Petting Zoo Ch. 01

Tiny gray spots pockmarked her neck. They reached up to her jaw and dipped down between her shoulder blades. The first to appear in the car had grown larger and lightened over time, fading to alabaster. She massaged her neck and looked away as blood rushed to her ears. Her nails clawed against her skin and she breathed deeply.

The scent from earlier filled her and she shifted in place on the couch. She wasn't sure when it happened but the smell of the drool and unwashed animal pelt had changed from disgusting to something else entirely.

She rubbed her nose and breathed in again, closing her eyes as the smell filled her. Her tongue darted out to lick her palm and then her hand raised, nails scratching through her hair. Cartilage formed high on her forehead, beneath her hair, building in circular layers that pushed against her skin. With each new growth, the previous layer ossified.

Her nails scratched against the ossicones and her tongue slipped between her lips. Magenta streaks lined her tongue and it waggled as it slid low enough to rub against her chin.

Emi's eyes drooped and her hand wavered before firming and she sipped her drink. Janelle stared at her and then glanced at her watch. She'd planned to finish out the evening and go home to sleep since it was a weeknight but she felt too awake. And as she clawed at the base of her ossicones and bit her lips to hold the quiet moan that threatened to escape, she realized she wanted to go out.

Her apartment was empty. Despite giving her friend a hard time, her own love life was embarrassingly blank at the moment. She took a sip of her wine and her tongue dipped into the glass to lap up the drink.

A stretch mark appeared low on her neck, just above her shoulders. She groaned as the cervical vertebrae within her neck widened fractionally, pulling at the discs and ligaments between. Small gray spots formed as the stretch marks slowly healed.

Janelle rubbed at her neck with a sigh and her thumb flattened soft white and black hairs growing from the nape of her neck.

"Go out dancing with me," she said suddenly, pushing at Emi's bouncing leg with her toe.

"It's late," Emi said with a yawn. She pushed the base of her palm against her thigh. Muscles beneath the normally soft skin rubbed against each other. "Had too much to drink."

"I'll drive," Janelle said.

Emi tossed back the rest of her drink. She tried to set the glass down on the end table, missed and then tried again. The skin around her knees was reddened and irritated but she ignored it as she squeezed her thigh.

Unnoticed by either of them, the small girl's legs lengthened. Her femur broke and then grew more dense as collagen filled the gaps, hardening when calcium phosphate surrounded the soft protein. Her stretching skin pulled tight to reveal lines of muscles in her thighs. The soft gray cotton shorts she wore rode higher as her legs continued to grow, until they pulled tight against her crotch.

"Come on," Janelle pleaded.

"No. No, no, no," Emi said, pushing her thumb against the taut skin and bulging muscles beneath. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as her brain tried uselessly to tell her something was wrong. "Imma sleep. You go. You go have fun. Just. Sleep just here."

Janelle looked at her watch once more. She knew she should go home and go to sleep but she felt restless. Anxious for a reason she couldn't pinpoint.

With a heavy sigh, she got up as Emi burrowed deep into the couch. She set her glass down and made her way into her friend's bedroom to steal a blanket. When she returned, Emi was snoring softly with her legs tucked against her body and her feet deep into the cushions on the back of the couch. Janelle covered her friend with a rueful shake of her head and then collected her purse and shoes.

The line of hair down the nape of her neck thickened as more hairs sprouted. White strands grew over the gray spots as black emerged around them. They brushed against her now-loose black hair as she walked to the foyer.

When the girl bent to slip into her heels, her longer neck pulled her off balance and she squawked, catching herself with a hand against the wall. Her ears slanted back in response to the sudden panic and the inner ridges began to grow smooth. She licked her lips as she stood upright and her tongue bumped against her nose. It appeared darker in the dim light overhead.

Am I okay to drive? she asked herself, suddenly unsure if she'd lost her balance due to tipsiness. Yet, as she worked her feet into her shoes, she realized she felt fine and the buzz coursing through her was due to the excitement of a night out rather than the two glasses of wine she'd had.

With the door opened, she locked the doorknob and glanced back at Emi before slipping into the night.

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Siobhan paced in her living room. Pale light streamed through the open curtains from a silvery crescent moon. She'd turned the lights off earlier, finding the darkness preferable for a reason she couldn't quite understand. She'd felt too exposed.

She turned, running her hands through her hair, pulling them up and back with her fist. The motion drew her claws out briefly but she opened her hand before they could pierce her palm. She shook her head with a growl.

The girl's red hair moved against her temples and cheeks. Her ears opened as the bumps within pushed outward to leave smooth skin behind. The tips slid through her silky hair and she shivered, clawing at her sides, responding as if a lover nibbled at the sensitive flesh.

She thought she might explode from the restrained vitality within. It had continued to build throughout the day, causing her to lose focus. She barely remembered the drive home but she'd arrived famished. Empty containers of food lay open on her dining room table.

The girl rubbed her hands on her thighs and rough skin along her palms dragged against the skin-tight yoga pants she wore. Her mat lay unrolled in the corner with gashes from her claws dotting the length of it. She'd tried to relax herself with the few positions she knew but-

She missed a step at the memory of it. At raising her hips with a growl. Her legs shuddering as she sat on all fours with knees spread and the scent of her sex filled the room. The memory of it made her dig her claws into her side and she snarled.

Her yoga pants were still wet.

She could still feel her slick muscles deep within her pussy slipping against each other with every step.

Her heart raced as she fought with the urge to masturbate. To run. To chase. To fight.

Tan hairs covered her cheeks. Her tongue rasped against her black lips and the front of her darkened nostrils.

"Dammit!" she cursed, stomping over to her door. She threw it open and it slammed against the wall. Her biceps strained against the tight Dri-Fit long sleeved t-shirt she wore.

A spray of hairs tickled the inside of her constrained breasts when they grew forth. They pressed through her sports bra and she scratched at them, accidentally slicing through shirt and bra with an enormous, translucent claw.

Siobhan's fingers wrapped around her door frame. Her wide sheaths retracted to expose her dense claws in a deadly curl. They screeched as they scored the metal frame. She scented the air and slowly leaned out into the hallway of the second floor. Thick white hairs lined the inside of her ears as they lay exposed from her long hair. Tan hairs covered the backs and her hair swayed softly as her ears rotated to catch the sounds of her neighbors.

Shaking her head at her own foolishness, she stepped into the hallway, closing her door behind her.

Her bare feet crossed over each other as she walked. Calluses began to form along her forefeet and bottom of her toes. As it grew, it darkened into gray and then obsidian. Muscles swelled within her foot, pushing at her toes to spread them into wide paws that could properly hold her changing body.

Skin bubbled up at the base of the furrow lining the middle of her back. The outline of cylindrical bones appeared before more skin grew to cover the short tail.

The girl flexed her back with her hands open and wide at her side. She made a fist and growled as she rose to the balls of her feet.

Siobhan ran, the padding on her bare feet protecting her as her claws struck concrete. Her hair streamed behind her as her legs pumped. Cars passed, forcing her further and further into the darkness away from the street.

Trees replaced street lamps but her eyes adjusted, drawing in the light while her pupils dilated far beyond their ordinary means. Colors faded but she barely noticed as she leaped over logs and exposed roots. Her heart pounded and she pushed harder until she struck out, sinking her claws in the bark of a tree.

Voices.

She knelt, panting with her tongue out and her teeth bared. Drunken voices and the scent of cigarettes. And weed.

The old part of her told her to go around but a newer part claimed the area for her own. It was the park near her apartments and it was hers. She wouldn't show fear in front of these men. She would show herself and let her presence be known.

Grass gave way to a dirt path that led to a large lake. She brushed her knees off and stood to walk beneath the flickering light of a lamp at the edge of the water. She could see them now, one sitting on the back of a bench while the other stood. Both had paper bags with a bottle of some alcohol hidden within. The one on the bench passed a joint to the other.

"-telling you she's not worth your fucking time, man," the one on the bench said.

The short fur along her body stood on end as she neared them.

"Yo, like, I hear you but she's banging," the other man said. The joint glowed as he dragged from it.

"Only banging is her banging every fucking guy got money for her," the first said.

"Fuck if I care as long as I get some."

They both grew quiet as Siobhan approached. She could feel their stares and her hackles rose. Her short tail, barely as long as her thumb, thrashed behind her.

"You out late, girl," laughed the man on the bench.

She slowed to stare at him. He was gaunt with haunted eyes and stubble over a ragged face. And he dared to look back at her. To leer at her body. She felt the anger rise within.

"You lookin' for somethin'?" asked the other.

"Lookin for my dick," said the first, grabbing at his baggy crotch.

Her claws dug into the dirt path as she turned to face them and her black lips drew back to show her enlarged fangs. They scraped against the nearby teeth until the pressure of their growth cracked the old teeth. She spat and her ears flattened against her skull

Siobhan roared, burning her throat and chest as she forced the air out with her claws exposed at her side and the muscles bunched at her back and legs, ready to pounce.

"Fuckin-!" the first man yelled, falling off the back of the bench.

She leaped at the other one and her fist closed around his neck as she bore him to the ground. Her claws bit into his neck and he beat at her until she squeezed and his face began to turn red.

"Grk-!" the man tried to say. His hands closed on her wrist but she held tight.

"Christ!" the man's friend yelled. She heard him running.

She roared again and the man looked away from her as spittle splattered against his face. She could smell his bladder release and she huffed, jumping up to stand beside him with her heart hammering in her chest.

The man wasted no time in scrambling away but she ignored him as she stood alone beneath the light. She swallowed her anger and wondered at the pride she felt for defending the area. Her area. It was an incredible feeling - a sense of power she'd never felt before and never realized she was missing.

And all it did was make her that much more aroused.

She clawed at her pussy, easily tearing through her pants and panties to expose her sex. Her swollen lips burned and she yowled as a thick finger slipped between the slick, puffy labia to the tender pussy beneath. Tan hairs emerged from her labia, dragging against her bushy red pubic hairs as they spread, piercing the black yoga pants when they spread down her thighs.

She moved silently along the path. Hunting.

There.

As the trees turned to bushes and the streets reappeared, a young man leaned against a bus stop sign. He nodded along to the headphones he wore as she crept forward, listening for others. She breathed him in, growling with need at his clean scent and the masculinity of him. He wasn't overly large but he was young. Virile. Her tail rubbed painfully against the thick band of her yoga pants while she stalked towards him.

When she entered his line of sight, he glanced over at her and nodded before closing his eyes to bob his head to the beat she could clearly hear. No scent of a female on him. She licked her lips and smiled.

He turned again when she approached and his eyes widened when she grabbed him, pressing her mouth against his to force her tongue against his. He struggled as she growled, kissing him deeply while her paw grabbed at his pants. She bent her fingers, forcing her claws free and then pulled, tearing through his clothing until he stood in his boxers.

"Jesus, lady!" the young man said when she pulled back. "What the fu-oooh- fuck!"

She'd knelt immediately, grabbing his boxers and pulling down to expose him. His dark cock hung low and she yowled, pressing her face against it while cradling his balls. Leaning back, she opened her mouth and her jaw cracked, forcing her cheekbones forward while her face expanded. Her tongue wrapped around him and he hardened as she dragged the tiny spines covering it along his cock. His fingers clamped into her shoulders and he shook, crying out until she lowered her head. She held his back with her left hand while tearing at her shirt and sports bra with the right. Claws slid through the fur growing on her chest as she freed herself, baring her breasts for anyone to see.

Siobhan pushed and the man toppled, catching himself awkwardly as she continued to suck him off, bobbing her head while her tongue wrapped around him, swirling and dragging against his skin. She felt an unquenchable heat rising in her and she broke away, growling as she turned to straddle his face. She forced her torn pants down to his mouth, rubbing her engorged pussy over his mouth and chin and nose again and again as her claws dug into his leg.

She shivered when she felt his tongue against her and his hands found her ass, squeezing and pulling as he shoved his face into her. She jerked, laying her head against his thigh when her overly sensitive pussy became too much to process. Her hand squeezed him, jerking him as her hips rocked and a high pitched, drawn out yowl came from her shortened muzzle.

"More!" she yelled, pushing harder. "More! Yes, more, yes!"

The girl reached back with both hands, digging her claws into the thick fabric and she pulled, freeing her ass. Fur crept over the curves of her cheeks and up. She grabbed his hand and moved it up, closing his fingers around her tail.

"The fuck!" the man said, pulling away and jerking his hand from her back.

She turned, pinning him in place and cleaning his face with her wide, rough tongue while she grinded against his still-hard cock.

"Feel so good," she groaned in his ear, pressing her furred cheek to his. "So hot. Need it so bad. Need it. God, I'm so hot."

"Lady, something's fucking wrong-"

Her mouth met his and then she squeezed his arms painfully before jerking her head back. His cock pressed against her lips and she shoved, spearing herself on his fat cock. She shuddered, curling into him and licking his neck before pulling back and shoving down again. The wet slapping of her pussy filled the air along with her high pitched cries as her orgasm grew near. She grabbed his hand and placed it against her tail once more, tugging it to give him encouragement.

"Fuck," the man whispered, looking at her closely for the first time. "Fuck, oh god, fuck, that feels- What are you?"

"Doesn't-" she panted, shivering and clawing the ground. "Doesn't- doesn't matter. Just fuck me. Just fuck me. Just-"

Her claws dug into his chest through his jacket and shirt as she came, roaring into the night. Yet his hands gripped her tail and he pulled her down. She hung in place with her breasts over his face and he leaned up to suck on her exposed nipple as he pounded into her. When her strength returned, she worked her hips to match his rhythm.

She lost herself in it, leaning back and grabbing his hands to rub along her body. To cover herself in his scent. He explored her as they fucked and she jerked, grabbing his hand to keep it in place when his fingernail dragged against a reddened, sensitive spot low on her belly, just above the red and tan hairs covering her mound. She squeezed his finger around the tiny teat and he pulled, expressing milk as the ducts formed beneath the skin.

His orgasm surprised her and she hissed as it forced her over the edge once more. Her lips vibrated as holes opened in the skin and the transparent tips of her whiskers emerged. Siobhan dragged her tongue along his face, cleaning him as he filled her, his arms wrapped around her powerful back.

"Fuck," he moaned, thrashing as he came within, filling her again and again. "I- Fuck. Fuuuuck."

Siobhan's tongue dragged against a single black hair along his jaw and the man flexed his fingers with a growl, digging a claw into her back.

"Fuck," he groaned again. "That feels- I can't- Fuck."

She pulled herself off of him slowly, regretting the loss of each inch until she stood over him, weak-kneed and still horny. His golden eyes stared into her and she held a hand out, easily pulling him to a standing position before leading him deeper into the park, away from prying eyes.