[b][u][center]The Lusts of the Ferret For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The sun was down, and it wouldn’t be long before the moon rose. Amelia knew this, and yet she was on the streets of the town anyway, wandering from building to building, shuffling her feet through the dust as she huffed and puffed with need. As sweat rolled down her forehead - sweat that had nothing to do with the heat of the day - she relived the attack of a month ago. Furred bodies lunging from the forests, long, slinky things that overcame her and pinned her in the dirt. She remembered the throbbing shafts that took her virginity, remembered the misshapen things that crept into her sex, into her ass, that robbed her of every bit of dignity that she had left. They had left her there, oozing and bloody...and she had fingered herself to the memory of it that very night. [i]Curse...curse…it has to be...has to be a curse…[/i] A devilish curse, indeed, for the way that it made her behave. She felt as wanton as the devils were said to be, her body heating up and dripping by turns. There were hours of the day where she could feel normal, even a whole day, at times, but then she would see something that intrigued her, and - “Mmmph…” She panted, feeling the first squeeze between her legs, the sudden tightness that meant that her urges were going to take over. Amelia panted hard, staring into the distance, looking at the small sign that hung over a small tavern at the edge of town. She couldn’t read - never learned - but she recognized the badger on it. It was...that was the place. The place she’d get relief. Her fingers were no good, and neither was the broomstick. She had used it when her hand had no longer been enough to get her off, when the fantasies were too wild, and she had almost spitted herself on it from the need to be seeded. It had helped her, for a time, but it was not enough. Not nearly enough. She stumbled as she walked by the market square, and she felt her juices fall inside of her skirt. It stained the insides, would show through if she didn’t keep moving. Amelia pulled herself to her feet again, her breasts feeling like they were swelling against the inside of her clothes, feeling like they were growing. They weren’t, of course. Other things were, but not...not that. Another step, another clench. The moon wasn’t far from the sky, now. When it rose, she would lose it. She’d lose all humanity and become like the things that took her. She just hoped...hoped that there were those in the tavern that could handle it. [i]Just a little further,[/i] Amelia told herself. [i]Just a bit further.[/i] They would be better. Better than her hand, better than her broomsticks, better than the sheepdog and the farmer’s horse. They’d be closer to people. People that didn’t care about her bestial actions. Who would still...still… She finally reached the overhang of the tavern, leaning on the building, almost falling over as she walked toward the door. Everything was hot, her body covered in a sheen of sweat as she fought the urge to fall to her knees and finger herself right there. She almost didn’t care if the entire town saw anymore. All that mattered was some sort of relief. Only the knowledge that her hand wouldn’t be enough stopped her. Amelia had to get inside. Get inside first, and then… Then she’d be taken care of. The door was locked. Slamming a fist on it, she kept knocking until a panel opened up. Golden eyes peered out at her, and she swore she heard a loud sniff. “What are you?” a voice behind the door grunted. “One...one of you,” she panted. “No. Name it.” “I...I…” “Name or leave.” “F-ferret…” “Heh...This’ll be fun. Come in.” The panel shut, and the door came unlocked. The minute that it opened, she shoved it the rest of the way clear and stumbled inside. She slipped on the edge of her dress and fell to all fours, and she couldn’t get up. Not anymore. As she lifted her shaking head, she saw no humans around her. Instead, she saw beasts. Werewolves, were-cats, were-dogs, even a few were-rabbits in places. They all looked down at her, waiting for something. Then, the moon rolled up. Just enough, just enough for the tiniest little sliver of white to peer through the window and land over her hand...but it was enough. “Ah!” She gasped, arching her back as she felt the sudden stretch hit it. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she felt her spine cracking, her body pulled forward and back at the same time. Her skirt started to rip where it was pinned down by her knees, her rising shoulders pushing up at the top of the dress as her legs kept the bottom right where it was. “Ah...ah…” “She’s going,” the deep voice from the door said. “What is she?” “Some sort of mink?” “Nah, ferret,” the doorman said. The entire tavern let out an ‘ooooooh’ at that, and she could [i]smell[/i] the raw musk of the men that started to rise around her. Her blush got worse, but at the same time, so did her heat as she imagined what they’d do to her. Her hips rose up as she felt her tail coming, sliding out from her spine as it continued to lengthen in both directions. Her panties had long since been abandoned, her undergarments useless on these nights. Her lust had been dribbling free all this time, her legs almost red from grinding against each other and being so soaked. The back of her dress went up as her tail grew longer and longer, the fur from it spreading down her ass cheeks and along her thighs. Up her back and along her spine, over her sides and up her shoulders it went, a simple brown and cream pattern that spread everywhere like wildfire. She moaned as her back cracked again, her limbs following. Her arms and legs grew, too, though not so long as her spine had. The transformation gave her a long, willowy sort of body, one that she often struggled to keep on two legs for more reasons than just the arousal that came with it. Her face felt cramped, her ears in the wrong place, her body too constrained. “Nnngh…” “She’s gonna pop,” one of the patrons said. “Oh, no, that’s what we’re gonna do. Pop her full of seed.” “And knots.” “Hey, what about barbs?” “Shut up, cat, nobody wants barbs.” She did. She wanted everything. Everyone. Anything. The more she transformed, the more her lusts swelled, and the more she needed. Her pussy felt empty beyond belief, but it was not the only hole that craved attention. Amelia whimpered as she turned around, the shy little peasant girl losing what little shame she had as her need grew too intense. She turned her hips, lifting her ass to face the crowd. Her tail was high, her fur running down her thighs and over her calves, her lengthening legs pushing her boots to their limits. Then, she flexed. Not only did she make her furred sex [i]wink[/i] in a way that was limited to horses, for the most part, she made her hole...open. Her asshole, the one that the ferrets on the road had fucked more than her pussy. The one that had healed, but hadn’t quite...tightened. It prolapsed for them, and she felt the slippery, slimy flesh inside pushing past her rim as she flexed it. It was the first time that she had ever done it for an audience, too, and it felt...intense. It felt...deviant. It felt amazing. She flexed it again, feeling every puff of air along her rosebud, feeling the insane rush of pleasure that came from having what should be inside on the outside. Her ass was nothing more than a deviant little cum-catching hole, something that was supposed to be used by as many men as possible. Amelia had managed to avoid seducing other humans, thus far, but tonight...tonight, she needed to be fucked, and hard, and if they weren’t going to take a simple invitation...she would make it clear that she’d do anything. It worked, too. As her muzzle continued growing in, slowly pushing out and relieving the tension in her face, a werewolf walked up behind her. He slapped a tapered tip against her asshole, tracing a line of pre-cum along her rim. She gasped as it oozed against her, drizzling heat against her sensitive bits. “Heh, looks like we got a new tavern whore, boys.” “Ferrets for life!” “Fuck that flower!” And no sooner was it said than done. Clawed hands grabbed her hips, and that tapered tip went from outside to inside in the time it took to imagine it. Amelia gasped as she was pinned down to the tavern floor, her slinky back finally pushing her shoulders out of her dress, mostly by ripping them free. Her fur had come in completely, her body longer than it should be, but not disturbingly so. Her hair still fell down the back of her head, and her ears had rolled up to nestle in the long locks. Another male, one of the rabbits, grabbed her by them, holding her head in his crotch. She got one sniff of his junk before he shoved his cock down her throat, gagging her right then and there. Coughing, she took it, just as she took the werewolf up her ass. The two males shoved her back and forth, using her in a way that no single male would have been able to. She moaned at the top of her lungs, arching her back against them, thrusting her hips to meet the werewolf and swallowing hard for the man fucking her throat. Not since her roadside rape had she felt the pleasure that they were giving her, and she knew that there was no possible way for her to go back, now. What had been intended as a means of stopping herself from doing the unthinkable had merely opened the door to doing more and more, doing worse and worse to her fellow man in order to get herself off. Back and forth, back and forth she went, going from feeling her throat so full that she could not breathe to feeling her ass so stuffed that she couldn’t think. Her prolapse slipped in and out with his cock, hugging it, surrounding it so that he never fully emptied her properly. It was a wonderful feeling, a reminder of the pleasure that she felt that she was due. In and out, in and out it went, his cock slowly getting thicker, heavier. A knot, she realized. A knot that she needed. She moaned around the rabbit’s cock as he started speeding up, heavy, fluffy balls slapping against her chin as he used her again and again. Amelia sucked on him, swallowed around him, did everything she could to please him. She needed him to fill her, rut her, use her, satisfy the lust of this form. She needed - “Mmmph!” Not to have him cum down her throat. He pulled back before she could swallow more than a mouthful, staining her face and her breasts, but it was hardly what she needed. She whimpered, panting, but he was already moving out of the way, clearing out so that the next guy could take her. The doorman, she realized, another werewolf, this one with his cock already wet with pre-cum. He grabbed her by the shoulders, picking her up. “Hang on.” He pushed her back, making her fall against the werewolf behind her. Her hands - furred paws, now - flopped against her chest and stomach, and she stared as the doorman stepped close. Her breasts were squashed flat as he pressed against her, then - “NNNNGH!” She whimpered as he slammed into her pussy, leaving her filled in both of her lower holes. Amelia closed her eyes, gasping as she was bounced from cock to cock. Knots slapped at both her lower holes, her need climbing higher with each successive thrust. Her juices rolled out of her, dripping over knots and balls all the way to the floor. Her heated smell must have been stinking up the whole place. But it didn’t dissuade her partners, nor did it stop others from coming over. One of the were-cats grabbed a chair and stood on it, shoving his barbed cock down her throat, while others pulled her hands down to their cocks, making her stroke equine shafts and dog cocks alike. Still another grabbed her ankle, fucking against furry toes that still held shredded leather from her ripped boots. She couldn’t get away from cock, nor did she want to. This was what she needed. This was what her body had been begging for every day for months. This… This was what she was. A ferret needed to rut, to get fucked, or it could die from sheer sexual frustration. She was like that, now, and she needed to remember it...and she needed to come back here… Every day… [i]Fuck...fuck...fuck…[/i] she chanted, mentally encouraging every single male to use her however they wanted. It was the only way that she’d be able to survive this, from now on. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]