6 comments/ 14400 views/ 14 favorites Winter Coat By: Lycandope "I need another blanket," Susan muttered. "This is ridiculous." The walls of the young woman's tent rippled against the light wind and she shivered under her blankets as the cold settled densely around her. The constant light snowfall pelted her tent with muttered pattering sounds. Susan peeked over the edge of her covers to watch her small tent sway. She could feel the cold somehow reaching through the blankets to seep into her and her bones ached from it. She weighed her options. On one hand, she felt like she could survive well enough with her parka, clothes, gloves, hat and four blankets. Going outside meant opening the tent and letting the sparse heat out. But, on the other hand, she had another thick comforter in the back of her Subaru. Susan shifted on the thick padding as she considered. "The beach," Susan said, her voice muffled by covers. "Hot tea just brewed. Oh, hot coffee. That's a good one. Walking into a bakery during winter. Fireplaces. Summer. In Florida. Aw, man." Susan wriggled from beneath her blankets and gasped at the sudden sharp hardness of the surrounding cold. Once she'd pulled on her boots, she unzipped the double lining to her tent and moaned as the wind wrapped its invisible arms around her. "J... just a little... oh Jesus. Just a little..." The ground and trees around her were covered with thick, smooth snow. The sky was the color of a dark bruise and she could barely see through the distance. A small part of her whispered in fear that she didn't know which direction she was parked but she was sure she'd faced the tent towards her car. Mostly sure. Susan set off, crunching through the snow as lightly as possible. She used small tree trunks as handholds when she passed them and occasionally tested the ground when she wasn't sure about her footing. While this wasn't her first camping trip in the Northern Cascades, it was her first in winter and her first in this spot. She was fairly certain the area had no drop-offs but she wanted to take no chances. Silvery moonlight occasionally lit her way when the clouds parted enough to allow light through. This is taking too long, she told herself. I should be at the car by now and I can't even see it. Real fear started setting in as she paused to look around. Her feet ached in her boots so she tried to move her toes. Through the near silence of the forest around her she heard the sound of a car engine. Susan's heart leapt in relief. If there's a car coming then that means the road is nearby and the turnoff should be close, she told herself. Susan tucked her arms into her armpits and hid her face. She couldn't see the road but she decided to angle slightly to the right. With a low howl, the wind picked up and snow flurries thickened. She could feel her ears burning in the hood of her parka. The light from the car flashed and then vanished as it took turns and went over hills. It sounded louder but- Suddenly, the vehicle was in front of her. Susan had a moment to make out a large pickup truck with a small snowplow mounted on the front. She squawked and stepped back. Susan's brain registered the soft snap of thick, semi-solid snow breaking but it was too late. Her eyes caught the startled eyes of the driver as she fell over backwards. Too slow, she pulled her arms from her sides and flailed at the tree next to her but she was already falling. Tumbling and turning through the air, she tried to scream but the cold stole her breath. Her life story did not flash before her eyes. She said no prayer and formed no coherent though. Over and over in her mind she thought, I'm falling! I'm falling! I'm falling! I'm- The ground appeared suddenly and violently and she mercifully couldn't remember the impact. Susan woke to herself gagging and, when she coughed, she tasted blood. Her head spun violently when she opened her eyes so she closed them again. Her whole body was in pain but it seemed to radiate from her left side. Every time she breathed in, she winced. Susan rolled to her right and groaned as her left side sent waves of nausea down her body. She forced her eyes open to look. "F... fuck." Susan groaned. A rib. A rib was halfway out of her left side. The blood soaking it was shockingly red in the sudden harsh moonlight and Susan wanted to throw up. "Wait... just... wait..." Wisps of steam spiraled above the wound and the cold burned her. Far above her she heard a voice call out but she couldn't make out the words. Susan slowly reached for the rib and then touched it gingerly. It moved and she felt the tip of it digging deep within her. With trembling hands, she pulled and the bone came out. Susan hissed through clenched teeth at the feeling of it moving through her flesh. Now, with the bone out, the pain in her side lessened and she rolled to her back. She'd made a small snow crater when she hit the ground and she now lay within. She felt tired. Susan held the bone above her eyes, squinting through the pain to look at it. It was old and pocked with small holes and dark with age or dirt. "Not... not... not mine. Hah. Haah." Susan's numb right arm dropped to her side and the bone tumbled away. "Pretty," she whispered. Snow whirled above her in the semi-darkness. She couldn't feel the cold much anymore. Someone was yelling and crashing around but all she saw was the delicate dance of the snowflakes as they fell ceaselessly from the sky. Her breath melted smaller flakes as she talked quietly. "Warm... warm showers. Hot pockets straight from the microwave. Gross but so good. Hot tubs. The sun on... on... on..." Susan's eyes slowly closed and the world winked out around her. Winter Coat Grabbing the front of her bra, Susan pulled. Her biceps bulged beneath thick fur and the fabric snapped, freeing her engorged breasts. Susan growled at the release. She kneeled, sitting back on her legs and the length of them felt unusual. As carefully as possible, Susan cupped her breasts, feeling the rough padding on her smooth black skin. And then, she ran her paws down her stomach. Something was happening on her lower stomach. Susan felt a peculiar sort of pulling deep within the pit of her stomach as things moved around. Susan leaned back and newly formed hard stomach muscle flexed in the overhead light. She was entirely lean now, her stomach full of hard. In two lines down the side of her stomach, six circular patches of skin darkened slightly. In the center of those patches, the skin turned nearly completely black and she felt them push out. Nipples, she saw. Susan grabbed her larger breasts and pulled them to the side as she watched six new nipples twist and grow from small patches of areola. She moaned, carefully biting her lip with sharpened fangs and, unable to help herself, she touched one of the new nipples. At first she felt nothing but something tugged in her gut and she moaned again as the nipple hardened, responding to her touch. Susan felt a different kind of prickling sensation on her lower stomach. She gently pushed the band of her pants down, exposing her mound. Light gray fur grew around her crotch, slowly at first and then faster. The fur poured up her body, surrounding the new nipples and then in a line up her chest and between her upper breasts. A soft sigh escaped her lips. It felt as if a lover's hand was trailing along her secret spots as the soft gray and black fur spread over her body. Her lower nipples disappeared beneath the fur but then reappeared as tiny breasts pushed them out. Susan placed her paws on her thighs and then spread her legs. Something caught deep in her throat and a raspy, growly purr rumbled deep within. She kneaded her thigh muscles and they twitched under the attention. As if responding to her touch, her thighs expanded, skin and yoga pants stretching to accommodate muscles easily doubling in size. She could feel her ass growing and the combination of her thighs and ass thickening pushed at her pussy lips. Susan's claws came out of her sheaths as she rumbled her deep purr, reveling in the sensations in her lower body. I like this. Feels nice. Feels nice. More. Want more. Susan slowly wriggled back and forth, spreading her larger ass cheeks open and closed over and over. Focused thoughts became more difficult but she hardly noticed. More, she thought. Flexing slightly, her claws came all the way out and she traced a claw tip from the crotch of her pants and up to the band. The thin material separated easily, exposing her wetness. She purred louder and then cut the rest of her pants away from her body. The light black skin of her legs was vanishing beneath a growing carpet of gray and black fur. Densely defined muscles flexing as she sat up on her knees. Susan groaned and fell to her hands. Her upper breasts hung heavy and full and furry to the ground below her. She dug her back claws into the floor and stretched, luxuriating in the feel of her new muscles. In the size of her new body. Her black yoga pants fell to the floor in tatters around her. Muscles and tendons and bones popped in her back as her upper body widened further. She licked at her lips and felt the roughness of her longer tongue. Fur grew up from Susan's neck and along her cheeks. The fur on her neck grew longer than the rest, curving outward. Brighter colors flared around her as her pupils squeezed into vertical slits. Susan mewled in slight pain as her jaw cracked. The skin on her upper lip separated slightly and then puffed out as her jaw pushed away from her face. She spat and bloody teeth fell to the ground. Fangs pushed through her torn gums to join her canine teeth. Susan's smooth black face disappeared under gray fur. Lines of black fur traced along her eyes and to the side of her face. Her ears twitched as they grew in length and size, light fur growing out to cover them. Small white hairs grew from the inside of her ears as the ears themselves grew to points, tipped in pure black fur. Finally, long white whiskers pushed painfully from the skin over her mouth. Susan stood, feeling her breasts settle against the fur of her chest. She held herself up on the kitchen countertop as she tried out her legs. My legs? Why? Fur on me? Something. Wrong. Is wrong. Something. Who? Why? The fur along her belly was slightly lighter than the rest of her body. Standing on the tips of her feet felt right and the fur on her ears nearly brushed the ceiling. Susan tried to look behind herself when she felt skin moving above her ass. Unseen to her, fur and skin pushed out from her tail bone. A small nub of a tail grew out and she felt the fur from it sliding against the fur on her ass. A small four inch tail flexed behind her. Susan cocked her head in confusion at it. What? What that? Thing? Hungry. Food. Hot. Much hot. The cabin seemed foreign to her eyes. Some things rang familiar to her but nothing made sense. It was shapes and odd things to her eyes and mind now. And too bright. She smelled food but nothing she wanted. Susan padded around, ducking under light fixtures until she reached the door. Out. Go out. She looked at the door and knew she was supposed to do something. Something was supposed to happen so she could go out. Susan pushed at the door and then growled when nothing happened. Let out. Go out. A small part of her mind pushed her to play with the doorknob but she fumbled at it, unsure of what to do. Finally, she growled, dug her claws into the floor and pushed. The door cracked at the hinges and she fell with it. Reflexes kicked in and Susan tumbled to a roll, coming up on her hands and feet. Good. Good, she told herself. Out. The snow fell in heavy sheets and Susan reveled in it. Steam rose in clouds around her shortened muzzle and it tickled her whiskers. Scanning the ground and trees, she bounded quietly into the night on thick, padded paws; a silent streak of gray and black. Winter Coat "She..." Chris swallowed again. "Aw, I'm sorry. Yeah. That's my daughter. Was my daughter. She..." Chris closed his eyes and a hot tear rolled down his cheek. Susan laid her glass down and leaned forward, resting her hand on his. His skin was rough against hers. Rough and warm. Chris grabbed her hand and held it as he shook silently. Susan bit her lip and then reached for him. Chris folded into her arms and she laid her chin against the top of his head, holding him while he cried. He smells good, she thought. And then, immediately chastised herself for the random musing. Slowly, gently, she stroked his hair and his trembling subsided. "She was six years old," he told her. Susan continued stroking Chris' hair while he talked. "I... I was gone a lot. Me and her mom divorced earlier and I never tried very hard to take her full time. I couldn't separate out my feelings for her mom and for my daughter. Her mom was a piece of crap and I left her there. I needed to work, right? I had to pay for child support and myself and all the stuff I needed. So, I was gone. I was gone when my ex fell asleep, drunk. With a cigarette. My daughter was on the second floor of the house. Sleeping. God, I hope she was sleeping when it happened. I pray she was. Nothing was left. Nothing at all. My ex and my daughter and the house. All gone. Stupid old house wasn't properly up to code or protected. My ex had unplugged the fire alarm rather than change the battery. My daughter..." Chris choked back a sob and Susan felt her own tears as he continued. "If I'd wanted, I could've had her. My ex had a history. I could've taken her. Or at least been there more. So, I quit my job after it happened. I quit and I drank a lot and was an asshole to my friends until my best friend beat some sense into me. He worked in the forest service and got me this job. Said it would help me get my head on straight. It's been a little over a year since it happened." Susan felt a small tear drip onto her hand. Chris' voice was tremulous. "Merry Christmas, huh? It has helped. I've had a lot of time to sit and think and help other people out and it has done wonders. I just don't know what to do next." They lay on the couch together, holding each other as time stretched on. Finally, Susan reached down and turned Chris' face to hers. His eyes were red and he looked up at her, unsure of himself. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his and he jerked in surprise. Did I read him wrong? She wondered. There was always that small part of her that was unsure of men that weren't of color. But then, Chris leaned back toward hers and their lips met. It was a hesitant kiss but she could feel his desire. Not only for her but for human contact. For the simple touch of another person. The echo of her own need was painful in response. Chris turned, breaking her hold. His eyes were serious and worried. "Are you sure?" He asked. In response, Susan lay back, draping her left leg over the edge of the couch. She reached for his face and he come to her. This time, she opened her lips to him and their tongue touched. Susan wrapped her arms around his head and held him, kissing, tongues twisting as she felt a heat begin in her lower belly. Chris broke away and lowered himself to press his lips against Susan's neck. She murmured in approval and he kissed her lightly. When she felt his teeth touch her skin she felt the electricity begin to build within her. "Oh, yes," she told him. Susan moaned as his teeth sank in. "Wait," she told him. "This... damn... shirt..." Tugging and pulling, she freed herself and then lay back down again, dark skin nearly shining in the light of the fireplace. Her breast lay nearly flat against her lean body. "I've..." Chris' voice was husky. "I've wanted you all day but... but no way I act on that. No way. Not... You're a guest and..." Susan pulled the man down to her nipple and sighed as he took it in his mouth. She felt the nipple tighten as he flicked it with his tongue. The nerves along her spine lit with fire, driving all the way to her pussy and she could feel her wet lips pressing against each other. Susan gasped when Chris' teeth bit her nipple and he muttered out a "Sorry" in response. Susan twisted, digging her fingers into his back. "More. More teeth." She arched her back, moving her hips in a rocking motion as the electricity built. She wanted to touch herself so badly, to bring herself to orgasm but she held back impatiently. Waiting for him. "You're so beautiful," he told her as he pulled off of her wet nipple. Chris pulled his own shirt off and Susan admired the muscles he'd built from working in the forest. Strong shoulders, a flat stomach and big arms. He placed a hand on Susan's breast and she bit her lip, nodding at him in encouragement. The man squeezed her softly and then traced a fingernail down her side and to her hip. Susan whimpered when he reached her side and then jerked when she felt his mouth on the same spot. He bit her gently while massaging her breast. Susan groaned when he tweaked her nipple. "I," Susan paused. "I want your mouth on me. Help me with my pants. God it's been too long. You're driving me wild over here." In one smooth motion, Chris pulled of Susan's thick pans and she lie below him completely naked. Susan touched her pussy lips and then pulled her hand away. A string of her juice followed and she knew how incredibly wet she was. Chris knelt beside her and she looked him in the eyes as she brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking herself clean. She reached down with her long fingers and felt her pussy lips again. Ever so gently, she opened her sticky, wet pussy lips to him with her legs spread. "Ohhhh shiiiiit," Susan moaned as Chris eagerly bent to her wetness. His beard scratched against her clit and lips and she arched her back up to him, slim hips pushing herself harder onto his mouth. His tongue worked between her wetness and she grunted from it. Thoughts slipped away from her as he pleasured her. She was close but something was keeping her from going over the edge. "Need you," she told him, pushing his head away. "Need you in me." She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on. Couldn't remember ever needing to cum so badly. Thoughts seemed strange. Words seemed strange. But, all she knew was she was on fire. Her nerves were on edge and the pressure in her belly had her near exploding with need. She purred her need at him. "Need. Need it," she said. Chris stood and undid her pants. He wore simple white briefs and she could see a small stain where his pre-cum had leaked. She could smell him and she mewled with a sudden urgency. She pulled his underwear down to free his straining cock. With barely a thought, she grabbed his thickness and pulled him into her mouth. She pushed herself down as far as she could while cupping his balls. "Oh fuck," Chris told her. "How're you doing that with your throat? The vibrating thing? Jesus Christ. D... don't... it's been too long. I don't know how long I can last." Susan looked up, purring her delight. She touched herself and moaned. No. No. Him. Want him. She thought. Small gray hairs slowly, lazily grew from the backs of her shoulders. She could feel the nearly silent whine as her canine teeth grew, teeth grinding on teeth. She pulled off, instinctively knowing how bad it would be to have his manhood in her mouth right now. "Down. Go down." She told him. Words were becoming hard to think and to say. She felt her lip pull up as bones cracked at the base of her spine. A small movement told her that her short tail was growing in. Need. Need cum. Now. "I don't have condoms. Are you sure? I.. I wasn't expecting to have sex for... are you on birth control? Are you sure it's okay? You seem kind of- ow!" Susan nearly slammed Chris down to the ground. Her forearms and biceps bulged and strained against her skin. She growled low in her throat, rolling her neck as new shoulder muscles pushed at nerves and bones in her neck. Fur grew in around Susan's pussy as she sat astride Chris. He leaned forward to suck at her nipple and she purred her approval. Her scent flooded the room, mixing with her sweat and fur. Susan reached back to grab Chris' cock. She pressed the tip against her pussy and moaned loudly when she slowly pushed down. Her lips spread eagerly for his thickness. Chris bit her nipple and she jerked in response. Lower and lower she moved until she felt the base of him against the wet fur around her sopping cunt. Chris lack back with his eyes closed. His hands massaged Susan's breasts and she moaned, enjoying the sensation as they grew in size. They ached badly while they swelled and the massage helped. Fur crept up her stomach and she felt the muscles in her ass expand, flaring out her hips. She was close now and she rode him hard. Down and back, up and forward, pussy eagerly gripping and pulling as she moved. Her wetness was such that every time she slammed down on him, she heard the squelch of her juice. She yowled when he started pounding into her. That... that... spot... yes... spot... The electrical storm broke within her and Susan screamed in relief as her body shook. Claws ripped through her right hand and then her left and she fell heavily onto Chris, unable to work her hips. He continued pounding into her until he grunted once, twice and then she felt his cock swell. She growled, purring as his hot seed poured into her. Susan lashed out with her rough tongue, licking the side of his face and then whining as her jaw cracked, extending out of her face. "Fuck, that... that... Oh Jesus! What the fuck!" Chris opened his eyes to see Susan above him. She was nearly completely covered in light gray and black fur. Her brown eyes were slit like a cat and she had a short muzzle. Long white whiskers pushed away from her face and she rubbed at them with a huge hand. Chris pushed back from Susan and his dick pulled out, still throbbing and wet from her. Susan purred and bent toward him. A tongue, far longer than it should be, rolled out of her mouth and he shuddered as it wrapped around his cock. "No! What the-! Hey!" Susan looked at Chris in confusion and then grunted in pain as her thigh muscles grew. Spurts of thick white cum pushed out between her pussy lips, dripping down to the ground while the muscles trembled. She looked huge compared to what she'd been. Her leg muscles from thigh to calves to feet were massive, made for running and leaping. Her fur was thick and a small, non-scared part of him wanted to run his hands through it. While he watched, six sets of small breasts pushed at the fur on her lower belly. Six nipples identical to her much larger top breasts sat atop small little a-cup breasts, mostly hidden beneath that thick fur. Her hands - paws - looked deadly and they were at least the size of his head. She reached for him and he held his hands up. "No. Susan. What... I don't-" She stood. The fur on Susan's inner thighs was slick with their cum and her breasts were magnificent and he cursed himself for noticing both things. She was at least seven feet tall at her full height. Susan looked at him for a moment and then turned. Nestled just above her ass was a small stub of a tail. And then, Susan dropped to her hands and feet and crashed through the front door. The wind roared its welcome to her. Chris stared after her. "What have I done? Oh god, she'll..." Freeze out there, he almost said. "I can't just..." Chris grabbed his pants, pulling them on and then gingerly zipping up the front. His found his shirt, jacket and boots and then was outside. "SUSAN! SUSAN!" I can't leave her out there. I can't. What if something happens to her? What if... He stopped and grit his teeth. What if I lose her, too? "SUSAN!" Chris yelled. Either she left no tracks or the snow quickly covered them. Chris spent an hour tromping through the snow, yelling after her but, finally, he gave up. Chris made his way back to his cabin, shivering and stamping his toes. Barely stopping to take his boots off, Chris grabbed his blanket and lay down in front of the fire. His fingers and toes burned badly. "Stupid," he told himself. "Stupid fucking idiot." He played the last day over and over in his mind. She was surprise at the fall and the bruise and... she would've told me, right? If she knew this would happen, she would've said, right? What if she didn't know? What if... Exhaustion and stress took him. He dreamed, as he almost always did, of the house. The burning house. His daughter wasn't sleeping. She was never sleeping in his dream. She was screaming. Screaming for him. The house was an inferno. Too hot. Too... ... warm. Chris woke and felt a great weight against him. The fire was low behind him but in front, pushed against him... "Susan," Chris whispered. She was still changed as before and she felt even more solid than she'd looked. More solid and incredibly warm. The fur on her shoulders pressed against his face and he pressed back, burying himself in her scent and warmth. She smelled of winter and woods and melted snow. Carefully, he reached over her, nearly cursing as his fingers touched her swollen left breast. Susan shifted, pressing herself back against him and he felt her tail move. Slowly, he moved his fingers down, stopping when he felt the thick bunch of fur around her mound. He stroked the fur of her belly and it calmed him. A slow, lazy purr sounded deep in Susan's throat as he scratched at the flesh beneath the fur. The low, steady sound combined with her warmth lulled him back to sleep.