This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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"It's nice out here."
Michelle leaned back in the chair on the deck of the cabin, smiling with a cup of tea between her hands. She rested comfortably, her ankles crossed, a big, woven blanket cast over her lap.
As a woman again, just a woman, she could rest somewhat. And that was good, for they had headed out to Oliver's family cabin so she could get a break from everyone and everything setting off Michelle's transformation into Shelly, the ape-woman.
Shelly was...something else. A big, lumbering ape-woman who came about when she ate banana, after creating a vitamin with, well, a few kinks in the formula. Michelle had been able to manage that, even the transformations, until she had fallen pregnant. With Shelly bursting forth and even demonstrating a more feral form still, complete with sharp teeth and long, jagged claws, she hadn't been able to stop herself from transforming and doing everything she felt needed to protect her unborn baby.
"Hey, honey."
Olive leaned over and kissed her cheek as Michelle sighed. Everything...was perfect. And that wasn't something she said lightly, being a scientist. She couldn't wait to get back to her work after her maternity leave -- longer, due to the Shelly transformations, of course -- but it was good also to have a break. It was a good thing she had Oliver there to show her she didn't always have to work. If she hadn't started transforming, well...she may never have got together with him and also found that there was more to life than all she had taken from it so far.
The transformations, despite all the troubles that had come with her split being and, somewhat, her personality too, were the best thing that had ever happened to her. It was, however, a little better when she was able to control her transformations, for that made it so she could still go about her daily life and work.
And, soon, she'd have a little one to look after with her partner, Oliver, though there were still a few months of pregnancy left to go. Four, in fact, if they didn't come early.
Their days, however, were not all serene. With the rise of her belly showing more and more, Oliver kissed it when they lay naked in bed together, trailing passion down between her legs. Michelle had left her pussy a little hairier than usual, for she would usually trim it, though that didn't seem so important anymore, considering how hairy she got as Shelly.
Michelle... Shelly... Sometimes, Michelle wondered where the line between them was.
"Oh... Oh, Oliver..."
She quivered, though there was another tremor going through Oliver, his lips pressing to her clit, sucking on it and drawing it into his mouth with the reverence surely due to Michelle as her partner. He panted, hot breath washing over her pussy, yet his hair grew, thicker and shaggier, even hanging down low enough to cast into his eyes.
"Mmm... Yes..."
He let out a long, rolling hiss, words dropping from his lips, though his mental capacities would always be there when he needed to return to them. His transformations, coming after he had drunk a little milk from her lactating nipples, had become more frequent, though Oliver faced the issue of not really knowing when they would come -- much like Michelle did back in the early days.
So, that was fun.
Thankfully for him, they worked out, over time, that most of his transformations came when he was around Michelle, purely for lustful reasons. And who was going to complain about something like that coming to the forefront of everything?
"Mmm... Nnngghhh..."
He grunted like a wild beast as hair spread down over the back of his neck, over his shoulders, the top of his back. Yet it covered him in strategic places, the upper sides of his arms, the backs of his hands and fingers, even down his hips and the tops of his thighs too. His toes curled, gaining short, functional claws, and he leaned heavily into her, his lips a little rougher, hair spreading across his face, thickening up around his sideburns.
And it was not just hair too, even for him, but muscle too, his shoulders bulking up and muscles spreading down his arms as he growled and gripped the bedsheets, revelling in the force of new power and strength rolling through him. His back bulged with fresh muscle that never would have been present on his human form (Oliver just wasn't into working out like that, to be honest) and he arched up, panting heavily, eyes wide and wild.
"Mmm... I love you..."
Michelle grinned as she cupped his face, admiring his form. She would have loved him regardless of how he looked, for they had been through so much together, though it was who he was, his passions in life, even how he had challenged her to get outside her comfort zone... It was everything that he was and everything that he did which got her to fall head over heels for him.
That he had helped her with transforming and getting a hold on her transformations was just the icing on the sweet, sweet cake for them both.
She groaned, shivering as he pressed in close, his fingers driving into her pussy, her folds already soaked. It was too easy to grow aroused when he was there and even more so when his ape-form took over, though she didn't think Oliver was as in control of himself in that form and body as she was. After all, Michelle and Shelly had got a lot more practice in the meantime, for a good chunk of time had passed since she had first made the vitamin pill.
Still, Shelly rose within her, a bubbling force of transformation that rendered a grunting, groaning mess on the bed, digging her feet down into the bed as she arched up to his touch. His tongue flickered against her clit, dragging more and more roughly back and forth, her breath catching as her breasts leaked milk softly. Much as his transformation had come about, thick swathes of dark hair spread over her body, though it was a lot darker than Oliver's, which came with a silvery-brown tone to it, unlike her rich, deep brown, which was close to black. Even her skin took on a different shade, though it was a soft grey, which almost had a blue tint to it in the right light.
