6 comments/ 8023 views/ 8 favorites Filth Ch. 01 By: Lycandope Abigail lay in her bed, listening as her roommate's faint breathing turned slowly to quiet snores. She could hear muted conversations around her from the girls in her suite. She was still getting used to them but, so far, they all seemed like nice girls. Shifting to her side, the young woman watched the other side of the room to make sure Sally, her roommate, was actually asleep. The other figure was blurry but unmoving. With a deep blush, Abigail reached her right hand down to lightly touch the soft hairs above her sex. She turned on her side, facing the wall and just slowly stroked the tangle of chestnut hairs over and over. She could feel her shame burning to the tips of her ears. She almost took her hand away as an echo of her mother's voice filled her ears. Your virginity is sacred, Abigail Young, her mother always told her. It belongs to your future husband. When you're married, you belong to him and no other. You give yourself to him body and soul and you please him as his wife. Sexual congress is between a man and his wife and anything else is filthy. You're not a dirty girl, Abigail. You're my sweet girl. God is always watching and you wouldn't want to offend Him, would you, Abi? The young woman bit her lip to fight the urge to touch herself. Her whole body was sensitive and she knew the blood was coming. It was her one shame and her punishment for impure thoughts. Every month, she could feel the urge to touch herself. Every month her nerves would light up, begging to be touched. She fought it every time until the blood came to wash away her sin. Her breasts ached, taunting her. She wanted to massage them but the one time (five times, her mind whispered in correction) she'd done it, it'd only made the building ache worse. It only made the urge to touch herself worse. She could feel her heartbeat between her legs. Playing with her soft downy hair distracted her. Abigail could swear she felt heat radiating from further below. She moved and gasped quietly as her swollen sex pressed between her thighs. Quickly, she opened her legs and took her hand away. I am a good girl, she told herself. I'm not dirty like these other girls, giving away their precious virginity to every man that looks their way. I will save myself for my husband. Clasping her hands against her cheek, she began to pray. As she spoke the words and slowed her breathing, she found herself purposefully smelling the heady scent of her own sex. She hugged herself and continued her prayer until she drifted off to sleep. Filth Ch. 01 As she relaxed, the young woman scratched behind her shoulder and neck. A thin line of brown hairs lazily sprouted from out of her hairline, tracing down her spine. Slowly the hairs grew, pushing at each other, winding around each other until they reached the small bump at the base of her spine. Those same sparse hairs grew along the back of her shoulders and she scratched at them with a happy sigh. Her fingers bulged as a tiny point pressed through the tips of her fingers. Tiny drops of blood welled beneath each point. Small and still hidden by her fingernails, her new claws nonetheless scratched red lines long her lightly furred shoulders. The young woman covered herself with her blanket again, ostensibly to hide her embarrassment but, she found herself breathing deeply of her own scent. A tiny line appeared on her top lip, perfectly down the middle. The skin split and immediately healed into two separate pieces until only a close inspection would be able to see the change. Abigail breathed deeply, finding herself suddenly incredibly warm and relaxed and tired. She ground her teeth at an abrupt ache deep along her jaw. Back and forth, teeth grinding and scraping as sleep finally took hold. In a ripple starting from the base of her neck, Abigail's spine bulged and stretched before settling back into place. The girl's body lengthened and she whined quietly in pain while she slept. Loud sharp squealing pops filled the air as her neck elongated. The young woman coughed and a small speck of blood and spit splattered against her white sheets. Stretching out her longer form with a contented sigh, the young woman passed into dreamless sleep. Filth Ch. 02 Large red numbers wavered before Abigail's eyes. She blinked several times and then yawned, hiding her mouth behind her small hand. The room was utterly still and the only sound a faint dripping noise somewhere in the distance. Blinking again, the young woman sat up, idly scratching at the light fur along her midriff. Her hidden claws left tiny red lines against her tanned, flat stomach. The stark numbers informed her that she was suddenly wide awake at 4:12 am. Across the room, Sally snorted and turned to her side, muttering something about a 'Mr. Pumpkin'. The other woman's light snores soon filled the silence. Abigail's stomach growled. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stretched, raising her arms. Her body creaked as it adjusted to its new length and she twisted her longer neck, luxuriating in each tiny cracking sound. Well, she thought as she grabbed her glasses from the nightstand. I guess I'm awake. And hungry. Something smells good. The young woman licked the back of her hand and then rubbed it against her temples to settle a few stray hairs. She repeated the routine, unaware of what she was doing, as she worked through a mental list for the day. Her stomach rumbled loudly. Raising her small nose, she sniffed and stood, following the scent of bread and old eggs. Still lost in her own thoughts and her body on autopilot, she bent down over her roommate's trash can. Pushing aside a wrapper, she found a half-eaten breakfast bagel sandwich from the day before. I could spend some time on my laptop until the library opens, I suppose. Abigail took a bite of her roommate's old sandwich, tearing the stale bread with her front teeth. New instincts drove her to the corner of the room where she sat, taking small chunks out the sandwich. The room was colder in the middle of the night but she felt surprisingly warm. She rocked slowly back and forth against the rough wall, scratching along her spine. First class isn't until ten, she continued. Then the second at 2 pm for two hours. Plenty of time to work on any projects before the weekend. And then the soup kitchen tomorrow. Finishing the last bite of the sandwich, she stood, padding along the cold room. Her roommate thrashed suddenly, crying out for her mother in a sad voice before settling with a whimper. Abigail frowned at the poor girl, feeling her own homesickness well up. She sat carefully at the edge of her roommate's bed and lightly stroked the girl's hair. Abigail's home was three hours away in the middle of nowhere. A small town where everyone knew everyone else but your nearest neighbor might be half a mile away. She closed her eyes. She could almost smell her mother's home baked bread or the sour smell of the ancient pews in their little church. She'd recently tried to go to a nearby Catholic service but the hymns and prayers and passages were almost all different. Softer. Watered down. She'd felt unsettled by the differences. Sally shifted again. Abigail chirped in annoyance, gripping the woman in place. Didn't the other girl know she was trying to calm her? Bending low, Abigail ran her tongue along Sally's short hair, just under her ear. At least she has someone to help when she's feeling lost, Abigail thought angrily. The church... my anchor isn't here. I have nobody. Holding her roommate with one hand on her shoulder and one against her head, Abigail groomed the other girl. And the confessional! she fumed. A small box where you're hidden away. You can't see the shame and anger in the pastor's eyes like that. And the penance? Some prayers and a promise to do better? No rod against the thighs or back? No- "Wha-" Sally stirred under her. Abigail stepped up and back, her head buzzing with anger, frustration and new subconscious urges. She hugged her body nervously, her teeth grating against each other. "You... you're having a nightmare, Sally. Go back to sleep." "M'kay, 'M..." Sally sighed, hunching against herself under her blankets. Pressing a hand against her forehead, Abigail shook her head slowly. Her teeth ached. She found herself slowly scraping her front teeth back and forth against each other as a headache began to build behind her eyes. "A shower will help," she whispered, rubbing her temples. She made her way to the small shared bathroom, locking the door and struggling out of clothes that no longer fit just the way they should. A sudden memory of her night in bed brought red to her face. Her hand twitched in remembrance but the young woman quickly turned the shower water on. She hugged herself tightly again, thinking of anything other than what she'd done. As steam slowly began to fill the small room, Abigail scratched along her sides. Her belly felt tender and sore - as it had before when she'd spent all day working hard at her parent's farm. Muscles shifted nearly imperceptibly too allow for new glands to grow. Rubbing her stomach seemed to help but the humid air was even better. Abigail stretched in the moist air. Small drops of water collected on the fur along her spine. The water droplets grew fat and fell, coursing along skin and sparse fur, trailing a line down to her ass before slipping between her lightly furred sex. Abigail stepped into the shower with a happy squeak. The hot water soothed her and she could feel all of the new little aches and pains draining away. She leaned into the spray, letting the water drill into her back, unknowingly scratching the itch of her new fur. Her ears twitched in pleasure as the water caressed her swollen sex. Abigail lowered herself slowly to her knees. Tiny holes appeared in the skin above her upper lip. A single translucent whisker barely poked through the skin. A second whisker, even shorter than the first, grew from the other side of her face. She rubbed at them briefly with the back of her hand. "Jason," she moaned. The young woman arched her back, spreading her thighs. She pressed against the wall, lifting her hips while lowering her upper body. Her thick, furry bush brushed the bottom of the bathtub. Her claws, still hidden, scraped against the wall. She could feel almost every single drop of water along her sensitive body. Each one was a lover's touch meant just for her. Light brown fur sprouted along her shoulder blades and she worked her arms up and back, head slowly swaying as she became lost in her thoughts. Light gray hairs grew from the inside of her thighs, twisting from her skin. Above her ass, the small mound of skin bulged forward into a tiny, gray point. The hairs surrounding the bump shifted and thickened, growing up and along the new skin. The tip of her tail wriggled to echo her excitement. Faint black lines appeared on the back of Abigail's right hand. The lines moved beneath her skin before settling into shape. She groaned and then hissed as her right hand spasmed painfully. Her fingers creaked in protest but she made a fist with her hand. The lines of fur covering her body stood on end as she gasped at the sudden burning pain. Suddenly, her arousal vanished and the pain went with it. "Oh, Abigail," the young woman sighed. She pressed her forehead against the shower wall. "What are you doing?" She lay against the wall, clutching her right hand against her chest as the water slowly went cold. The young woman stood and turned off the water, shivering in the cold. She wanted to just wrap herself her towel and find a warm place to hide but, instead, she toweled herself off. The sides of her stomach was sore again so she was gentle as she rubbed the towel back and forth. But, she was even more careful with her sex, breasts and ass; sparing barely a quick pat for each of them. She kept her eyes averted from her reflection and from looking down her body while she dried herself. Old habits died hard and her recent sins made it even worse. Wrapping herself in her towel, Abigail stepped into her dorm room to grab a new change of clothes - underclothes, a simple skirt, pantyhose and her favorite sweater. She retreated back to the bathroom with her clothes. Once inside, she hung the towel on her hook without noticing the bits of brown fur she'd left on it. She dressed herself quickly, again, avoiding the temptation of looking at her naked body. Her plain white panties slid against her lightly furred upper thighs. The coarse black fur mixed in with her chestnut pubic hairs poked through the thin fabric. Finished dressing and wide awake, Abigail stepped from the bathroom. She looked around in the dim light. Time to get my prescription checked again, she thought. Everything around her had a blurry edge to it and the room was suffused with a pale violet color. She frowned, rubbed the bridge of her eyes and temples and then walked outside. Filth Ch. 02 Her hair in a mess and still in the same clothes and panties she'd worn the day before, Abigail ran to class. Her feet nearly screamed with each step but the young girl ignored them. Finally, she arrived at her classroom. Standing outside the door, she licked at her hand to rub against her hair, settling the loose bits while calming herself. A few students walked by, eyeing her curiously as she fought to control her breathing. Her fur stood erect at her stress. The young woman quietly opened the door to slip in. The teacher had her back turned to the door and Abigail crouched, scurrying to an open seat in the back. Only when she sat did she realize she completely forgot her books and backpack. "Where in the world is your mind today, Abigail Young," she chastised herself in a whisper. She asked a girl next to her for a pen and some paper, giving thanks when the girl spared both. Abigail tried to focus on the lecture. Her heart still seemed to beat too fast and it made her feel jittery. On edge. She took few notes and, instead, tried to run through her nighttime prayers to help her relax. She could count on both hands the number of times she'd forgotten to say her prayers before bed and now she could add another to the short list. "Hey," a voice said to her right. Abigail turned with a start. The girl that had given her the paper was looking at her. "I like your tattoo. Really clean lines. Where'd you get it?" "My? I'm sorry," Abigail said in confusion. "My tattoo?" "Uh, yeah. Your tattoo. Is it Chinese? What's it mean?" she asked. The other girl pointed at Abigail's right hand. Still confused, Abigail turned her hand over and stared. A large black symbol nearly covered the back of her right hand. Her mouth opened in stunned confusion, jaw working as she tried to say that, of course she didn't have a tattoo; nobody in her community had one. Her body was her temple. Stupidly, she rubbed at the mark, convinced that it was just ink that had somehow spattered into a perfect pattern. "Hey, uhh, are you okay?" the other girl asked. "I- I-" Abigail stuttered. She rubbed harder but the ink wouldn't smudge; it moved with the skin of her hand. Her eyes opened wide in horror as small brown hairs sprouted from around her wrist. Tiny and sparse, the hairs pushed through her skin. Abigail pulled her sleeve back to watch as more hairs grew forth. The little hairs stirred as she broke out in goosebumps, her teeth suddenly chattering loudly. She could see the faint black lines of another tattoo around her arm. Abigail jumped up and her desk crashed backwards. She squeaked loudly as everyone in the room turned to see what had happened. The young woman shoved her hands into her armpits and ran, dashing through the open door. She felt a horrible urge to drop to all fours as she made her way to the bathroom. Heart thumping loudly in her chest. She shoved the heavy door open with her shoulder and then locked herself in an empty stall. "Something's wrong something's wrong something's wrong," she repeated quietly, rocking on the toilet seat. Sweat broke out along her hairline and she gasped, turning her long neck slowly. It felt like her feet were on fire. She looked down to see them bulging in the simple flats she wore. She reached down, picking up her left foot while taking off her shoe. The bathroom door creaked open and a voice called out. It was the same girl from the classroom. "E-excuse me? Are you okay?" Concern dripped from the other girl's voice. "Do you- do you need anything? I could... I could call the nurse's off-" "I'm fine!" Abigail called out, her voice breaking. "I'm, I'm sorry I'm just... I'm fine! Thank you! I'll be out in a minute! I just need a minute!" "O- okay! Sorry! For... whatever!" The door closed behind the girl. Tears ran down Abigail's face. Tears of shame and pain. She massaged her foot but the pain wouldn't diminish. Her black pantyhose strained against her foot. Her sensitive ears caught a high pitched whining noise beneath a quiet popping sound and she bit back a cry. Bones cracked in her feet. Her right foot burst through her shoe with a loud pop, the sole separating from the top. Gray lines appeared in the black pantyhose around her left foot. Her toes were bulging while her foot widened. Another cracking sound filled the air and her ears vibrated at the horrible sound of bone scraping against bone. Her feet elongated; her smallest toe receding as the others pushed further out. Finally, the fabric tore. Abigail watched in terror as four, sharp translucent points sliced through her pantyhose. Tipped with blood, her claws grew hard and thick and sharp, curving to nearly cover the fronts of her now wide toes. The smaller claw from her little toe barely poked through the material. Abigail's heart thudded in her chest. She knew she was awake. She could see what was happening; she just couldn't comprehend it. Thick brown hairs pushed through the pantyhose still covering her changed feet. She could feel the hairs growing and sliding against her skin as most were flattened beneath the fabric. With building dread, she pulled the ruined pantyhose back to uncover her feet. Silky fur lined the enlarged knuckles of her new paws. The hairs grew down to small tufts in between her toes. The hand holding her foot rasped against roughened skin beneath the ball of her foot and she twisted it. In place of her calloused pink skin as a thick, dull gray skin covering the pads of her toes and feet. Slowly, carefully, Abigail touched one of her claws. It was sharp and, with a slight pull, she could feel it anchored to the bone in some way. The young woman dropped her foot and cried, chest heaving silently with her hands covering her face. She curled up on the toilet sobbing until the tears would no longer come. Her sweater was wet with her tears and she noticed the few spots where she'd pulled threads loose last night. She hiccuped quietly as her face burned with emotions. I... I have to... do something, she told herself. There has to be something I can do. There has to be- Her eyes focused on the strange mark on her right hand. Marked. Oh Lord in Heaven, I've been marked for my sin, haven't I? For the base thoughts and my animalistic urges. I couldn't hold myself back and this is my punishment. Isn't it, Lord? This is my punishment for my sins? I understand now. I understand. Abigail sniffed, wiping at her nose with the sleeve of her sweater. A fourth whisker slipped through her skin as she did and the girl unconsciously groomed her hair and face while she made her plans. The bathroom remained blessedly empty for nearly thirty minutes. Abigail hugged her knees to her chest to hide her paws from anyone accidentally seeing them under the stall door. Twice, a group of girls came in but only used the bathroom mirrors to touch up makeup and hair. They all spoke excitedly about their weekend plans - some going home and some going to nearby parties or bars. Abigail waited until they all left before she relaxed. Her ears twitched and she nearly started crying again and she realized how far gone she was. Her vision and hearing and sense of smell were all different and now she knew why. She was changing. Becoming the animal she deserved to be. All around the building, doors closed and voices faded. The light from frosted windows high along the bathroom walls was fading as night came. Abigail pulled at the tips of her pantyhose, tying the stretched fabric in a small knot in order to hide her paws. It was uncomfortable but not terribly so. She prayed that with night falling, nobody would notice how she looked. Gently, the young woman put her feet down and stood. Her claws clicked loudly on the bathroom floor through the tights. She swayed on her new, unsteady feet but used the stall to stay upright. She couldn't feel the cold tile through the rough pads. Her knees were bent and her thigh muscles complained about the position. Carefully, she straightened her legs but caught herself as she began to fall forward. Tears threatened to overwhelm Abigail as she fought to stand like a proper human. She tried again but, again fell forward. Taking deep breaths, she lowered herself, bending her knee slightly and adjusting her position in order to stand on the pads of her paws. Her balance seemed proper with her knees bent and, unnoticed, her small tail wriggled back and forth under her skirt and sweater. A very, very tiny part of her was pleased for adapting so quickly to the changes. She rubbed at her belly, shivering as she brushed one of the many tiny nipples lining her frame. Abigail closed her eyes to listen. Her ears twitched and swiveled. The building was nearly completely silent as everyone left for the weekend. She opened the stall door and took a few tentative steps. Her claws clacked on the tiles but she ignored them, focusing on each step. By the time she reached the bathroom door, she was walking easily. The young woman opened the door and peeked around the corner but she knew she'd find the hallway empty. Without hesitation, Abigail hurried down the hall. As she did, her small tail uselessly moved to try to counter her shifted center of balance. Once outside, she gasped, not realizing she'd held her breath the entire walk from the bathroom. Abigail raised her nose, sniffing the air while her stomach rumbled. Cloying scents wafted from nearby garbage cans and her mouth watered at the half finished foods students had thrown away. She stepped toward the nearest one before realizing what was happening. "No. NO," she told herself firmly. "I will NOT give in. I WILL fix this and find His favor again." Her ears swiveled, catching threads of far off conversations. With a quick glance, she righted herself and began walking towards the library. The young woman stopped at the first pool of blue-ish light from the lamps. Her short, fine whiskers twitched as she looked around nervously. Being in the light made her anxious. She was easier to see. Easier for people to see how monstrous she'd become. The young woman's claws dug into the soft ground when she stepped off of the path. The claws anchored her and gave her purchase. She kicked back a small bit of dirt and grass with every step. Pain lanced through Abigail's legs when she was halfway to the library. She cried out, falling to her hands and knees. Muscles within her thighs tore and regrew over and over. Her skirt tightened against her growing bulk until, finally, a sharp ripping sound filled the air. Abigail grit her teeth and stretched her legs, hissing as bones cracked and moved. She gasped, hyperventilating and nearly vomited when bones in her hips broke and reformed. Lines streaked through her tights to contain her size. New nerves grew deep within her body until she felt something completely alien moving on her lower back. Gasping with tears falling freely and snot dripping to the ground, Abigail reached back to touch her tail for the first time. It was warm and thick and smooth with a single ridge above the furred base of it. She felt her cold hands against the warmth of her tail. Her stomach heaved but she clenched down, sharp incisors scraping against each other until the feeling passed. Her changes had stopped at some point. Abigail kneeled to look at herself. Her calf muscles bulged. She touched them lightly and could feel thick veins beneath the pantyhose. Above them, her thigh muscles had doubled in size and seemed to be made out of marble. She traced the front of them and watched as small gray hairs pushed through the strained fabric. "My fur," she said with a near sob. The hairs grew down the inside of her thighs and up around to the front before stopping. Her ass was larger and soft against the hard, thickened heels of her paws. Thankfully, her skirt was still in one piece. There was a large rip on the left side from the bottom to nearly the band but it held together. She stood, wobbling on her thick, heavily muscled legs and the skirt bulged around her sides. She contemplated going back to her room but she worried that every second counted. Holding her skirt together with one hand, the young woman continued on her way. She was amazed at how strong she was now. Where before, her legs had groaned to keep her upright with bent knees, she now felt as if she could run miles without tiring. The tail, though- Her tail. Now she felt it moving slightly, shifting counter to each step. The library loomed in the distance, blurred and foreboding but Abigail pushed herself forward. Filth Ch. 03 The silver crescent moon overhead cast pale gray light but Abigail noticed with faint alarm that the ground itself seemed to be glowing lavender, lighting her way. She shied away from the well-lit paths not just to hide her monstrous changes but also from an irrational fear of the blue arcs and nearly unbearable thrumming sound the lamps and electric poles gave off. Thankfully, the campus was nearly empty and, as she approached the library, she knew it was she would find it nearly completely vacant; her sharp ears heard only a few people tapping away on computer keyboards. She peered into the huge glass entrance and nearly cursed at how hazy things seemed with her slowly failing vision. She missed the door handle on the first try and then realized she was taller than before. Distracted, she looked down her body to notice a gap between her skirt and sweater. Although her breath steamed in the night air, she hadn't felt the cold against her skin. She touched the bare skin carefully, her fingers playing through the coarse fur. Her stomach was mostly tanned white skin with the exception of a line of thick fur leading up and around her belly button. She could see two rounded rough patches of skin on either side of her stomach, just barely visible from above her skirt. She touched one carefully, surprised at how bumpy it was. The area seemed a little swollen and sore but- "Oh!" Abigail gasped. She'd brushed the center of the spot. Her nail flicked against a tiny pink bump of skin that struggled to grow erect at the sudden attention. "Oh. Oh, no." Turning to hide herself from the glass entrance, Abigail lifted her sweater. Eight more little nipples lined her body, four on each side above those bottom nipples. Some of the areola had short black and brown hairs growing from tiny bumps dotting their surface. She gasped as a sudden wind sliced across her body and along her rows of nipples. She could feel the wind tugging at the fur on her belly, the hairs teasing her bare skin. Abigail pulled her sweater down, biting her lip against the aches of pleasure growing down her body. Blood dripped where her top teeth pierced her lip and the pain helped her regain focus. "Running out of time," she gasped. Turning, she pulled the large glass door open and entered the library. The young woman made her way into the library, hugging the wall to keep from prying eyes. The infernal hum she'd heard outside was far worse within the building. She could feel it deep in her bones and teeth and brain. Electricity popped and shrieked around her. With every step she left a large wet paw print from her bare feet. She found a computer in the corner and sat awkwardly, adjusting her large legs and ass until she was comfortable. Her skirt nearly broke from the strain of it. Abigail logged in with her student ID and opened a browser window. She paused and then looked at the back of her right hand. Slowly, she typed out a search: Symbol star with rod down the middle horns at top and wings The search engine returned a list of hits with example images lining the top. Two of the images were identical to the mark on her hand. With sweaty hands and her heart beating in her throat, she clicked on the first image. Her hand flew to her mouth at the result. Beelzebub. The word burned in her mind. She knew it from her church. From one of the many, many sermons dealing with damnation. A demon of Hell. A major demon. One of the many the congregation was told would be there to witness their if they walked the wrong path. Beelzebub, standing and laughing with horns and wings and bulbous eyes with lashing, barbed tail. Stabbing at those blown about in an endless wind. Those consumed by their lust above all things. She read the articles, words swimming on the page as a slow headache began to build behind her eyes. "Prince Baal," she whispered to herself, skimming the article. "Prince of ... of demons. Appears as an infer... infernal hu-human... humanoid fly. Sows chaos. Do... domin..." Abigail ground her teeth. Her headache was getting worse and the words wouldn't stay still. She leaned closer. "Appears. Appears in the New," she continued. "And Old Testament. Said... have... No, said TO have... power... the power... to change anals... anal... animals... no, change men into..." The words were blurred and rearranged. None of them made sense any more. Fear and a deep aching sadness radiated through her core. The young woman looked around herself but it was all the same. The words she could make out with her poor eyesight were just symbols. Lines arranged on papers and plaques and walls. Her headache began to dissipate the less she tried to read anything. Tears dripped quietly onto Abigail's sweater. She sniffed once, twice and then sat silently crying in the small booth. I have to confess, she told herself. It's the only way. It's the only way I can save myself. Although she knew what she had to do, the thought was unbearably painful. Her church was unique. Unique and a three hour drive away. She knew that, even if she could drive in her current condition, that the changes were coming faster. She'd never make it in time. "Jason," she whispered, hand creeping unnoticed to her thigh at the thought of him. She kneaded her furred leg. If I confess to him and lay my sins bare to the one I've wronged, I can ask for forgiveness. Yes. Yes. It has to work. It WILL work. Abigail padded through the old library, whiskers twitching while she fought the urge to drop to the ground like an animal. Filth Ch. 03 Abigail followed Jason happily as he stepped into a hallway. It was just as she thought it would be. He was happy to see her. And only her. Jason opened a door and turned on the light. Abigail slipped in behind him and turned off the light again. "No," she told him firmly. "I-" Jason paused. "Are you sure you're okay? Oh god, please tell me one of those bowls didn't have alcohol in it. Oh man. I'm so-" Abigail bunched up her nose. Three whiskers slid from her face in the darkness. A fourth followed and all of them lengthened now, flowing inches from her face. She rubbed at them with the furry back of her hand, tongue quickly wetting the fur in between strokes. Alcohol burned her nose and throat. It was so hard to think. She had something desperately important to tell him. Her fur stirred and she hissed at herself quietly. Thoughts slipped away as she looked back in her memories. Her head buzzed from static and confusion. Jason important, she thought with a small nod. Jason. "Hug me," Abigail said out loud. She remembered that. She remembered it was important to her that he hugged her. That he married her. He had to. He had to love her. He did love her. She knew he did. He was Jason. "Hey-" Jason started. Without waiting, Abigail wrapped herself around him. She pressed herself tight, feeling his warmth. A warmth she needed. A warmth she'd always craved. She could feel every single one of her nipples against him. "Look, I don't think-" Jason tried again. He pushed her, gently and she hissed at him, frustration and confusion showing on her face. She nipped at his shoulder, sharp teeth slicing through skin, spraying her with blood. She squealed in surprise as he cried out in pain. "Ow, fuck!" Jason yelled, clapping a hand to his shoulder. "You fucking bit me!" "NO!" Abigail screeched. This wasn't at all what was supposed to happen. "No this!" He was supposed to love her! He wasn't supposed to be mad! This wasn't right! This wasn't right at all! She grabbed him, long, clawed fingers digging into his shoulders. Her powerful, furred legs dug in and he toppled backwards while she fell astride him. "Like this!" she told him. Her claws ripped his shirt to expose his smooth chest. Blood covered his chest and neck. She clicked her tongue. His chest wasn't furred. This wasn't right. Not right. Jason was yelling at her but the words became formless noise to Abigail's ears as letters had to her eyes. He bucked weakly against her weight so she hissed at him to show her displeasure. Black leeched into the brown iris of her eyes. More and more lines of black appeared until the brown was consumed. Her eyes bulged slightly as black flooded them, leaving nothing else. Her jaw cracked, shoving her face forward into a short muzzle. Brown fur twisted from her skin, tracing down from her hairline to cover her jaw. Fur raced across her face over the bridge of her muzzle before flowing down around her chin and neck, disappearing into her sweater. Abigail chirped, pulling and shrugging at her sweater until she figured out how to move her arms to get it off. Her ears shifted, growing through her chestnut brown hair. They rotated as the sounds of the party changed around her. Her chest was slick with sweat. Beads of it welling and dripping onto Jason's bare, hairless chest. She cried out, hunching her back as it cracked and lengthened. Thick brown fur spread from her spine to cover her back. Jason gasped below her, face white with fear and blood loss. She reached for him then, as her ten tiny nipples bulged into small breasts. White liquid welled from the tips of eight of her nipples as her teats finished growing. Drops of her milk fell to Jason's body to mix with the sweat and blood. Fur crept around her sides to cover her stomach, silver mixing with the brown until only her twelve pink nipples were left bare. One hand on Jason's face, the other on his shoulder, she tended to him. Her mate. Her tongue rasped against the bloody gouge over and over. Black fur broke the surface of his skin around the cut. Again and again she cleaned him, rubbing at the blood on her face in between tongue lashings. The wound healed and Jason moaned, arching his back. He spoke again with his words but Abigail squeaked at him in reply. Her tail was growing. Sliding against her legs, straining the tape holding it in place. A vague memory of an alleyway surfaced. Of a hairless doe riding her hairless buck. She worked her hips in a jerky imitation of it. Pushing herself further down, Abigail licked at Jason's lips. He tossed his head slowly side-to-side but the second time she licked him, he licked back. His hands gripped her large ass while she flexed on top of him. She felt his hands spasm on her, sliding against the fabric of her sweatpants until sharp points of pain dug into her. Jason pulled with his growing claws, tearing at her pants. The medical tape ripped under his claws and her tail flailed wildly until it snapped the rest of it, making her squeak in pain as some of her fur came with it. Her sex, swollen and furred and dripping from her heat, slid against the rough fabric of Jason's jeans. She moaned and chirped and pressed harder. Beneath her, fur spread in waves from Jason's pants. His words began mixing with high pitched squeaks and chirps. Abigail nipped playfully at his ears when they began to lengthen. A strange scent caused Abigail to pause. She lifted her nose to locate the smell but then looked down. Jason's cock was thick and pink and sliding along his furred stomach. His pants bulged as his crotch swelled. The jean's single button snapped undone while the building pressure slowly forced the zipper down. Abigail moved back to press her nose against him, breathing deeply of his changing cock. She watched as the folds of pink skin grew up to surround the rounded head. Abigail chirped in excitement, pulling at his jeans in order to see more of him. Jason's legs cracked and he flailed above her in pain, chittering and squealing. His legs broke and reformed, bulging now with their own growths. His right shoe creaked in protest until it fairly exploded trying to contain his expanding paws. Claws pierced his left shoe, pushing at it until the laces broke and the shoe fell apart. He scrabbled at the ground with his expanding paws, arching his back in pain. Abigail held him tightly, licking at his furred chest in an attempt to calm him. The young man's jeans popped like a string of firecrackers, the seams breaking under the strain of his new muscles. "Abi-" Jason tried to say as his jaw broke, pushing forward into a new, furred muzzle. His brilliant eyes bulged as the black pupils seemed to expand until nothing else was left except the inky darkness. He clawed at the air once, twice and then settled, panting. Jason's fur was slick with sweat from his change. He pushed Abigail gently and stood for a moment on two legs. She stood with him, hugging him close, their scents mixing. She startled as she felt his tail slide against her but her own tail seemed to reach back for him and they twined together. Abigail turned, her back to her mate, their tails still twisted together at the tip. With a glance backward, she went to all fours and raised her hips. Her sweats and tights lay in tatters against her body but her sex, glistening behind wet fur lay open to the air. Jason sniffed, breathing deeply of her scent. He groaned as his testicles expanded slowly below his thick, blunt cock. New, stronger hormones raged through both of them. There were no pups. They had to mate. They had to grow their Mischief. Abigail shuddered under the intense desire. She raised her tail and it curled back to lay heavily over her shoulder. Her paws dug deeply into the carpet as she spread her legs. Jason bent to her, fur against fur. He slid forward and his cock rubbed against her asshole before he adjusted and it slid down. Her pussy burned with heat and she shoved herself back against him. Jason's blunt cock, twisted and probed. The two rubbed back and forth against each other until the tip of him slid her open. Abigail froze, quivering. Needing. Wanting. Her ears vibrated from the ache running along her body and she ground her teeth over and over. Jason's claws gripped her own hands and a fragment of their human lives held each other tightly. He pushed into her, slick cock against her tight, wet pussy. She hissed slowly at the pain of it, shaking her muzzle back and forth. She took all of him in her furry, virgin pussy. He forced her own juices out of her and they mixed with her fur before dripping to the ground. He pressed forward until his oversized testicles pressed against her wetness. Abigail felt him strain and he chirped above her over and over while his own paws dug in behind them. Her still human pussy lips stretched and gripped against her mate when he pulled out. She cried out at the emptiness he left behind until he pressed back into her. It was easier this time. And more pleasurable. Her pussy drooled at every motion, filling the room with their scent. Jason pressed his muzzle against the fur of her shoulder and then reached around to grab a breast. Abigail buckled under him, squeaking, and he fell above her, accidentally ramming his cock hard into her. She spasmed, liquid jetting out of her swollen pussy, coating Jason's belly with her cum. Marking him. Marking her mate. Abigail lashed out, biting around her until her teeth found the corner of a wooden dresser. She bit in, sharp teeth breaking a chunk of the wood while the orgasm rocked through her body. Jason shuddered as her pussy squeezed him again and again, milking his cock. He wrapped his strong arms around her body and began pumping into her. Abigail's entire body was incredibly sensitive and she hissed at him, wanting him to stop while begging for him to keep going. Her furred stomach bulged as he pounded into her, her lower nipples rubbing against the rough carpet, driving her even more crazy. Faster and faster Jason worked his hips. His huge sack slapped against her pussy over and over until she was cumming again, squirting more of her scent over both of them. Abigail's jaws worked as she felt Jason's absurdly large cock swell. Her long, ear shattering squeak went beyond human hearing as he came inside of her. Thick, ropy strands of his cum filled her before until she thought she would burst. Jason held her tight, bucking and chirping above her from his own orgasm. Dogs howled in the distance, driven mad by Abigail's shrill cry. Her tail flicked back, striking her mate and leaving welts with each hit. Welts hidden beneath thick fur. They lay together for a moment before, as one, they raised their muzzles, ears flicking back. Jason pulled slowly back until he popped free. Abigail's stretched pussy held open for a moment before contracting back. Huge spurts of Jason's cum leaked from that brief opening until her fur was sticky with it. Both of them stood and crept to the doorway cautiously. Pandemonium. Tables were overturned. Food and drink were strewn about the entire house. Abigail watched as a horrified boy sat naked on the couch. A young woman rocked back and forth on his cock. Transparent wings fluttered from her back and, beneath her skin was a dark, shiny blackness. Her head was thrown in ecstasy and Abigail watched the girl's eyes bulge from their sockets. Larger and larger, fragmenting into grids as they grew until they nearly covered her face. Her jaw opened and then continued opening until a black mass pushed through. Black claws burst through her feet and thick. Along her body, hairs as thick as her fingers pushed through, splitting her skin open. The boy stared at his own fingers as shiny black claws ripped through the tips of them. He tried to scream but his face bulged, eyes moving to the sides as they too began to grow into a huge, bulging compound eyes. He was pushed forward as the flesh from his back tore to reveal two huge, wet new wings. His strange mouth opened and a tube-like tongue flicked against the girl's still human nipples. She buzzed in pleasure at his attentions. "No!" A nearby girl cried out. She was on the ground and completely naked. Sweat lined her body. "Oh god, please no no no no!" Behind her, a boy held her naked ass open, exposing her slick, wet lips despite her protestations. A short tail whipped behind the boy and his left foot clawed at the floor. His foreskin bulged and strained as his cock grew and he pressed it against the girl's pussy. She scrabbled at the floor in a panic as her fingers elongated. She gasped, head back as the skin along her belly puckered and tightened into rows of new teats. Thick brown nipples pushed through the growing areola. She fell to her heavy breasts, twisting and mewling as her spine popped. Her body lengthened and her neck stretched out before her. The pained expression on her face slowly twisted into a smile and she moaned, rubbing her slick lips against the boy's thick cock. Her lips pulled back, two lip rings stretching with them as her muzzle grew out. A small, silvered nose stud fell to the ground below her. Black hair sprouted from her pussy lips and she hissed in pleasure as the boy finally entered her. Another boy pushed frantically at a girl as she knelt before him, head bobbing up and down on his cock. Her body was covered in sweat and her expression was nearly manic in its concentration. Dozens of small brown points wiggled from the side of her body. The girl slumped to the ground, forcing the boy to his knees while she continued to relentlessly suck on him. She pushed herself up with her free hand and her body cracked in the middle. Abigail watched curiously, muzzle cocked at an angle while the girl expanded. Her skin stretched and snapped bloodlessly to expose a red carapace. Waving red legs pushed from her sides as her body slid against the carpet of the growing, long and longer. The boy cried out, clutching at his sides. Tiny points pierced his skin and he screamed, clawing at them with his fingers. The girl pulled away from him to rise up on a huge centipede's fat body, curling herself carefully around the changing boy. He clapped his hands to his head, tears streaming down his face. His scalp bulged and tore, exposing two growing antenna while the still-changing girl protected him. A naked, moaning petite redheaded girl getting fucked while bent over the arm of one of the couches looked up, her glazed eyes suddenly growing lucid. She shrieked and pulled away, stumbling towards Abigail. Falling to her knees, she clawed at her legs with long nails. She stood and stumbled again, curling into a tight ball. Black dots appeared along her naked back. She cried out as one of the dots swelled to emit a wet, black rod. The rod dried quickly in the air and unfolded into a single black feather. More black rods slid through her back and the holes began to appear around her body. She looked up at Abigail, fear and pain in her eyes. "P- please," she gasped as her eyes filled with black. Her boyfriend stood behind her on dull black leg ending in four thick clawed feet as feathers bloomed from his arms. "Carrie!" He cried out. "Carr... Ca... CAAW!" The boy flapped his arms, filling with room with a strong gust of wind. And, with it, the overpowering scent of a demonic orgy. The smell seemed to throw everyone into a frenzy. The girl Carrie cocked her head to the side, her expression changing. She blinked her eyes and opened her mouth as if to call out again. Her teeth cracked, falling to the ground around her. Her face bulged forward into a small, hooked beak. She opened the growing beak to show a tongue hardening into a black lump and gave out a loud inhuman cry. A black claw ripped through the heel of her foot, sliding from her flesh and revealing a dark black skin beneath it. Another black claw ripped through her big toe, dragging the toe out into a long claw. She flapped her arms as they broke and reshaped, feathers sprouting en masse. She flapped again, flailing on the ground until her boyfriend picked her up in large, winged arms. Another couple sat on a different couch. The girl, short rat tail flailing happily behind her, rode her boyfriend's cock, grunting and moaning with each movement. His cock changed inside of her, thickening and bringing her to orgasm again and again and she dug into his back with furred claws. He gripped her tail, pulling hard while licking at her furry breasts with a half changed muzzle. She licked her lips, face still completely human while begging him to change her, to make her his bitch. Telling him she was his dirty whore and his little slut. Foul words rolled off of her tongue until her words lost meaning. Soon she was squealing and chirping as she leaned back to let him lick and bite at her growing nipples. Abigail watched as the gigantic centipedes from earlier slipped quietly through the front door. Long and flat and sleek, they raced with incredible speed before disappearing into the darkness. Two couples, their fur sleek and whiskers long, came to Abigail, nervously presenting themselves until Abigail consented to groom them. More followed later in the night until the bedroom was a mass of large, furred shapes, grooming and sleeping in a huge, warm pile. Abigail watched drowsily as the crows hopped their way to the door to take flight in a huge rush of wind, leaves and huge black feathers. Two by two and sometimes by more, they all left the house until only Abigail's Mischief was left. Her eyelids drooped as a male, Jason or one of the others, groomed and stroked her. She knew they would have to find a new home by the following night and her old human mind helpfully offered up a picture of a big heavy disc along with a specific scent. She intuitively knew that, beneath that cover, lie a new home. They would defer to her, she knew, as she was the first of them all. Her right hand spasmed briefly and she hissed. She felt... something.. pulling at her, far to the distance and her right hand flared with pain again as if to underscore the importance of it. Strange images filled her limited mind. Her whiskers twitched at thoughts of the furless They appeared, some almost seemingly familiar despite how impossible that had to be. A large, clawed hand squeezed one of her furred breasts reassuringly while she struggled with the alien thoughts. A presence filled her mind, buzzing and raging and pushing at her. The fur along her back stood on end. More hands and tongues reached for her, feeling her unease. They soothed her, stroking and grooming her until she finally gave up. Abigail would move them the next night and they would slowly make their way to the beacon burning brightly in the distance. The pressure in her brain lessened at her acceptance. With a near-human sigh, she settled into her place, once again feeling the warmth pull her to sleep. Hairless shapes walking on two legs among fields and farms filled her mind. So oddly familiar. She knew what she was supposed to do now. She knew her purpose. She would grow her Mischief until her children were innumerable. Abigail drifted into a deep sleep as booming, buzzing laughter filled her ears.