Devolution 1

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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Matt kissed Nikita furiously, though his attention really was a bit lower down still, all the way down, in fact, on her feet. Oh, how he wanted her to indulge him in his foot fetish again, allowing him to get down on his knees to worship and kiss her feet, over and over again. Even when he was kissing her lips, he was imagining sucking on her toes, one by one, letting his tongue caress the fleshier, softer ball of her foot, all the way to her heel and the round of it.

That wasn't where Matt's mind was, however, all the time, no, of course not. It wasn't like that, not for him, not when he had his pretty Nikita in his arms, her blonde hair falling past her shoulders brightly. In her bedroom, there was no one at all there to disturb them -- and that was just the way that he liked it, the two of them in their underwear, her hand between her legs, playing with her pussy, sliding her fingers into her pink lingerie and teasing the folds of her sex.

"Mmm..." She moaned softly, eyes sparkling with teasing delight. "Come on, Matt, you can do better than that."

"Unff..."

Matt didn't really know what to say, not as he shuffled back on the bed, the room clearly one done up by a woman with softer hues and tones that suited Nikita's personality well. She was sweet and she was kind, but she was spicy too and she kept him on his toes, though Matt felt like he always knew where he stood with her.

Grasping his cock, he showed off what he had to her, masturbating in just the way that she liked, for there was a certain kind of pleasure to be had in watching too. That was just why he enjoyed watching her fingers delve into her sex, again and again, as if they were digging deeper and deeper, stretching herself out just for him. Two fingers curled up into her pussy, stroking her G-spot. He could tell by just how her back arched and her moan rose, though her lingerie clung to the soft folds of her pussy, hiding most from view. Like that, with her, it was even more tantalising.

"Here," he grunted, eyes roaming her body, flicking down to her feet and back up to her lips again. "Mmm... Better hydrate first."

He passed her a drink that he had brought in from the bedside table and Nikita giggled, her voice light and airy.

"What, is this the one that you got from the sex shop?" She asked, though she didn't seem put off by that in the slightest. "The drink... The one that promises great sex? You know those things never work, right?"

But she was softer and she was kind enough to humour him. She took a big gulp of it, wiping off the edge of her lips daintily with her fingers as she passed the screw-top bottle to Matt. He readily took a good couple of gulps too, swallowing it down, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gave it a go too.

Even if nothing happened, it would be worth it, yes. Just to see what they enjoyed, the lust of it all tangling together.

He kissed her furiously, moving over her and trying to get her underwear down with one hand. And yet he was too busy trying to hump and get his cock into her pussy that he didn't even take note of that. It was as if part of his mind had slipped away, forgetting his touch on reality, that he needed to remove her underwear from her body, as pretty as it was before grinding his dick into her.

It was as if too that her pleasure had slipped from his mind. The fruity drink bubbled and fizzed in his stomach, absorbed by his body, though he couldn't help himself from grabbing her nice lingerie and ripping it from her crotch. It ripped easily, never something that was meant to stand up to rough treatment, and Nikita gasped, a low moan rising from her lips.

"Ohhh, you brute!"

That was not something that she would usually have said, yet it felt right, feeling him move over her, her legs splaying out and knees pushing back up towards her chest. Her heart pounded and the head of his slick member found her pussy, slipping between her folds and pushing inside. Everything, for once, came together seamlessly -- which was unusual for them, as the human body was not something that often made sex easy in the slightest. She groaned as he slipped inside, his cock driving deep, using the full length of his meat all at once, driving into her, repeatedly.

Matt's pace was rushed, as if there was something different about that time, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, despite everything. No matter though... Nikita felt amazing even as he ducked his head down to the crook of her neck, panting heavily and hotly as he filled her with his cock. Her pussy clenched around him, wet and slick, and that only made him want to fill her even more, driven by a primal need that Matt had not even known existed in his heart and loins.

"Unff... Yes... Fuck..."

It was not like him either to swear, though he did so anyway. Yet he didn't want to be inside her, not even then, his attention running down her body, to her soft thighs and the curve of her calf to her wonderful feet.

"Mmm..."

It was Nikita's turn to grunt as he worked his way down, though neither of them realised that he had pulled out of her. In that moment, it didn't matter, his attention elsewhere, thinking of her feet and only her feet.

Since when had only they mattered? Well, he had had a fetish for them for a long time, but there was nothing like taking her delicate feet into his hands, caressing the underside of her sole, kissing the toes as his heart lurched.

"Mmm... Oh, Nikita..."

Her name felt good on his lips and his cock throbbed even harder, as if he was going to cum right then and there, even though he was not actively inside her at that moment. That would have been odd for Matt, if he had had the mental capacity to think with that higher level of thought and functioning at that time.

But he didn't, though Matt and Nikita could never have known that there was a little something more in the drink. Of course, it surely was going to deliver the promise of great sex -- though not quite at all in the way that either of them would have expected.

He groaned deeply, the sound rising thickly from the back of his throat. He needed her feet, sucking on her toes, relishing in the fresh, clean scent of them. She must have used lotion earlier that day for there was a tiny bitter tang to them, yet it was something that Matt was more than willing to push by so that he could adore her feet. He would have spent hours upon hours worshipping them and the way that Nikita was humping her hips and practically shoving her right foot at him looked like she was rather enjoying herself too.

Even though Nikita didn't have a foot fetish, she didn't mind him worshipping and playing with her feet, as long as it wasn't all the time. And yet anyone watching them together that night would have been understandably confused by how she arched her back and gripped the sheets, wetter between the thighs than she had been a few moments before.

Nikita panted lightly, lips parted, her eyes a little glassy. She needed something and yet she didn't know how to get it in the moment, as if the cognitive thought that connected one thing to another no longer was present there. Yet, without it being present, she could not realise it either, wriggling her toes and flexing her foot as Matt kissed all over them. She smirked faintly and pressed her feet to either side of his face, a lurch of amusement rising in her chest at just how silly Matt looked with her feet squashing into his face.

"Heh... Oh, Mattie..."

She licked her lips, though it seemed to take a lot more effort to talk. Better to grunt then, smooshing her feet playfully into his face again as she made his cheeks puff out, rolling her soles back and forth to displace the air that Matt was holding in his cheeks. He didn't seem to mind the attention, whimpering and chasing her feet with his lips and tongue.

He lavished attention on her, though neither realised that their hair was growing thicker and wilder. His blonde hair was a little lighter after the summer, a little sun-bleached, and hers was quite bright too, though she was apt to change it with dyes when it pleased her. Yet it grew wilder, tangled around their faces, the change most noticeable in Nikita's hair. It bundled around her face like a golden halo -- though she was most certainly no angel, not even then.

It was okay... At least the drink had been tested for safety beforehand!

Matt grunted, blinking down at her, even the blinks of his eyelids coming more slowly and heavily than they had before, as if there was an additional weight to them that he had not before paid due attention to. That was a little odd, ever so slightly strange, but he was not with himself and the mind that he called his own enough right then to realise that it was something that he could have paid attention to.

"Unff... Nik... Nikita..."

He slurred her name, kissing her feet and running his tongue over her heels in long, slow laps, yet they were coming out more and more desperately and sloppily.

Matt huffed and panted, launching himself up her body -- but Nikita was too quick for him. Like a trap, she snapped him in right between her thighs, so soft and folding around his head. Although Matt grunted and struggled for a moment, he was still amenable to the change, his tongue flicking out to find the wet heat and sweet treat of her pussy.

When he found it, he dove straight in, even as the muscle in her body thickened up a little. It had been, after all, what had allowed her to grip his head and shoulders so tightly with her thighs. She did not grow enough muscle to be unlike herself, of course, though there was a very clear strength increase.

Yet even Matt thickened up a little, his shoulders rounding out a little more and his biceps and triceps becoming just a little more defined. His entire body, down to his thighs and calves too, slowly took on the appearance of someone who had only recently started going to the gym consistently.

"Unff... Mmm..."

His tongue dug hungrily into her pussy, sweeping up and over her clit, though he gradually lacked more and more of a sense of finesse. Usually, Matt knew exactly what Nikita liked and what she needed to get off, but he couldn't quite seem to do the usual things with his tongue.

He sucked on her clit. Ah, that was better. She thrust and grunted, grinding up against his mouth, and he leaned heavily into that, taking her cues the best that he could. Yet he didn't seem able to make sense of things anymore, licking his lips as he drove his tongue back into her pussy, devouring her sweet essence.

"Unff... So...wet..."

He mumbled into her sex as he moaned, lapping and teasing, seeking only to please her, above all else. Sure, his cock was still hard and throbbing, but Matt was still very much high on having her feet against his lips and tongue only a few moments ago, so there was little concern for his own need and pleasure there, oh no.

He'd get what he needed. Especially as Nikita bellowed and squealed, her voice switching between high-pitched and lower-pitched, which was most unlike her, humping against his face as he sucked on her clit once more. Her juices squirted wetly, though that could have just been because she was thrusting with her hips so wildly, though he rode out every thrust like the seasoned partner he was.

Even as it became harder to think and Nikita rolled over onto all fours for him, her back darker. Neither realised that it was due to dark hair spreading down her body, not brown but more of a dirty blonde that looked darker on her form, highlighting her muscles. It was too much for her as she was, grunting, moaning, ducking her head down between her arms as he lined up behind her.

"Mmph... Ah, fuck me..."

Nikita moaned, losing her inhibitions. She wouldn't usually have sworn like that but something had changed, shifted, clawing its way through her as she rolled her buttocks back against him. Nikita growled deep in the back of her throat, a sound that she would never have made before, all as Matt groaned and pressed the head of his cock into her hot, tight sex.

Her folds enveloped his shaft as he pressed inside, inch after inch -- but he wasn't slow. Everything felt hasty, urgent, as if they needed to take everything that they could in that moment alone, thrusting and humping and grinding, a frenzy pushing through him.

"Unff... Yes... Nikita..."

He slowed and slurred his words as if he was trying to drag them out, huffing, panting, the lines of muscle showing increasingly down his back and chest. His pectoral muscles grew more defined as his hair came down past his ears, thicker than he would ever have normally kept it. If he had had it that long normally, he would have been annoyed that it was tickling his ears and too far down the back of his neck, but it just wasn't something that crossed his mind, not then.

He leaned over her, a hand gripping her shoulder and curling around the front. The backs of his hands sprouted with an itchy, tingling coat of hair -- though it was not as if he was sprouting it all over his body. No... He just became hairier and hairier, as if that was naturally the way that his body was, the hair thicker across his shoulders and down his back, across the top sides of his arms and down his thighs. Everywhere that there had been a light coat of hair before thickened up as he grunted, slamming into his partner.

Their grunts and moans rose to fill the room, though there was still skin visible between the thicker, darker strands of hair that had sprouted over their bodies. Nikita snarled, clawing at the bed, feral in the moment, though she rocked back onto his cock as if that was the only thing that she could focus on right then.

"Ugh... Mmmm...Mmmmaaaaaatt!"

She cried out his name, her lower jaw falling slacker and slacker, the tension in her jaw slipping away. It was not natural, not anymore, to close her jaw all the way, even though Nikita would have politely kept her mouth closed otherwise.

It wasn't the way of it otherwise, not as he ground into her, thrust after thrust rendering him more feral than ever before, though there was still very much a way to go for the two of them. He grunted, leaning over her, pulling her shoulder back, as if he was trying to crush her body pleasurably onto his cock with every deep, driving thrust.

Yet it was all in the name of pleasure as he slammed in, hard and fast, her pussy clutching him with every stroke of his cock, though he did not realise that Nikita was squeezing around him. It was just pleasurable, hot, wet sweeps of her pussy rolling over his cock, the flesh of his shaft aching deliciously as he ground in, need rising through, over and over again. He panted and heaved, losing control, his cock twitching as he spurted and shot his load into her pussy.

He didn't feel the other little sensations that would have usually come with sex, for he was not tired at all. There were no aches and strains at all that he didn't want to be there, grunting and groaning as he stayed deep, letting every thick spurt of cum pour into her. It was where it belonged, after all, need rising, flowing through, yet there was no softening of his desire in the aftermath of orgasm.

If anything, things became more desperate. He moaned, trying to sit back, thinking, very vaguely, that he should have done something like get her a glass of water, make sure that she didn't need anything more -- something like that. It was what Matt would have done normally, making good and sure that he was looking after her as he always wanted to.

Yet it didn't take him any time at all to get his cock back to full hardness -- in fact, it barely even seemed to soften at all, maybe getting half-hard and no less than that. That would have been strange, though his flesh and muscle rippled softly and bulged as he filled out more, devolving more and more.

Nikita hissed through her teeth and grabbed for him, though Matt was quick enough to help push her over onto her back, though there was a definite lack of smoothness to the motion. Her legs kicked up and he moved over her, Nikita spreading her legs for him and bringing her knees up a little closer to her chest.

"Rrrrrggghhhh..."

His snarled groan was more feral than ever as his intelligence slipped away more, hair sprouting and itching over his face as a beard that should never have been in place to cover his features grew and grew. Matt grunted, working his tongue around his mouth, though couldn't find a way to get the words out, no, not at all.

Words? He blinked, delirious with lust as he ground into Nikita, again and again, caught up in the moment as he filled her. Her pussy was just so tight around him, clamping down, though not even her tight squeezes could hold him in place. His muscles became more defined, all over, and he groped at her bra as a smattering of hair came down between her breasts.

"Grrrrr!"

He growled as he ripped her bra from her, tearing straight through, though the elastic tried to cling on for a moment longer, digging into her back. Her panties, of course, had already been shredded through, though there was nothing else to stop him from getting at her.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Nikita groaned, letting Matt take her, stroke after stroke of his cock driving into her hungry pussy. Her sex closed around him, rippling and pulling, though even the squeezes of her inner passage were erratic at best, for someone with their intelligence softening and easing down and away could not concentrate on massaging someone's dick with muscles like that, not even then. Not even at the peak of need, not as it swelled through.

No more words then, for the two of them. Her eyebrows thickened up, wild and bushy, as she howled out her pleasure, locking her gaze with Matt's as he pounded her. She screamed like a banshee as climax ripped through her, even though Matt had not even touched her clit, though neither of them noticed, not then. It did not matter, not as they devolved more and more, becoming both less and more than what they had been, both at the same time.

It didn't matter -- and it was not as if any harm was going to come to them either way. Her abdominals and the line of her obliques became more noticeable, but Nikita's shoulders shifted, her upper back wanting to put a natural round into it too, as if she was slumping forward. She needed to hunch, her centre of balance shifting. If she had been standing, she most definitely would have been lumbering.

"Unff... Ohhh... Mmmph!"

Nikita groaned and cried out as he pounded her, the entire length of his cock disappearing into her pussy with every thrust of his hips. He filled her pussy, and erupted again, the two of them climaxing together. The rippling, tightening pull of her sex around him was too much for Matt to hold back from, though he didn't even consider the fact that he shouldn't be able to cum again so quickly.

It didn't matter, not when there was so much lust flowing through them, shared between their bodies. Desire curled and throbbed in the pits of their stomachs, twisting into their loins, yet there was more to come, so very much more, panting and whimpering, grunting as they pulled apart to recover themselves.

They were already more than two-thirds of the way towards being Neanderthals -- or the modern equivalent of them, if Neanderthals were solely to be restricted to only one time in history. It wasn't something that their minds could even have grasped in a moment like that, grunting thickly as Nikita rolled onto her side.