Allison sighed as she lounged on a damaged sofa of a frat house she and Judy were busy visiting. After they systematically converted the entire freshmen co-ed dorm and watched as every single furry ran out of the building all running off in a different direction; seeing furry breasts bouncing, floppy cocks flailing out of their sheaths; the two feline furys knew it was only a matter of time before the word got out. So when they saw a police cruiser show up at the college, the two ducked into the nearest two storey home; neither realizing that the police officer was a fury, nor realizing that the town’s entire police force was now placing road blocks to keep people from trying to leave.
The anthro cougar fury sighed again as the male who’s face was buried in her fury snatched, felt as his nose and mouth merged to form a muzzle that indicated he was becoming an anthro raccoon fury. She moaned in satisfaction as she came, her juices spraying out of her swollen and stimulated cookie. The male’s rough tongue eliciting a shiver from her as he worked to clean up the mess on her fur.
“I think I should take a shower,” Allison finally speaking as the anthro raccoon fury finally finished. His coat of black and grey fur doing a poor job hiding his washboard abs; “all this sex is making me stink.”
“First,” the raccoon fury speaking; “I have a raging hard on. Suck me off and then you can go.”
“Ah what the hell,” Allison looking at the red rocket inches from her muzzle; the sight of precum oozing from the tip made her randy once more. “One more salty snack for the road;” Allison approaching; opening her muzzle she takes the offered organ into her maw and proceeds to suck and massage the massive shaft. Taking care not to bite with her sharp canines, yet also not wanting the act to linger longer than necessary. It wasn’t a prolonged blowjob; Allison felt the shaft twitch at the same time the male moaned in satisfaction. Used to the tangy taste of cum; she quickly lapped up every drop and ensured the softening shaft was licked clean as it retreated back to its protective sheath.
“Let Judy know when she comes down from the romp with the rest of the fraternity that I am leaving to go home,” Allison getting up from the couch. Her ears swiveling as she focuses on the loud moaning and wild rutting going on upstairs
“You don’t want to stay,” the raccoon fury looking disappointed; “we got a Friday night bacchanalian bash happening later tonight.”
“I have a mate,” Allison smiling; her runes glowing as her phone appear in a hand paw. Not sure how that was possible as she was not wearing any clothes and wasn’t carrying a purse, yet Allison wasn’t going to question her new found magical abilities. Finding them convenient and downright useful, she checks her phone to see a message from Jimmy Proudhoof.
“Speaking of my mate,” Allison reading the text; “he wants to know if my parents are free for a dinner party tonight.”
“Sounds boring,” the raccoon anthro looking for his bottle of juice he dropped when Allison jumped him earlier.
“Agree to disagree,” Allison focusing on her phone; typing a response to Jimmy before relaying the message to her parents. She also has a wicked grin flash on her muzzle and quickly opens up the camera app. Spreading her legs she angles her smart phone to take a selfie; the cougar fury making sure that her vaginal opening was prominent into the picture. Adding a lewd message, she sends it to Jimmy Proudhoof. Before using her magic to make the phone vanish; she gets a response from her parents. The message makes her grin.
“Can’t wait to meet our new son in-law,” was the response.
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Brittany Soulfang-Proudhoof snickered as she and Yolinda Brightfur did quick work in dosing the shampoos and lotions in the girls locker. They then saw they had the time to do the exact same thing in the boy’s locker room. So they pressed their luck and magically opened the lockers; spitting, spraying and secreting bodily fluids in the shampoos, body washes, bars of soap and the deodorant sticks; the two furries nodded as they resumed their glamors and exited the change room with minutes to spare. Brittany watched Yolinda leave the gym just as the head coach arrived.
“Morning Brittany,” the coach nodding as he notices his assistant. The man was balding and had a beer gut. “What was Mrs. Grousse doing here?”
“She wanted to ask if I have seen Jessica Brown,” Brittany lying; “I guess she is overdue on some homework.”
“You know what that means,” the coach being his usual terse self;” Jessica is off the teams until she is caught up on her scholastic obligations.”
Brittany just shrugs as she remembers those tough talks when she was a sophomore and then senior at this high school. “What is on the agenda today,” Brittany changing the subject.
“It’s Friday,” the coach answering; “Friday is always dodgeball day.”
“Perhaps we mix it up,” Brittany thinking of wanting to ensure every student uses the showers after Gym class; “make today a cardio intensive day.”
“What did you have in mind,” The coach arching an eybrow as he unlocks the gym supply room to grab the dogeballs.”
“Pull ups, chin ups, burpies, squats and fast sprints,” Brittany giving off a wicked grin.
“Only if you want the students to hate you,” the coach shaking his head; “dodgeball will do for now.”
“Then let’s add that they have to do laps every time they get hit,” Brittany adding; “by lap I mean around the periphery of the gym.”
“That we can do,” the coach nodding.
With the first bell ringing, the first group of students begin shuffling in and proceed to the change rooms. Brittany playing her part blows on her whistle.
“Double time everyone,” Brittany shouting; “you have two minutes to get changed and be at the center line!”
“Not bad,” the coach nodding as he watches the students run quickly; “get them through their paces. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Did you forget something,” Brittany glaring at the last student entering the change rooms.
“Just my coffee,” the coach leaving the gym; “it’s in the faculty room.”
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Brittany observed as the less fit students groaned at having to run their fifth lap after getting hit from one of the red balls being hurled about in a chaotic fashion. Some of the students not liking the added caveat for today’s dodgeball thought it would be funny to accidentally hurl a few balls Brittany’s way. Brittany for her part shut that down cold by catching every single ball thrown at her with one hand. She glared at the students before hurling the ball back at them with enough force to knock the wind out of them. She then ordered said student to run a lap after getting hit. After a few of these attempts, the disgruntled teens knew better than to keep pushing as the coach’s assistant could get them to do something more grueling.
“Speaking of the coach,” Brittany looking at the time; “first period is almost over and he hasn’t come back yet.”
She blows her whistle and signals for the students to stop.
“Ten minutes left,” Brittany shouting; “that’s how much time you have to shower and change for your next period. Now hit the lockers.”
The students all sighed in collective relief as they began walking to the change rooms. Brittany grinned as they would soon be returning, not as angsty hormonal teenage humans; but as horny teenage furrys. She was about to cast an invisibility spell to watch the girls when the coach came back. Brittany laughs as he was now a fit looking anthro horse furry with chestnut brown fur and a platinum blonde mane, with matching tail. His massive furry balls swaying as he walks; the large equine cock dangling lazily from his sheath; still glistening from whomevers snatch he had it buried in.
“Let me guess,” Brittany letting her glamor fade; allowing the coach to see her as a gray furred anthro wolf, “Ms. Brightfur cornered you in the faculty lounge.”
“It’s a good guess,” The coach wickering in return; “she and the nurse were all over me the moment I entered to get my coffee. She told me what you two did.”
“The human you would be appalled,” Brittany grinning; her runes glowing as she magically made the wall dividing the boy’s and girl’s change rooms disappear. “You want to help them with their conversion?”
“Let’s wait,” The coach grinning through his equine muzzle; “They are young. I doubt they have the stamina to last more than a minute before cumming on and in each other.”
“Spoil sport,” Brittany grumbling as she walked to the change rooms. She opens a door and can instantly hear moans and growls coming from within. “Hurry up,” Brittany growling; “Finish changing and get to the center line!”
“Do you wish to do the honors,” Brittany making the wall diving the change rooms reappear just as furry teenagers rush out of the change rooms. There satisfied expressions on their muzzles, confirm that the furry virus has fully changed them and they are very excepting of their new buff and nubile bodies.
“Listen up,” the coach shouting; “be discreet with who you choose to rut with. Not every faculty member is like us.”
“For the moment,” Brittany smiling; “and use your runes to glamor your new furry selves from human eyes. But don’t hesitate to give them this gift if the opportunity presents its self. Now get to your next class,” Brittany adding just as the bell rang and the sounds of paws and hooves thundering on the hardwood could be heard with the stampede a group of energetic furries could make.
“So what name are you going by now,” Brittany asking as she magically cleans up the change rooms with the tattered and shredded clothing.
“Murray Brownhooves,” The coach helping the anthro wolf clean up. And your new name Brittany?”
“Brittany Soulfang-Proudhoof,” she responds with a wicked grin.
“Bet there is a story behind that,” Coach Browhooves looking at his assistant.
“My parents choose Soulfang,” Brittany answering; “Proudhoof is my mate’s last name. Allison Heartpaw and myself decided to hyphenate after we claimed Jimmy and Jake Proudmoore as mates last night."
“Ah,” Coach Brownhooves grinning; “the twins who help their father run that restaurant." Coach Brownhooves nodding as he has been their a few times with his wife.
“Speaking of Jake,” Brittany pulling her phone out from some magical pocket, she smiles as there is a text message from her mate. Nodding at the idea of her parents getting together for a dinner party, she send a quick reply and then relays the invite to her parents. “Dinner plans and a possible orgy,” Brittany putting her phone away; "what a nice way to end a rich full day."
“First we have another gym class to convert,” the coach making one last inspection of the change rooms to make certain that they are presentable.
“Assuming that the first isn’t ripping through the school in a sex crazed storm,” Brittany picking up the dodge balls; “but we’ll know in an hour.”
“That we will,” The coach nodding; “that we will.”