Kate swayed on her feet when the subway lurched into motion. Its deep rumble always bookended her workday, and thank god this trip was homeward. Today had been awful. Four meetings, a truncated lunch break, and a minor emergency with a major client that ate up five straight hours of her time. She'd gotten absolutely nothing done and her feet hurt. Kate cricked her neck and sighed, closing her eyes, listening for the quiet hum of the nuke engine in the locomotive car ahead. She couldn't hear it.
"God, it's been one of those days. I can't wait to get home and soak in the tub." Nobody replied, but she hadn't been talking to them anyway. The car was only half-full or so; it was hard to see in the dim, flicking light, but it looked like about a quarter bums, half businessmen like herself, and a quarter miscellaneous. This being New York, it was an eclectic mix of races--some black, some Asian, some of those things that science made if for no other reason than it could.
Kate snorted. Thanks, twenty-second century! No flying cars, no fusion power, but if I'm willing to drop ten grand I can go to the sexateria and get pounded by a six-foot-four Big Bad Wolf morph. Kate bent down and rubbed at her sore ankles. Having an entire race either be or be descended from sex workers... that had to be doing some cultural damage. If you knew where to look, you could still spot first-gen morphs in the way they carried themselves.
She realized she'd been staring when the tiger fellow started to purr. Kate cursed under her breath and sent her gaze out the window instead. This time around, the stereotypes weren't just negatives that good people were supposed to ignore--for every protester saying there wasn't a difference between humans and morphs, there was a scientist pointing out the dozens of changes she worked oh so hard on. The companies wanted bigger dicks, better tits, and more sex drive; they got 'em, but they also got a couple inches of average height, four or five points of IQ, dozens of other little perks, and immunity to the common cold because why the fuck not.
'Course, when word of that got out, people were furious that their kids didn't have the same advantage. The corporations realized the market soon enough. They rushed a handful of gene treatments out the door which the FDA promptly rubberstamped, no oversight, thanks to the rioting of those same protesters. Result? The same injection that makes little Johnny smarter might make him sex-crazed. Do it in the womb and your kid might be born with a tail. What a god-damned mess.
The car began a long, slow turn that told Kate she was halfway home. Kate sighed, resting her head on her arm. The worst part, the very worst part of it all was her job at a popular civil-suit law firm. Social upheaval found its way to her office more often than not. There was no escaping her job. Go home? Try to unwind? Good game, sport--the TV's full of your clients or people who might become your clients. Go out with friends? Better hope they never talk about the news.
Kate grumbled as she tugged at the scrunchie holding her hair up, eventually freeing it to spill down the back of her suit. It was a sort of dusky brown but the blonde roots were starting to show. Wouldn't be long before she had to dye it again, and god dammit her feet hurt.
Everyone in the car rocked forward as it came to a shaky stop. The door hissed, opened halfway, clanged, shut most of the way, pinged, and finally opened completely. Whew. Sooner or later it would give up and leave the passengers trapped, but not today. Kate stumbled out, up the stairs, and into the open air, taking a deep breath of the smoggy air because fuck it, who wants to live forever?
She started down the street toward her apartment complex, heels clacking against the pavement. Would today be the day? She looked around, but neither the anonymous pedestrians nor cussing motorists offered any clues. The gym would appear on her left, soon. She had a sports bra and some shorts tucked in the back of her tote. She needed the exercise.
She passed the gym. Procrastination forty, good sense zero. Kate giggled under her breath, berating herself for the ritual more than anything. Why bother lugging the stuff around if
"Oof! Hey buddy, watch where you're going!" When the man didn't reply, several things registered to Kate, all in order. First: She'd run into him. Second: he was a huge tower of a man. Three: he was holding a picket sign. Four: He was part of a crowd blocking any hope of getting to her apartment. Five: She could hear sirens in the distance and they were getting louder. Kate frowned.
It wasn't just that she was sick of hearing about this stuff. She was, sure, but it was more than that. These things could turn violent with little warning. So six: the gym was looking a lot more attractive all of a sudden. Kate mumbled an apology and scurried away, planning to hide out until it blew over.
After a minute or two, she was staring up at her old nemesis. 'Nero's Gym', proclaimed the bright purple neon lettering. A women's only gym, tailored more to casual exercise than serious bodybuilding. The tagline: Play the Stairmaster while Rome burns. She snorted, thinking of the protestors. "Fair enough, sign. Fair enough." Kate gathered her courage, took a deep breath, coughed, cursed the smog, and stepped inside anyway.
Finally and at long last, the gym. Pebbly rubber mat floors, scattered exercise equipment, inexplicable raised dais at the back with smooth rubber mat coating. Handful of people using the machines, some others doing aerobics, mix of morphs and regular folk. Mid-volume techish music thudding in the background, lending everyone some rhythm. And the smell--
Kate blinked. There wasn't a smell. There was always a smell, in every gym she'd ever even heard of, but nothing. Not even the chemical perfume of cleaning spray. She paused to rub the back of her neck. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all."
"I'd hope not." Someone giggled behind her. "First time in Nero's?"
Kate smiled and turned around, hand still out in the air. She didn't manage to say anything more than "Hi."
The woman standing before her was tall, easily three or four inches moreso than Kate, but that wasn't it. She had a music player on her hip with a cord going to one ear, but the other ear was open and that wasn't it either. She was a black-furred wolf morph, but that wasn't it either, even though Kate had always been uncomfortable around morphs. She looked better than Kate, too, but even though that normally bugged her, it wasn't it.
No, the reason that Kate sharply inhaled through her smile was a bit more obvious. The woman had been wearing nothing but a purple silk sports bra and matching thong. When Kate turned around, her raised hand had landed directly on that warm boob-filled silk. Even better, the bra was emblazoned with the name of the gym.
Sure, she jerked her hand away. She even managed an embarrassed laugh. But that silk, that priceless, real silk... Kate shuddered. "Er, I hadn't planned on coming here today, but there's the protest and all."
The morph had been walking away, but she turned back. "Hm?" Her mouth was still curled in that predatory grin her kind had.
Kate shrugged, unwilling to lie directly. "Well, I can't really exercise in the suit..."
"Ah, so you can't. It just so happens we do have some sportswear here," Yes! Kate bit her lip to keep quiet, but if they actually had silk here! Real, comes-from-a-worm millionaire-only silk! Eee! "Unusual, I know, but people often find themselves coming here even when they don't plan to." The wolfess grinned again, tapping the side of her muzzle.
Kate forced a polite laugh. "Thanks." Why did they have silk? Had they ordered some huge number of clothes back before the world ecology collapsed? They must not know what treasure they had! "Where can I...?" She only owned one piece of it, she'd saved for months to buy it--it was barely big enough to cover her hand. Having such expensive tastes was a curse, but the libido wants what the libido wants. Damn the expense.
The morph was walking away. "Don't worry about cost, I'll cover you!" She shouted over her shoulder. "Just head over to the restroom, I'll slide it under the door."
Kate did as she was told, picking her way past the women on the floor toward the door in the back. She slipped inside the restroom. No smell here either? Kate shook her head--amazing, it really was. They must have some incredible air conditioning. She could still hear the music, though. Kate picked a stall and waited.
Wait, this was stupid. Why had she picked a stall? Was she supposed to wait by the sinks? Or should she have waited outside. Kate frowned. Why--
"Hey, are you here?" There was the voice again, a warm caress just a hair lower pitch than human average. Science worked on the vocals, too.
"Y-yeah, I'm in here." Kate started loudly but got quiet fast.
The wolfess gave a warm laugh. The lights in the bathroom flickered, making Kate blink. "Relax, don't be so nervous." A short pause. "You'll be out on the machines and working your troubles away soon enough. Here, this should be in your size."
A plastic-wrapped package slid under the door. Kate blushed--the morph was right, exactly so. Had the wolf eyed her up? All first-gen morphs were basically omnisexual. Was that why the morph was helping her? Was she being hit on? The stall felt more like a cell and she was growing more nervous by the second. Still, it was worth it to get at the priceless silk.
"So, what's your name?" That warm voice brought Kate back to the present. Reminding her that she needed to play along to escape.
"Kate. What's yours?" She shrugged out of her suitcoat, folding it carefully and setting it on her tote.
"Sasha." Definitely first-gen. "Pleased to meet you. I know I asked before, but I missed your answer--is this your first time at Nero's?"
"First, ah--" she almost stumbled when her pants were half-off, but managed to catch herself at the last second. "first time in any gym, actually." Wait, that sounded bad. Better explain. "I had a treadmill before I moved to the city, but there just wasn't any room for it in my new place."
"Makes sense."
"It paid off. Well, it and a little silicon, business world being what it is." It was out before she could stop it, so she cussed under her breath instead. Her head just wasn't working right today. Or maybe it was being in the gym? Either way, a dumb faux pas. She bumbled on. "Problem was, once I moved and went a few weeks without exercising it was damn hard to start again. I've walked past this gym dozens of times, but it took that protest to actually get me in the door."
The wolf murred. A strange sound unique to morphs, not quite a purr. More of a playful growl, suffused with warmth and depth. "I know how it can be, don't worry." The lights flickered again, making Kate grin--somehow, knowing that the gym had problems too made her feel at ease. "You'll enjoy yourself out there, I guarantee it." Kate nodded. That was true.
She stood naked, savoring the moment. The bra and thong were simple, small, and together worth more than two years' pay. And--ooohh... The silk on her tits felt divine, made her feel like royalty, full of class and dignity and taste... but the thong, the thong was sliding over her pussylips and...
Kate bit her lower lip hard and tried to remember what her grandfather looked like. There was a first-gen probably-bisexual morph right outside the door! If she got wet then the wolf would be sure to smell it and take it the wrong way. It was all Kate could do not to finger herself through the silk, but she held her peace.
She'd worked her shorts out of her tote before she realized what lie she'd told to get the silk in the first place. "Ah, Sasha? There's no shorts in the package." Wait. No shorts? A sports bra, sure, but a sports thong? Who’d ever heard of such a thing? Why did the gym have its own thong? Oh, well, no matt--
"You'll be fine. You've got a better body than most of the people out there. What've you got to be embarrassed about?"
"Oh. Uh, thanks. Okay. I'm ready." Kate said it more to convince herself. No shorts meant no wet spots allowed, which meant no thinking about how horny it made her to be finally feeling the object of her lust caressing her stiff nipples and sliding over her moist, hot pussy...
Outside the door, the wolfess sniffed the air. Damn! Got to keep those thoughts under control, Kate. It was hard: without any access to silk, even a modest amount like this set her off. Like a starving woman finding stale bread delicious. She scooped her clothes up in one arm, her tote in the other, and opened the door. Sasha was still there, fiddling with that music player hooked onto her thong.
"I'll take the suit and tote for you, it'll be in the cubbies in back. You go have fun." She grinned, a strange sight since the lights picked that time to flicker again. "Don't worry, you'll relax and enjoy yourself once you get out there." Kate nodded. She would enjoy relaxing.
Kate groaned inwardly. She could smell Sasha, now--a faintly alluring musk designed to appeal to either gender, but that wasn't the bad part. If Kate could smell Sasha, Sasha could definitely smell Kate. She practically shoved her things at the wolf and scurried toward the door. It didn't matter if the morph stole her clothes so long as Kate kept hold of the precious, incredibly expensive, libido-hammering silk.
Safe at last out on the floor, wearing that blissful silk, she breathed a sigh of relief. Sasha was right; now that Kate was out here, nothing seemed to bother her. She strode confidently over to an exercise machine--she didn't know what kind, but the principle seemed simple enough. Sit down, then put feet on pedals, then pedal with feet. Kate smiled. She could do this.
She climbed into the machine and started pedaling, slowly, content with the ritual more than any actual workout. It was better, far better than it had been alone on the stairmaster--somehow, being here made it better. The time flew by as she pedaled, listening to the gentle thump of the music, enjoying the feel of the motion. Sasha had put it best: she was relaxed and enjoying herself. If she couldn't have her bath, this would do nicely. More than once, she even dozed off, only to perk back up and find herself still lazily pedaling. Relaxed and enjoying herself.
After a while, she didn't know how long, Kate heard something that made her pay more attention.
"Hah, you know how it is." The voice was Sasha's, somewhere nearby. "Did get a new patron today, though. Gave her some complimentary sportswear out of my own stash--business type, cares about her body. She's a keeper."
The reply held a faint southern twang, just barely audible. "Good for you. At this rate, Nero's will be..." the conversation trailed off, but it left Kate embarrassed and a little guilty. That's why the morph had been so eager to help--Sasha wasn't hitting on Kate, she was recruiting her! Viewed in that light, the flattery, the gifts, and especially the handling of her things all made far more sense.
Her cheeks were burning. She'd made such an ass of herself. Of course Sasha felt free to compliment Kate's body--she'd started it with the crack about her implants. It was hard to really be upset with how much she was relaxed and enjoying it, but she was a social creature by profession. It would be good to put things right.
Kate looked around the gym for Sasha and eventually found her, still walking with the other person, apparently a fox morph, ruddy fur save for a white patch down her chest. The fox had the same purple on--probably another employee... Kate kept watching, pedaling at a very idle pace, waiting for the two to pass near her again. After a while, they did.
"...ullshit!" The vixen laughed. "There's no way anyone would take you over me. Just look at me!" She did a pirouette, tail trailing gracefully behind her, hands shamelessly cupping her tits. Kate's face burned harder. Why did they both have to be morphs? But no, she was the one in the wrong, and she would make amends. "I'm a marvel of modern engineering. A stone fox, as it were." When her tail drifted across Sasha's nose, the wolfess grabbed it and tugged, making the vixen eep.
"Then why're you cupping your tits and hiding your booty with your tail, hmm? Surely Dawn, Mah-vel of Mah-dern Engineering, wouldn't need to use misdirection?" Kate frowned. They weren't changing the subject and they were starting to pass her again. She knew she was embarrassed, but that seemed dull and faraway. Her opportunity might be lost, she had to say something!
"You're too proud of that thing for your own good." Dawn gave Sasha a firm open-palmed swat on the butt. "Yea you get all the ass men and I get all the breast men, but boob implants are still more popular than ass implants. Nobody cares about your booty."
"I like your booty!" Kate blurted.
The two morphs turned back to look at her. She should clarify. "But I'm not gay." They kept staring and, gradually, Kate's eyes got as big as saucers. Wha--how--why--of all the things to say? What had possessed her?! She was relaxed, she was enjoying herself, but did that have to mean her brain was broken?!
It started as a low chuckle-giggle, but it wasn't long before Sasha and Dawn were full-out laughing; Kate laughed herself, trying to play it as a joke. The two morphs headed back her way, standing on either side of the machine, mischievous expressions on their almost-human muzzle-faces.
Kate swallowed. She could smell them both, the subtle promise of their natural scent mixing with the feel of silk on her tits/sex and the relaxing vibe around her to make a potent brew. The music thudded on. Stupidly, she was also aware of their contrast--They both had good tits, but Dawn's were a bit bigger; they both had firm, round asses, but Sasha's was just a bit better. Different models. The wolfess's black-furred finger fumbled with the player on her thigh.
It all happened at once. The music got louder, the lights flickered. She blinked, stunned for a moment. Dawn leaned in and kissed Kate full on the mouth, tongue darting in when she tried to protest. The smell was so close it overwhelmed her, made her moan into the kiss, too stunned to be repulsed. Sasha was whispering into Kate's ear but the words escaped her.
And it was over. Dawn was standing and looking for all the world like nothing had happened. Both of them were watching her, smiling. Sasha spoke again. "That's it, Kate. Keep pedaling."
Kate blinked. What--why had she done...? Done what? Had something happened? She shook her head, legs still pedaling, but she was becoming very aware of the silk again. A hint of lust blossomed in her loins, making her gyrate her hips just a bit more than was necessary to pedal; a soft sigh parted her lips, made her lick them. Where was this coming from?
The lawyer looked up at the two morphs, a confused look on her face. Maybe they knew why this was happening. "Wha...?"
Sasha leaned in, holding her body very close to Kate's. Her fingers found the human's sex, rubbing it through the fabric. "Shh, pet. We'll take care of you." Kate's hips squirmed helplessly against the furry attention, still spellbound by the smell and the music and the sight and the touch. Sasha's other hand fiddled with the player. The lights flickered and Sasha pinched her clitty; Kate's eyes rolled back. "You're so relaxed and horny that you don't care what happens to you."
What little stress was in her seemed farther away. Kate's legs kept pedaling, but she just lay there, helplessly enjoying the feel of silk and Sasha's teasing fingers. She tried to resist, tried to tell them she wasn't interested, but it felt so gooood... All Kate could focus on was the feeling, was how it made her feel. Her protests were half-hearted and they knew it. She writhed on the bench, moaning out complaints the morphs didn't heed. Her lust built slowly, dampened by the blissful relaxation. Dawn moved to her head, framing her face with furry breasts, stroking her hair and leaning in for an upside-down kiss.
Kate's hips started rolling while she wriggled on the machine, Dawn distracting her attention while Sasha caressed her sex through the silk. Rubbing, teasing stroking, groping, occasionally pressing; Kate came gradually, unknowingly. Her pussy was twitching before she realized what was going on. Dawn ran her claws through Kate's hair, whispering "that's it, just let it all go." Kate did, sighing luxuriously as she soaked her silken thong, will to resist leaking out of her, legs pumping absently all the while.
Sasha picked that time to slide Kate's bra up, exposing her breasts to the open air of the gym. Kate's head lolled as she tried to ask a question. Her speech became a happy moan when a pair of tongues found her nipples, Dawn leaning over and Sasha leaning in to lick and suckle at her breasts. Kate's hands roamed freely, wrapping around the two morphs. Hugging them close to her chest. The hand groping her sex kept moving while her hips writhed against it. The two morphs pinned her to the machine, tongues swirling over and around her stiff nipples.
Kate built quickly this time, an aftershock more real than the lazy, cloudy orgasm had been; she held onto the two morphs and moaned wanton, uncontrolled. For all the gym to hear. Sasha nibbled on her tit and slipped a finger under the silk, pressing into her sex in a stirring motion. Kate's back arched off the machine, breasts heaving with the strain of it, little drops of sweat sparkling along her body in the flickering gym light. She only slowly returned, settling back as her energy left her. They let go her tits.
Then the lights flickered again and they were still groping her and the scent was everywhere and the music was loud and she was relaxed and happy and, somewhere under all that, both of them were whispering in her ear. Kate nodded dumbly, a wide smile on her face, wriggling under their welcome hands. Welcome? Of course they were welcome. Kate sighed dreamily.
Her mind left then, only for a little while. Taking a break. Sasha was up on the machine now, too, straddling her. Kate smiled when she noticed the wolf had subtle gray areas on her fur. The tail that was arched over the lawyer's head, for example, was gray toward the middle; the area right around Sasha's sex was also just a bit lighter hue than the midnight black everywhere else.
Kate felt her thong slide down a little. She smiled again: she knew that would happen. When it did her tongue started licking the air, swirling around, occasionally darting forward. Sasha wriggled closer, Kate kept going; the two met and Kate moaned. She couldn't quite understand the taste. Her mind was on break, after all, and it wasn't a normal flavor. But she wanted more. Needed it. Her face lunged forward of her own accord, burying her mouth in Sasha's lips, hands pulling those glorious hips closer to her, pressing the warm fur and firm flesh up against her face.
Dawn's tongue pressed her moist lips apart and slipped inside. This was where she was supposed to be, she knew. They had told her. Had they? She couldn't remember. Sasha tasted good. Kate's tongue swirled around her clitty, over her wet, puffy lips, then pressed inside. Talentless but eager to taste. Sasha pressed back against her, occasionally wriggling; Kate could dimly hear her murr. Dawn started to lick and move, flicking rapidly over her clitty, darting inside but only to tease.
Kate licked harder. It was a contest. She should make Sasha cum first. Where the thought came from didn't matter. Dawn was better at it, to be sure; Kate would have already soaked her muzzle if she hadn't just came twice in a row. But Sasha needed it. Needed it bad. The morph's pussy was lubed and twitching, greedy and more than ready. Kate moved her fingers in, pulling the lips wider, licking along the glistening inside of the pussy, swirling around the clit in chaotic strokes.
On instinct, she pressed three fingers inside the morph and kissed her clitty. A heady moan was her reward. Kate flicked her tongue over the nub while her fingers pressed and rotated. Sasha's legs wrapped around her head, encasing her in furry warmth. Dawn redoubled her effort, pressing her muzzle up against Kate's sex, pushing her tongue farther in than any human could go, licking over that spongy bit of flesh that made her melt. It was too late: Sasha was cumming, filling Kate's mouth with that wonderful taste. Her eyes fluttered.
The wolfess was moving Kate's legs off the pedals and sitting her up in the machine. Her bra and thong were back where they should be. No women were straddling her or licking her out. Her legs slowed, then stopped; some of Kate's senses returned to her. "So how did that feel, Kate? 'Not so bad after all' ?"
The lawyer shook her head gently. It was hard... head felt like it was full of cotton. Why was her face sticky and wet? Her cunny was throbbing delightfully. Hard to think, but she was grinning like an idiot. Had she dozed off? She should answer. "God... Felt great," she mumbled.
As she sat there, Kate began to piece together what had just happened. For some reason, her head was foggy and she was having a hard time remembering the exercise. She felt a pleasing glow, and she was very relaxed; a sort of carefree feeling, like being a bit tipsy.
The two morphs watched Kate's eyes face slowly turn a bright shade of crimson. Her jaw worked soundlessly, as if chewing over what had just transpired. It was difficult to avoid the truth: She started exercising, her mind shut off, then Sasha masturbated her until she came in the silk thong, then the morphs had sucked on her titties and made her moan and writhe, then she was licking Sasha's cunt and everything got blurry. Then she thanked Sasha for molesting her. The wolfess and the vixen giggled as Kate wrestled with the memory. She eventually managed to choke out a question.
"What?!"
"Kate, don't wake yourself up all the way." Sasha nodded at Dawn, who moved around to behind Kate, before continuing. "The fun's not over." Warm, furred hands grasped the sides of her face; Kate moaned in protest but couldn't summon the energy to move away. The fingers slowly began to caress her cheeks and ears. Despite herself, Kate felt her outrage subsiding; she was trapped by the trigger. "It feels good, doesn't it? To let us overwhelm your senses, to just relax and enjoy yourself--and it isn't hurting anything, right? So why fight it?"
Kate shook her head weakly, barely pressing against the fingers keeping her calm. A hundred protests burbled in her mind but she only managed to articulate one. "I'm not... gay?" As if that was the only thing wrong with the situation.
Sasha grinned, slinking up to the dazed lawyer, leaning over her; Sasha's chest took up most of Kate's field of view, with the wolfess's face covering the rest. "Does that really matter?" The music was back, somehow--had it left? Kate was becoming aware of its subtle but steady rhythm. "In here, sex is sex." Sasha took the human's hands and slid them between her bra and her furry tits, one hand on each breast. Kate could feel them trapped, silk on one side, round softness and warm fur and stiff nipples on the other, and god help her, but it felt good. Felt right. Was it just the silk?
Did it matter? That smell was drifting into her nose again, stronger, more needy than before. Kate realized the fingers stroking her cheeks were wet. Had Dawn been fingering herself? But why would that smell good? She almost remembered something about chemicals. The music thumped on. It was becoming harder to concentrate on the conversation.
Kate marveled at the sight of her hands on Sasha's tits. Dawn wouldn't let her look away. The fox whispered into her ear. "That's it, Kate, just let go. It's too much stimulation. Just let go."
Kate shook her head again, more of an uncontrolled lolling this time. Amidst all the sound and smell and feel and see, an objection still seemed important. "People. Aren't they... watching? Everyone... in the gym." She panted softly from the exertion of thinking.
Sasha grinned. "Of course they are. Let them look. Wouldn't you?" As if to demonstrate, the wolfess pulled Kate's hands out, then backed up. She inserted one of her own furry fingers under her thong, hooking it aside. Her other hand caressed her breast through the bra, then slid down her body, claws leaving little furrows in the fur; slowly, luxuriously, Sasha began to pleasure herself, just one finger, slick and matted, sliding in and out of her sex while her hips slowly rolled. Her tail moved sensuously behind her, framing the display. Kate found herself watching. Dawn wouldn't let her look away, but had she tried? Sex-covered fingers traced lines on her cheeks.
Kate slowly became aware of the other patrons watching Sasha. The wolfess ignored them, taking her time with her body, enjoying the feel of herself more than really masturbating. She looked down at Kate. "Mrr, see? All eyes on me, wanting my body--do you know what it's like to feel so loved, so sexy?." She pulled her finger out of her snatch and licked it off, kneading her tit with her other hand. "Let them look. Let them think about me when they touch themselves and dream about me when they don't. Just thinking about how many people moan my name even when I'm not around..." Sasha shuddered, finally letting go of herself. "It's incredible. I wouldn't trade it for anything."
"Mrrrrr... I know what you mean." Dawn murred into the back of Kate's head, then inhaled deeply. Her southern accent got a bit stronger, but she tamped it back down quickly. "It's a shame Kate doesn't think that way, isn't it, Sash?"
Sasha grinned. "Yes it is. I'll get her ready, you get the toys." Dawn pouted. "We need her enthusiastic, not just docile. You don't have to do all the work--I promise I'll come help as soon as I can."
Kate just sat there in a happy daze, feeling and seeing and smelling and hearing. Never thinking.
The vixen let Kate go and sashayed off to the back of the gym, a spring in her step and a bounce in her tail. The lawyer's head fell forward almost immediately; she blinked, trying to get her bearings. Sasha was the first thing she saw. The morph had pulled up a chair and was sitting face-to-face with the human captive.
"Kate, I know you're probably still worried somewhere in the back of your mind."
Kate blinked again. She cocked her head, trying to focus better on the wolfess. Something was afoot, but her brain just didn't feel like trying to puzzle out what it was. Waking up, turning off, waking up, turning off... too much work.
Sasha smiled, stroked Kate's cheek, and continued. "Just relax, Kate. You won't be like this forever. We're only making you do fun things. You're enjoying it plenty, so what's the harm?"
Kate managed a confused "Zuh?"
The morph shook her head. "No, really, I mean it. What's the harm?" Sasha scooted forward, her tail swishing behind her. She reached out and cupped Kate's sex through the thong. "You're having fun." Sasha took Kate's hand and put it over her own warm, furred crotch. "We're having fun. We're not taking your money or making you come back. We're just making you come." Sasha's fingers began to tease, but only just a bit. "And come." The rubbing got more insistent.
Her other hand moved to the device on her thigh. The lights flickered. "And come." Kate gasped as orgasm took her suddenly--she hadn't even been close! She glanced around wildly, mind temporarily clear. The lights flickered again. "And come." Kate slumped forward, moaning through another orgasm, noticing only now the pushed-aside thong and the fingers in her quim. She only now realized what the lights were doing, they--The lights flickered. "And come." Her hands grasped the furry arm but the fingers kept moving. Kate bit her lip and summoned all her will, trying to ignore the pleasure, trying to find the strength to pull Sasha's hand away when all she could think was sex. The lights flickered. "And come." Kate buckled, slumping over, pulling the arm in and, pushing the fingers further inside her twitching cunt; her hips bucked wildly against the hind, rubbing her clit on the padded thumb, grinding involuntarily.
Sasha sat still while Kate fucked her hand. The lawyer slowed only reluctantly, gasping for breath, sweat glistening on her face. "Ohhh. Go- ahh -odd." Kate blinked, swallowed, blinked again. "What, hahhh... what happened?"
The morph smiled. "That's it. Don't think, feel. Don't worry, just experience."
Kate looked at Sasha, looked down at the arm bridging the gap between them, looked at the damp fingers still buried in her snatch, and that was all. No horror, no revulsion; it was like she was seeing something normal. She looked back at the morph. "What did you do to me?"
Sasha grinned. "Nothing much, I assure you." The wolfess pulled her hand out and back, then leaned in and gave Kate a quick kiss. She found her body kissing the morph back.
Kate sat quietly while Sasha walked to the back of the gym. Sashayed, more like. She stroked the patrons possessively, a pat here, a caress there, an outright grope from time to time. One furry hand stroked idly over her own flesh more often than not. 'Let them look,' indeed, and they did. Everywhere the morph went, the patrons looked at her, looked up to her, a strange mix of lust and loyalty.
Had the world gone mad? Kate's thong was absolutely soaked. There was stain forming on the exercise machine below her. And she couldn't bring herself to feel much of anything. Other than satisfaction and anticipation and lust. What had happenedto her?
Up on the dais, Dawn and Sasha were dragging a small crate into view. They were nude, now; indeed, so were most of the women in the gym. The doors were securely barred. Most of the patrons were still exercising, if in a lazy, rote manner. Several had glassy eyes and slack faces, but a few were alert, too.
Kate watched as the two morphs bent over their crate in exaggerated manner, wiggling their asses for the crowd--for her. She watched them pull out two large strapons. She watched them strap on the strapons. She watched them kneel in turn, fellating the rubber dildoes and lubricating them with their spit. She watched them share a passionate kiss, no reservation, just enjoying the feel of each other, hands roaming freely, lips locked without a care in the world. They probably could taste rubber.
She should leave. Now was her chance. Fuck the suit, should could walk out that door with the silk and never come back. She could sell the bra and keep the thong and take a long vacation away from this twisted, brainwashing place. She could forget it ever happened, content to keep the accidental treasure.
Trouble was, it was getting harder and harder to find a reason why. And when Dawn and Sasha both turned to her, backlit by the fluorescent lighting above the dais.... when the two of them both beckoned to her, breasts thrust proudly out for all to see, impossible furred ears flicking in the white light of science, twin strapons glistening obscene promise....
Kate stood up slowly. She looked at the door she knew she should take. She looked at the morphs she wished would take her. She chewed her lower lip and looked at Sasha pleadingly. Sasha understood.
The wolfess called out: "Come!" just as the lights flickered.
Kate's knees buckled just a little, pussy twitching and still wet though it had long sense stopped lubricating itself. She smiled, big and dumb, glad the choice had been made for her. A thought came bubbling up from somewhere, naughty and daring and nervous and sexy all at once.
She only hesitated for a second. In for a penny, in for a pound. Kate stretched, then cupped her tits with her hands, rubbing that glorious silk. "Let them look," she said under her breath.
Slowly, but with increasing confidence, she walked to the dais. One foot after another, hands roaming all over the silk, her walk became a dance, her dance became a striptease. She worked the bra off first, then the panties, taking an exaggerated smell. Reveling in the decadent feel of sex-soaked silk on her face. She tossed both to dazed patrons, giggled at the way the clothing draped over the limp, unresponsive people.
She'd given up her treasure, but somehow she knew, deep down, that money didn't matter anymore. Ahead of her, the dais waited. The music thudded around her. The lights flickered as Sasha directed the crowd to watch. The faint musky sex-scent of the two morphs floated on the air. No silk, but Kate's hands still slid over her skin, teasing herself to frenzy. And taste...?
She looked at her left hand, the one that had been cupped over Sasha's mound, and licked the remaining juice off. It tasted like sex--not the noun, the verb; some neurochemical trick. Her arousal spiked hard, her body and mind both far past caring whether or not she was gay. When a red-furred arm and a black-furred one beside it reached down for her, she took both gladly.
Kate barely had time to look out over the now dimly-lit gym full of half-tranced patrons before her eyes rolled back. Sasha's hand cupped around her mouth and nose, forcing a lungful of musk into her and making her swoon. Dawn bent her forward, positioning her on her hands and knees. Sasha moved, trailed clawtips down Kate's back, gripped her ass firmly with both hands, positioned the dildo where she couldn't see it. Dawn's strapon slid under Kate's nose, teasing itself along her face.
Dawn cupped her chin with one hand and used the other to open her slack mouth further, slipping the dildo in. The lawyer looked up at the vixen curiously. Dawn spoke quiet enough that only Kate could hear. "It might not feel good yet," she slid forward with a smooth stroke, pushing the rubber back into Kate's mouth and teasing her gag reflex. "but think of how it looks." She pulled back and Kate gasped for breath just as Sasha slid a rubber dong into her sex, turning her coughing sputters into something hotter. "Up here on the dais," in the mouth, "on all fours," in the cunt, "completely submitting," in the mouth, "getting fucked on both ends," in the cunt, "by two women." Dawn's furred hands cupped the back of Kate's head.
The two synchronized then, making Kate's back rise with each shared thrust, stretching her out as they receded. Dawn clutched her close, bringing her nose to the base of the strapon. "I know you want to lick me." Thrust. "Taste my cunt." Thrust. Kate struggled to keep her 'footing'. "Have me taste yours." Thrust. Her elbows shook. "In front of all these people." Thrust. She felt yet another orgasm on the horizon--they must have done something to her. "But first," thrust. They controlled her body as much as her mind. "you get fucked harder," thrust. The prospect made her even wetter. "than you've ever been fucked in your life." Thrust, and they stayed in; Dawn leaned forward over Kate's head. She heard the morphs kissing above her. Pinned on the rubber dicks, she could only shiver and moan. The world spun around her.
They were only stopped a moment. Dawn freed her mouth, then crouched, looking her in the eye. "That, and you were lubing the dildo for me." The vixen stroked Kate's cheeks as the lights flickered. The lawyer's strength left her and she slumped to the floor, ass still propped in the air, as Kate slipped behind her and Sasha slipped out of her.
Dawn laid down over Kate, pressing her entire body against the lawyer as Sasha pushed the strapon against her ass. She felt Sasha's tongue in ser sex first, licking over her puffy, overworked lips before darting inside in quick strokes. Dawn's lips came second, teasing the back of her neck with kisses as she lay helpless on the floor, unable to move. The strapon pressed in last, guided by Sasha, filling her ass and giving the whole experience a deeper, hotter, fuller feel to it. Dirty and wrong and hot and full, all at once.
Kate's body lay there and took it all in, greedy, needing more. She lay there helpless and drowsy and horny, unable to stop herself from loving it. The patrons all watched her be taken by the two women, bent over, covered and dominated by warm furry sex creature. Dawn writhed on her slowly, pinning her with sex while Sasha's tongue worked in and out in exaggerated motions for the crowd. Blackness danced around the edges of Kate's vision.
Dawn's teeth gently found Kate's neck and she collapsed. Something old and wet and deep woke up in her soul. She needed to be soft, she needed to be filled, she needed to be controlled and protected and taken more than anything she needed it now now now now
filled and fucked andooooh Sasha slid the second rubber dick in her cunt and her chest unhhh was on the floor and she was rolling her hips and control me there were two in her and something sucked her clitty yessss and pinched and it was murring and licking oh god and Dawn was covering her and they were ffffff picking her up and everyone was watching and Dawn's hands wrapped around and grabbed her tits fuck me and she was blacking out make me cum she was almost there she had to cum she had to cum
Kate watched herself scream as orgasm took her into darkness. The sound was something deep, primal; something she never knew was inside her. She collapsed under them, out completely, crotch motionless and glistening with saliva and her own juice. The lights around them dimmed. The rest of the tape was Sasha helping Dawn out of the harness that had been holding her in the air (when had that happened?), then the two of them carrying Kate off the dais.
Kate sipped her tea when she wanted to gulp it. She was still badly dehydrated. "It's hard to believe that happened."
Dawn hugged her close, furry breast pressing into Kate's arm as they sat nude on the breakroom couch. "She's not even upset. Good find, Sash."
Sasha ejected the tape, then sat down opposite them and stretched. The monitor switched back to CCTV of the alley. "I know." Her white grin was stark contrast on her midnight-black fur; a sexy Cheshire wolfess with a great ass. Great ass? Kate shook her head, marveling at the feelings of respect and lust for that bubbled up from nowhere--just one more mystery surrounding this place. Speaking off... Kate sniffed the air. No smell. Her sweat had dried on her, nobody had washed her off, she'd been having sex the whole time, and no smell. Not a whiff of body odor. Not even musk from Dawn or Sasha.
Kate shook her head, completely dumbfounded. Her tone was simple and honest. "I don't know anymore. I don't know any more things. My brain is completely broken. I don't recognize myself at all. And you know what? I don't think I care, either. I loved it too damn much."
Sasha took her own cup from the coffeetable and toasted. "Amen to that."
Dawn took Kate's finger and brought it to her tit. She stroked with it slowly, running it around and around through the fur before bringing it to the nipple. When she let go, Kate kept her finger moving; Dawn melted into the couch. "Ahhh.... Yeah, amen." She closed her eyes. Her tail swished lazily. "What was that up on the stage, anyway?"
Kate was too busy marveling at the feel of nipple under her finger to notice the question at first. Sasha clarified: "When she grabbed your neck. Your parents ever give you gene treatment? You looked too old for it, no offense."
The lawyer shook her head, too full of natural, relaxing post-sex bliss to worry. She could barely even muster the energy to be annoyed that the conversation had strayed near her work. "No, too old. Why--hey, what's that?"
Dawn creaked an eye open. "Put your finger back, darlin'. I promise I'll--" she saw the screen. A man in a suit was talking to a figure in a raggity hooded parka. "Oh. That."
Sasha saw it too. "That's nothing, Kate. None of us saw it." The man in the suit was pointing, probably yelling. The other man was shifting on his feet, but the motion was erratic, unnatural--it looked forced, practiced; like a deaf man's speech.
"Sure, whatever." Kate cocked her head. The man in the suit looked a bit familiar. He--
The hooded figure grabbed the suited man's arm and broke it in half. A neat ninety-degree between the elbow and the wrist. Blood instantly stained the suit between the gloved hands. The man in the suit stood perfectly still, face agonized but maintaining composure like his life depended on it. The hooded man was gesturing now, with the suited man nodding and bleeding quietly. Eventually both walked away.
Kate sat in silence. Dawn patted her on the shoulder. "It was nothin', Kate. We're safe in here. There's no reason for him to bother us, long as we keep quiet."
She tried the question again. "What... what was that?"
Sasha looked wistfully at the gadget she'd been wearing earlier. Kate gave her a pleading look; the morph nodded acquiescence. "Okay, you can remember it, but you have to promise to keep it secret." Kate nodded.
Dawn took her finger and put it back, then murred, trying to convince herself she was contented again. "There's not even much to tell. He's the worst mistake the government ever made and now they're stuck with him. We'll be fine as long as we stay in here."
Kate snuggled closer to Dawn and brought her whole hand into play, kneading the furry breast, more to feel close to someone than to be playful. "How do you know so much about this?"
It was Sasha who answered. "Be happy you found our little island of paradise, pet. It's a safer place than most. The sign's not kidding. Rome is burning, and it'll get worse before it gets better."
"Ahhh, that's the spot." Dawn flicked an ear at Sasha. "Can we please change the subject? I get enough of that gloom and doom on the TV. I'm sick of hearing about genes and riots and all that."
Kate squealed. Too perfect! The gym, the people in it--Too surreal, too sexy, too seductive, too insane. Too everything-at-once. The lawyer grabbed Dawn's furred face, kissing her long and deep, tongues swirling together because why not? When in Rome!
Kate turned to Sasha while Dawn gasped for air. "How do I get a membership?"