“They could,” Todd agreed, “but not while we have the remote. If one of them gets violent we can do anything to stop it.”
“Oh, right!” Carrie whispered.
The giraffe morph surveyed her new body in wonderment with her eyes widened like a child’s. She gently rubbed her strange three fingered half cloven hooves over her soft luxurious patches of brown and yellow fur. Slowly, carefully, the giraffe sat down on her rump and continued to explore herself, caressing her long arms and legs and turning to feel her tail before experimentally trying to move it, which of course she could.
The giraffe rubbed the back of her neck and then both of her hands trailed down to grip her breasts. She moaned loudly, massaging her big heavy basketball sized orbs, and soon two pink nipples poked through her fur, which the giraffe eagerly tweaked, hissing her pleasure through a half-open mouth. It didn’t take long for one of her hands to leave one breast only to plunge between her legs to part soft pink labia and dive within. The giraffe groaned lustfully, two of her half fingers more than enough to fill her canal, and her back and neck arched as she began to thrust them in and out of her sex in quick desperate movements. Her eyes closed, her face scrunched, and she began to pant.
“You know, I really like how she turned out.” Carrie grinned, watching the tall creature joyfully masturbate, thick fingers thrusting rhythmically between her legs, her long blue tongue panting from the side of her mouth in warm contented lust. It was quite a display of passion. “How’s our lion doing?”
Todd looked over to the giant lion morph. The lion was quite amazed with his body as well, but more confused than anything. He had just gone from a jock, to a horny little boy, and now to a handsome lion man. The big cat grinned as he flexed his incredibly inflated musculature and watched himself bulge and pump beneath his long rough coat of fur. His tail began to thrash and Todd could swear he could hear him purring. The lion licked his lips and looked over to the giraffe.
“Hey, Carrie,” Todd whispered from his hiding spot.
“Yeah?” Carrie replied. Her attention was on the giraffe woman starting to play with herself more frantically, close to climax. “Looks like fun.”
“I was just thinking,” Todd considered, “was it such a good idea to place a vulnerable mostly defenseless herbivore in front of an enormous predatory cat?”
Before either of them could answer the lion suddenly sprang off on his back feet roaring and pounced towards the giraffe with his arms extended and deadly razor sharp claws unsheathed.
Both Carrie and Todd gasped, expecting a horrendous display of carnage, but instead, the lion landed on top of the giraffe, startling her out of her self pleasure, and began to eagerly lick his rough tongue over his neck, putting his weight on top of her and pinning her down. Both animals suddenly looked into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing. They began to kiss passionately and caress each other lustfully.
“Oh.” Todd blinked several times. “I guess that answers that.”
“Do you see how big he is?” Carrie gasped.
“What? Oh.” Todd blushed a little, watching the lion’s long leonine penis slip free of its furry sheath and grow to a throbbing and plump twelve inches in length. He easily slipped it between the giraffe’s moistened loins and they began to fuck excitedly, embracing on the floor as the lion pressed in up to the hilt and began to thrust. Both animals began to pant rapidly and their bodies practically shook with pure lust.
“Well, they’re enjoying themselves.” Todd concluded. “Do you see our scaly old librarian anywhere?”
“She’s hiding in the corner.” Carrie pointed. Indeed, the large rough looking dimetrodon librarian was horrified and shaking violently in the corner, huddled into a fetal position on her side, tail between her legs. She was by far the most savage looking of the three animals and yet she hadn’t coped well with her transformation at all. She howled mournfully and then placed her front paws on her mouth, eyes widening in renewed shock. The other two blissfully ignored her, in the throes of pleasure they had no equal for in their lives so far.
“Aw, seems kind of unfair to reduce the poor old girl to that while the other two are having such a good time.” Todd started to feel a little bad. He didn’t want to hurt anybody, he just wanted to play with the remote.
“Well, let’s fix her up a bit, then!” Carrie suggested, and she and Todd eagerly began to think of something to improve the dimetrodon librarian’s situation.
“Hey, I know!” Todd said suddenly. “How about we make her more human? She seems pretty freaked out about having gone all the way.”
“As good an idea as any.” Carrie agreed.
There was a terrific roar followed by a sharp scream of female ecstasy and Todd and Carrie looked over in alarm to see the giraffe and lion both experiencing orgasm together, hands joined, tears running down their cheeks. Both panting and heaved tensely until the lion collapsed on top of the giraffe and in a daze and both grinned stupidly. The lion almost immediately fell into a deep sleep and the giraffe looked down and giggled, stroking his mane, her own eyes starting to get heavy.
“I guess it doesn’t matter what species you are,” Carrie concluded, “men fall asleep first after sex.”
“Moving on!” Todd said quickly, and pointed the remote at the cowering old dimetrodon.