Master! Master! – Chapter 10.3

Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master! – Chapter 10.3

by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path

“Let’s see… I never… used drugs while having sex,” I said. Lorraine and I were playing ‘I Never’ and drinking sodas spiked with mini bottles from our hotel room.

“Wuss,” Lorraine replied before drinking. “I never went to a school dance without having sex.” Her challenges were really just a means of making fun of me.

I grudgingly drank. “Ok, I… never took a dump on someone’s chest after sex.”

“What kind of twisted slut do you take me for?!”

“You didn’t drink, I’m surprised.”

“Of course I didn’t drink!”

“But it’s on your bucket list, isn’t it?”

She muttered a curse and drank from her cup.

As we played, we walked past a pair of humanoid peacocks. The male had bright, colorful feathers growing from his scalp instead of hair, with similar feathers growing from the base of his spine as a tail. Each feather was the size of a canoe. He looked like an even more flamboyant version of Steve. He was Liberace’s wet dream. The female was surprisingly plain.

“Goddamn, we are getting good at this.”

Lorraine and I were admiring our newest creations, two African lions. I’ll admit it, the male lion was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Bronze skin, a thick mane of hair, and a physique I could never get in my wildest dreams. And of course, he had the tail and feline ears. He was standing on top of a boulder, staring back at zoo patrons that were hypnotized by his six-pack and giant schlong. If they made a fourth Expendables movie, it could just be two hours of this guy beating up everyone else while in the nude and it would win an Oscar.

“I’ll be honest, your guy is making me question my sexuality a bit,” I said.

“Your African queen has already made me bi,” she responded.

The lioness’s appearance was strangely different from the other girls (aside from her animal attributes of course). Chloe, Momo, and Sonja had sort of a soft beauty, an innocent sexiness. The woman below me had a slightly older appearance, around my age, with a beauty that could almost be called… sharper, almost piercing. Momo, Sonja, and Chloe looked like their natural state would be frolicking naked or napping in a sunbeam. She looked like her natural state would be wearing a black micro bikini with high heels, using her soapy tits to wash an SUV in a commercial. The fact that her tan skin wasn’t oiled was an affront to God. Her blonde hair was only an inch long, showing off her ears.

She was lying on her side, flashing everyone her naked body while she soaked up the sun. Her tail curled and flicked, her ears twitching as she listened to the voices of the shocked masses.

“I think Betty did too good a job of breaking my spirit. I suddenly have the desire to let that bronze goddess step on my dick with stilettos.”

“Sorry, can’t talk, I’m too focused on planning my next rape fantasy story, staring Simba over there.”

I don’t know how long we stood there, gawking.

We were at the Zoo Center, looking at a rhino that Lorraine had just transformed. He had a large tusk growing out of the bridge of his nose and his skin was gray. Like all of Lorraine’s creations, he was built like a brick shithouse. Being around her, I had become used to seeing hulks that completely outclassed me physically. The shame had dulled.

“Do you think we should be worrying about what we’re doing to these species?” Lorraine asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well a lot of the animals in zoos are there for their own protection so that they can breed safely. We’re kind of taking them off the market.”

“As if that was worst crime against nature we’ve committed today.”

“Meh, good point.”

Before we could even choose to leave, we were forced out by the security and the police. People were panicking with the sudden appearance of the humanoid animals, most of them thinking they were just furries on drugs, but many realized that they weren’t normal people. Whatever was going on, no one could explain it, but no one could ignore what was going on. Now all we had to do was wait.

“Unh, fuck!” Lorraine cried out.

Were in our hotel room. She was lying face-down on the bed and I was on top. I had my arm around her neck and was violently sodomizing her. Despite my vicious thrusts and choking hold I had her in, I wasn’t in a bad mood or mad at her. I had pretty much gotten used to her, but she insisted that hate-fucking was the best fucking and told me to channel all of my frustration from yesterday.

“Why the hell do you like country music?! Country music sucks!” I yelled.

It was easier than I thought it would be.

I sat up, gripping her ass cheeks and watching my manhood slide into her back door. I wanted to take a picture and make it my phone background. I pulled out and spread her cheeks, looking into her gaping asshole. I spat into the opening, using it as lube when I rammed back into her.

“Harder! It’s supposed to hurt!” she demanded.

“And I hate your pick of candy! People who eat peanut m&ms should be herded into concentration camps!”

I got on my knees and pulled her onto all fours. I squeezed her left breast with a strangling grip, making her scream as I began thrusting into her. The harder I strangled her tits, the louder she cried, but the fact that she was diddling herself gave me the impression she was enjoying it. She was an annoying bitch but she could take a pounding. She was throwing herself back at me, slamming me with her ass so I was forced as deep into her as possible. I had once heard that the doors of hotel rooms were heavy in order to soundproof the room, but her lewd moans were sure putting that to the chest.

“Ah! I’m cumming! Hit me!” she moaned.

I flipped her onto her back, grabbing her throat with one hand and slapping her again and again. Her eyes rolled back into her head as choked and struck her, all with my manhood still punishing her anus. Every time I slapped her, her moans sharpened in pitch as my hand dampened with her saliva and tears. Finally, she reached that perfect chime, cumming again and again as I pumped her full of semen.

We separated, gasping for air and soaked in each other’s fluids. I think I was starting to warm up to her.

“You’re getting pretty good at that. I can feel the hate flowing through you,” Lorraine said.

“When I was choking you, I was thinking back to when we were at the airport and you put your used gum in my back pocket and I knew I couldn’t salvage those jeans.”

As I cleaned myself off, my phone began to ring. “Hello?”

“Are you near a TV?” It was Elise.

“Yeah, why?”

“You need to see the news, any channel. We’re watching it on CNN.”

I turned on the TV to CNN. It was a live view of the parking lot from the Bronx Zoo, filled with police vans and tents. A woman was covering the story, and behind her, cops and men in biohazard suits were walking back and forth.

“I see that you two have been very busy today,” said Elise. “We’re all watching it here at home. Both the girls and pillar men have their eyes glued to the TV.”

“There is still no answers as to the sudden appearance of these strange animal enthusiasts or how they even infiltrated the enclosures,” said the news correspondent. “Zoo officials are claiming a tampering of their security camera system allowed these people to change into their strange costumes without being seen. Due to their unusual behavior, police are testing them for drugs.”

“Jesus,” I said as Lorraine’s lion man came into view, escorted by police into a CDC van. He was wearing handcuffs and had a Hannibal-style mask over his mouth to keep him from biting those around him.

“I’ll kill you all! How dare you put your hands on me?!” he yelled. He was definitely the king of the jungle.

“Check it out,” said Lorraine, looking at her phone, “it’s all over the internet. #animalpeople isn’t just trending, it’s exploding. People throughout the park saw a lot of the transformations, there are even videos already on YouTube.”

“Those guys are from the CDC,” said Elise. “They’re trying to pass it off as some kind of flash mob or PETA demonstration, but it’s obvious that they’ve already realized what’s going on.” There was obvious terror in her voice as she imagined herself being hauled away like that.

“Yep, the conspiracy theorists are already going nuts. So, what do we do now?” asked Lorraine.

“Tomorrow we go home,” I said. “Once there, I’ll call the CDC and tell them I know what caused all this. By then, they should be so desperate for answers that they’ll believe whatever I say and will be willing to help.”

“Or they’ll dissect you.”

“Or that.”

The daytime news eventually ended, replaced with the more intense evening news. Now information had been compiled and was being released. There was cell phone footage of the transformed animals, some in their enclosures, some escaping, and some even fighting with the police and zoo security. There was one video of the snake woman I had created, slithering down the sidewalk with officers chasing after her. When they got too close, she’d knock them back with her tail, sending them flying through the air. Of course, since this was cable news, her breasts and vagina were pixilated. There was another video of a woman with white hair who had originally been a monkey, climbing along trees and hanging from branches with her tail.

There was wild speculation from every news station, different pundits calling it a promotional event, an animal rights protest, a flash mob, or just a gathering of furries on PCP. Online, most people watching the videos or reading the stories commented the classic “fake and gay”, but there were others who were saying that what was going on was real, and had come to realize that these were not ordinary humans. The presence of the CDC was helping their argument and their faction was growing.

The CDC had already set up a basecamp, seizing a hospital in the Bronx and using it to house and isolate the hybrids, with all human patients being moved and redirected to other hospitals. It seemed that they weren’t even going to bother trying to come up with a cover story.