the otter was exhausted and slowly with her eyes falling shut, she tried to fight it but with the last flicker, the brain gave in and closed them as Mister Jones presence within her finally died and the sensation of the other otter began to get under and carry her along his back, then blackness. *** It was early morning that the female otter got up again and nuzzled her mate. She gave a soft churf as she felt him nuzzle back and slowly ventured out into the open from their den and sniffed the air. She knew that she was heavy with his cubs as she made her way towards the lake edge and sniffed it before her two webbed paws dipped into it as she began to clean her head and then rolled onto her side before she began to lick and groom at her fur. "Shh.. Look" Mrs Lope said as she looked at the camera man who was just behind him. "We're ready to go live, yes?" The camera man nodded his head as she looked at the camera and with a nod from the cameraman began to speak. "I'm Mrs Lope and here we are at Lake Otter, named after a rare species of otter was protected a hundred years ago. As you can see here, we have otters at the site of the controversial mall that Mister Jones wanted to build who stated that there were no otters." The female otter stopped, looked up and gave a shock squeak at the two humans who paused, remained still as the male came out from the den and skipped over before he gave a warning bark. The two humans took a step back as Mrs Lope spoke. "I would seem that the female is pregnant and the male is quite aggressive. We will retreat but questions must be answered now not only by Mister Jones and his company but also to those that green lit this project in the first place. I'm Mrs Lope for IWN News." As the two humans left, the male otter waddled over as he slowly gave the female otter a gentle nuzzle and gently he began to clean her as she gave soft squeaks as though she had not a care in the world and had already forgotten about the two humans and whatever they had spoke about. She only cared for her mate and the cubs that she would give him.