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Spa Treatment, Part 8 (Multi-Anthro TFTG Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-04-17 22:47:59 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
A Commission for Al
When four friends break into a condemned mountain lodge spa in order to fulfil a dare, none of them could have guessed it would change their lives forever. All they have to do is dip into the waters for one hour and they will be accepted into a local fraternity, but the mutagenic run off into the spas waters will instead begin to change them into female anthro creatures! Without options, the four must find a way to turn back . . . or uncover a community of other transformed spa goers.
Chapter 8: Joining Together
“It is marvellous to hear that you are all adapting to your new lives,” Helga said through her many animalistic mouths, as well as her human ones. It was still an eerie sight to most.
“We are!” Roxy declared. “I feel like I can finally do things, and contribute. And Hunter and Fawkes are such good teachers for how to be a dog. Well, a dog person, anyway.”
“And you, Selina, I hear you are taking part in the Community a great deal?”
The catwoman was entirely naked, her black fur covering enough for her petite yet agile body. She purred happily a little as she played with some string in her hands.
“I’m just part of the book club and do a little hunting.”
“Well, I hear that you have also been working to help some of our architects as well. Your agile mind will come in as much use as your agile body.”
“Well, I may be a sexy cat lady now, but I’m not losing any mental sharpness.”
“Indeed. And Chris, I know you are still aching to change back, and don’t have the life you expected, but the influx of milk has been a great boon to us. Not just for consumption but for our little ones who are growing as well. You are doing a great service to us.”
Chris grunted, feeling part complimented and part embarrassed.
“I’d like to do more than that. I mean, I can’t stay like this. I refuse to! But until a cure is made . . . I don’t want to just be the damn milk maid forever.”
“We can find other work for you. We need more cooks.”
“I don’t know the first thing about cooking.”
“Perhaps it’s high time you learned.”
Chris fell silent at that. The strange, mutated being likely had a point. The cowgirl looked at Doug, who was antsy and fidgeting.
“And you, Doug, you are also doing fine work foraging. I hear that you are using your skills as a rabbit person to help extend our underground network as well?”
“I . . . yeah. Ned is showing me. He’s quite . . . enthusiastic.”
The creature laughed through several mouths. “Do I detect interest?”
“Fuck no! Look, is this just some review or something?”
Helga’s various brows furrowed. “I like to check in on newcomers after a month and see how they are travelling. Some choose to leave, and we can provide provisions, but I also want to make sure everyone finds a way to be needed and useful and valued.”
At that, Doug wrinkled her rabbit nose.
“I guess we are. Too much so, sometimes.”
She cast a glance to Selina and Roxy, who were both looking pretty proud in their new cat and dog lives. Hell, Roxy just wore a little skirt and wrapping for her breasts, while Selina was completely naked. It galled Doug, who at least had a kind of loose dress like Chris’, except Ned had given it to her.
“We need to talk,” she whispered to the others after Helga bid them goodbye. “A serious talk.”
“Agreed,” Chris said, cupping her bosom, which was already filling up after that morning’s pumping. “This has gone way too fucking far.”
Selina and Roxy weren’t quite sure what their friends were talking about, but it seemed urgent.
***
They were gathered around a fire out in the wilds when Doug and Chris made their shared announcement.
“You want us to leave!?” Roxy exclaimed. She looked at Selina, who was just as shocked, to the point where she had stopped licking her furry black arm.
“Why?” she purred.
“Because look at us!” Doug said. “We’re freaks! We’ve got fur! I can’t stop hopping and my thoughts are going crazy. And these people aren’t changing us back! Back me up here, Chris.”
The former alpha male turned thick and curvy cowgirl nodded. “We should just turn ourselves over to the government. I’d rather be famous and then get turned back than get stuck making milk for the rest of my life.”
Roxy narrowed her eyes. “But when you get milked, you feel-”
“I know how I feel, alright! It’s weird!”
“No weirder than me scratching trees,” Selina said. “Or licking myself. I like that. It’s just part of who we are now.”
“Which is why we need to go! We’ve been here a damn month,” Doug said. “I’m still antsy. I make burrows. We’re girls, for Christ’s sake. I want to be fucking sexy girls, not fucking . . . whatever.”
There was a pause, but for the crackling of the fire. They each had smores, and were roasting them to fill the silence; it was one food they could still eat together, a sort of leftover in their human DNA, Selina theorised.
“This is about something else,” Roxy said.
“No, it’s the same stuff,” Chris insisted, perhaps too quickly.
“You’re lying. I can smell it on you; canine nose, remember? Come clean, Chris. You too, Doug. What’s changed?”
“N-nothing!” Doug said, but her rabbit-like nervousness was rising, giving her away.
“Out with it,” Selina said. “Or I’ll go hunt birds instead. It’s a good night to be a cat. What’s changed, you two?”
“Nothing has!” Chris said.
“Liar!” Roxy and Selina declared as one.
“We’re not lying!”
Roxy literally growled. “You are! What’s the big change? What’s happened?”
Selina joined her with a hiss. “And don’t pretend you’re just sick of it. It’s awkward, we get it. But this is something more. Out with it!”
The dam burst, and it was predictably Doug that caved first. “I’m scared I’m going to mate with Ned! Mate a lot, damn it! My stupid rabbit brain is mixing with my horny Doug brain and all the wires are getting crossed and I want him to take me from behind and fuck me until I’m full with a litter of his damn bunnies, okay?”
“Woah. Okay,” Selina said, sitting upright instead of lounging like a cat on her side. “That’s . . . yeah, that’s a reason.”
Roxy spoke next. “Chris, is it the same for you? With Brett?”
Chris sulked for a moment, then gathered her former confidence to just rip off the band-aid. “He’s annoying. He keeps finding excuses to visit me. He’s so fucking forward. I hate that he reminds me of my old self, because he’s confidence and just lays it on the table; ‘we should have sex. I know you want it and so do I, so what gives?’ Ugh, and I do want it. Fuck me, I want it so bad. Do you have any idea what it’s like to have all these extra nipples stiffen up in a mate’s presence?”
“Yes,” they all answered as one.
‘ “Yeah, well mine are probably way more sensitive. I’m probably in heat.”
“We all are,” Selina said. “Which is why I’ve asked Carter out on a date tomorrow night.”
Roxy suddenly became excited. “What? Really!? You didn’t tell me!”
“It was meant to be private!” Lee laughed. “Just us. But I guess the ‘cat’ is out of the bag, right? Look, I get the fear, Chris and Doug, but I’m not letting it rule me. The government can’t fix us. They’ll lock us up, or experiment on us. There are brilliant biologists here and I agree with them; we can’t be changed back. And frankly, I’m sick of flirting at a distance with Carter. I used to be a nerd and now I’m a hot catwoman.”
“Well, in that case, I might as well add that I really can’t stop thinking about fucking Fawkes and Hunter,” Roxy added. “They’re both hot, in their own ways. And I know they want me. Well, Hunter does. I think Fawkes is . . . more subdued. But I can smell that he wants me.”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” Doug said. “I thought you guys would agree with me! Help me get away from Ned.”
“Isn’t he really sweet?” Roxy asked.
“He’s way too sweet! I nearly changed my name the other day when he gave me a flower. I wanted to call myself Daisy. Ugh, Daisy, can you believe it?”
Even Chris chuckled a little. “It . . . does suit the new you.”
“Now you’re on their side?”
“Of course not! I don’t want to be mounted by a bull, that’s my body! That’s why we need to get away!”
Selina folded her arms. “Well, I’m not leaving. I like it here.”
“Me too,” Roxy said.
“Easy for you to say, you don’t have an udder.”
“I bet Brett could make you love that udder.”
Chris swallowed, her teats stiffening a little in their girdle. She could just imagine it, and it frightened her how hot it was.
“Well, I’m going in a few days,” she said. “Doug too. We’ll find a way to change back, and come back and get you guys.”
“If we even want to change back,” Roxy said. “I’m no longer sick, I’m happy and healthy and wild. And we're all free up here. C’mon, you guys, just embrace your wild side a bit. Give in to your instincts, and you might enjoy them.”
Chris gave a slight moo. Her udder spilled a bit of milk. She always let more milk down when she was aroused.
“Let’s just talk about something else right now. I don’t want to think about big bull cocks anymore.”
“Or making rabbit litters,” Doug added.
But both were thinking about it regardless, and Selina and Roxy could tell.
***
“So, this is a date,” Carter said.
“Yep!” Selina added, walking ahead of the cat man and letting her hips sway suggestively. She knew he liked her tail and her butt, and she couldn’t blame him.
“It seems like we’re just walking.”
“You know, I know I’m smart, but that was very incisive of you.”
“Funny.”
She giggled. “You don’t talk a whole lot, do you?”
“I talk when I need to. I didn’t expect you to ask me out, that’s all. Or to take me on a walk at night.”
Again, Selina chuckled, though a seductive pur crept into her voice. “I just figured it was time after all those little flirtatious moments we’ve had.”
“That was you flirting.”
“Oh, that’s right. You were just staring, and occasionally stumbling at the sight of me. I don’t blame you, of course. I was pretty nebbish before, but I’m the cat that caught the canary now.”
“That’s a bad joke.”
“Oh, you are so not fun! Do you want me to cancel the date?”
“No. I . . . I like it. It’s a good walk. And a good view.”
She half-turned and grinned at him. “Now that was a good joke,” she said, wiggling her butt a little. His gaze fixated on it, then back to her.
“So . . . this date?”
“Right around the corner, big guy.”
“I heard you were shy before you were changed. The rabbit one told me.”
“That was the former me, back when I was Lee. I’m Se-Lee-Nah now. Selina. And I seriously feel like I’ve got nine lives.”
“Hmm.”
She grinned. The cat man was truly a stoic one, but she liked that about him. She pressed herself against his fur, rather daringly, and grinned up at him. “Just around the corner from here,” she said. “In a clearing.”
Interested, Carter followed behind her. But when they arrived, something had changed from what Selina had expected. She’d found a lovely spot beneath the starry night, and even brought some food for them, but now that she was here someone had added a set of very plush cushions and a rather expensive looking wine bottle in the centre of them, beside two glasses.
“What the - who did this?”
Selina turned, her tail flickering in curiosity, only to see that Carter had the smallest possible trace of amusement on his face.
“You - how?”
“I’ve got a cat’s vision too. Saw you sneaking out to prepare for the date. Thought I better one-up you. Provide some wine and comfort beneath the stars. You like it?”
She grinned just like the Chesire cat. All of her nipples were stiffening, and Selina couldn’t help but relish in the sight of this tall, handsome, and unexpectedly gentlemanly man.
“Shall we drink?” he suggested.
But her loins were already warm, and becoming more heated by the second. She licked her lips and extended her claws.
“Later,” she said. “This kitty wants you!”
She leapt upon Carter, knocking him backwards, and then she was all over him. He didn’t seem to have any complaints.
***
Roxy had noticed Selina looking a lot happier the last couple of days, and being a lot closer to Carter, often pressing herself against him or nuzzling with him as they catnapped together. Doug and Chris were in denial over this, but Roxy wasn’t stupid; she could smell the act of sex on them, and oddly enough it only made her strangely jealous.
“I can’t believe you did that before me!” she teased her later that day, when they were grabbing some food from the lab cafeteria together. “I thought for sure it would be me.”
Selina just shrugged, her tail developing a naughty kink. “What can I say? I guess this change brought out a sultry side in me.”
“I guess it did. You know, I’ve been thinking of . . . with Fawkes, you know?”
“You should do it. I’ve got no regrets. But what about Hunter?”
“Um, well,” Roxy said, smiling a little. “I was thinking with him too, actually. Is that bad?”
“Who cares? We’re part-animals now! We’re allowed to be a bit more wild, right?”
Roxy considered this. Her canine brain was already revving up with excitement at the possibility. She could smell Fawkes on the other side of the community. He was mute as ever, but she could smell some squirrel folk that he was organising a shared project with; something about storage units for their own food. Hunter, meanwhile, was living up to his name, keeping an eye out for any intruders or human investigation by doing wide loops of the Community base. She chuckled to herself, smelling his excitement.
“I guess we are a bit animal now,” Roxy said.
She kept that in mind later that evening, when the sun was at the edge of the horizon and rendering the sky a gorgeous series of pink and purple hues. Something in the atmosphere just seemed right to the dog girl. She knew she was falling into a bit of heat, but it was only there as a slight push, not an irresistible urge as it was for some in the Community, and certainly so for actual animals. No, this was just a subtle little prodding for something she knew she already wanted.
Fawkes was in his usual place. There was a prominent rock that overlooked the Community and much of the surrounding mountainscape. It was good for guard duty, and also for a wolf’s solitude. She often smelled Fawkes up there, brooding silently, yet also with contentment. As such, Roxy did not approach with her usual excitability, but instead clambered up and then shifted to all fours as she approached him, until she was right beside the magnificent wolf anthro. She could smell his masculine scent, taking in his virility . . . and also his interest.
He flicked a gesture her way, indicating that she could come closer. She did so, settling beside him so that their fur was touching. God, she could nestle right in that comforting warmth. His gaze didn’t leave the horizon, just west of the Sun so that they had the best view of the evening sky and its awakening stars.
They were silent for a time, taking comfort in one another. That was the thing about dogs; they could run left and right all day long, but they could also stand guard and watch, and take things in, and not need distractions for a great deal of time.
Still, Roxy clearly had less patience than Fawkes did. She licked her snout a little and pressed just that little bit closer to the anthro wolf man.
“I know you can’t talk,” she said. “But we don’t need to talk, really, do we? We have our sense of smell, and that’s enough.”
There was something like an agreeing grunt from Fawkes.
“So what do you smell on me?” she asked.
Fawkes turned his head and looked at her. She was lost in those icy blue eyes for a moment. Slowly, yet like a great mountain, he rose to his haunches and reached out a pawed hand to stroke her furry cheeks.
No sign was needed. They could smell their desires for one another, and that was enough. Fawkes took charge, rolling over Roxy with an imperious firmness and surprising gentleness. He licked and nibbled at her breasts and lower nipples, making her wet with passion. She didn’t use words either - it wouldn’t be fair - instead she panted and moaned, occasionally snapping at him just as he did with her, a playful exchange as he took charge, making her his mate.
By the time she was unable to hold off anymore she was already on all fours, her tail raised and her haunches too. Fawkes circled around behind her and growled in a deeply passionate fashion. Then he rose up and placed himself upon her, his cock pressing against her folds, mounting her from behind.
“Mhmm,” Roxy moaned, finally breaking the silence of words. “Do it. Mount me. Make me your bitch.”
It was somehow the hottest thing she’d ever said.
And Fawkes did exactly as she asked.
***
Daisy scoffed as she saw Roxy heading off into the forest with Hunter again, the endlessly talkative and excitable Aussie dogman chatting her ear off.
“I can’t believe I have to listen to this,” she complained, digging her burrow deeper just to escape the sounds of the coming passion. “I can’t believe I have to listen to everything!”
Ned chuckled beside her, helping her dig a bit further. “That’s the curse of being a rabbit I’m afraid, Daisy.”
Daisy stamped her foot happily, stopping only when she realised what she was doing. She loved the way this nerdy rabbit man called her Daisy, but God if it wasn’t also shameful.
“Just remember, you only call me Daisy in private, okay? Not with anyone else. I’m Doug to everyone else.”
“Oh - er, yes, of course. You know that I wouldn’t betray your trust, Daisy. I would never take advantage of you. You, well, you know that.”
She did, and it was the worst part about knowing Ned. Far more than practically any creature in the Community, they as rabbits needed to breed. She hadn’t broached the subject much with Ned, but despite his endlessly and hopelessly kind demeanour, she knew that he often had to scamper off to masturbate like mad. He’d jokingly implied that it had been a lonely couple of years since he was changed, and her arrival “made things better, and worse. At least I’ve got a companion now. Not that kind of, er, companion, of course! I didn’t mean that!”
She knew what he meant. Despite her three close friends, in some ways Ned was the only one here who truly understood what it was like to be her. Well, the squirrel folk were close in some ways, but even then they didn’t understand the hypersensitivity, the easy anxiety and flight instinct that came to her so naturally. No one understood the sense of hearing that pervaded her life now, or the need to dig burrows and make new homes just in case. Nor did they understand this endless need to breed. Not just to have sex, though that was a big part (and frankly, as much a holdover from her time as Doug as it was a rabbit thing). No, she wished it could just be easy fun like it was with Roxy and Selina, who were obviously fucking their lovers - Selina didn’t even make it a secret, which had shocked Chris in particular.
Instead she needed to make babies.
Babies, babies, and more babies.
Kits.
Bunnies.
Litters of them.
It was an infuriating. It was arousing. And, after an awkward amount of dancing around the topic, she’d come to discuss it with Ned just so someone could understand what it was like and give her some respite in the issue - if not respite on the whole ‘aching need to be super pregnant’ thing.
Daisy stopped burrowing. “I want to make babies again,” she said, her shoulders sagging again.
“I, um, know.”
“You knew?”
“You were digging extra fast. You throw yourself into a new burrow or new activity every time your heat is up. Besides, I’m a male rabbit folk, I can smell it on you, remember?”
Her shoulders sagged even lower. What was even the point of this burrow? It was just a distraction from her estrus woes.
“It’s not fair. Roxy gets to be a cool dog girl racing about. Lee is a catgirl, and she can lounge around. Instead I’m just high strung and crazy and all I want is sex, sex, sex and babies, babies, babies. God, I want you to put bunnies in me. I want a whole swollen womb full of them. I want it so fucking bad it’s nuttier than the squirrel gals, I swear!”
Ned was completely expressionless for several seconds, but his glasses fogged up real fast.
“Well, are you gonna say anything?”
He fidgeted, trying to clear his glasses and not hammer his foot upon the ground from his clear agitation.
“I’m not sure, er, what I’m meant to be saying? I’m, I suppose you could say, I’m dancing around these feelings a lot as well, Daisy. Ever since I met you. Our, you might say, biological imperative, is stronger than most. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with you, but it’s also - it’s torture! Every fiber of my being wants to get you pregnant just like a good, er, bunny breeder, one might say. I just want to take you and make sure you’re never without our children in you. I want you to make babies, babies, babies, as you say. I want you, well, this sounds so overtly masculine of me I know, especially given my own rather meek nature, I’m well aware, but I want . . . you to be mine. I want you to be the father of all my children, as many as possible. It’s . . . well, it’s a lot to deal with. And when you speak about it like this, it only makes it harder for me, or for us both. Because what you say is . . .”
“Arousing? Hot as hell? Makes you hard for me?”
He gulped, loudly. “Y-yes. One might say that. Indeed.”
Daisy winced, chattering her large front teeth and trying to fight against these overwhelming needs building up more and more within her. She knew he wanted that, had always known ever since her own desires continued to manifest. It was clear from the way he looked at her, after all. But hearing him admit it out loud, just as she had finally admitted it out loud. It was unfair. She was meant to be fucking sexy college girls - getting them pregnant if things went particularly careless! - but now her stupid rabbit brain couldn’t help but conjure up images of her with a greatly swollen stomach, so swollen that she could barely move, an entire litter of bunnies kicking around inside her overstuffed womb, her teats filling up with milk to feed them all. It was the kind of image that made her rabbit hormones run wild. Or hop wild, to be more accurate.
“So . . . what do we do?” she asked.
“We could . . . I’ve got some good board games back in another burrow. We could play Monopoly. Oh! Settlers of Cataan might put us off this dreadful need to fill you up . . . with babies. My babies.”
Another stare, even longer.
“Shit,” she said.
“Yes, shit,” he replied.
He pushed her against the wall of the burrow, nibbling at her neck and stroking her breasts beneath her dress. The sensations were divine, but Daisy was already wet and ready between her powerful thighs. Hell, she’d been wet and ready every day for the last whole damn month or more.
“Just take me already!” she cried. “Get me pregnant! I can’t stand another second of not being pregnant. I need to be filled up with your little bunnies already!”
“Are you sure? I mean, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take it this f-”
“Shut up and fuck me, now!” she pleaded. She spread her legs further. “I need this, you need this, so let’s just have baby-making sex already! If I can’t be knocking up hot sorority girls, then I’ll be your hot rabbit sorority girl, you sexy nerd! Now make me big with babies! Hurry up!”
Ned needed no more encouragement. He entered her, leaving Daisy to gasp at the unbelievable. And then they were rutting, him thrusting into her at great speed, and her gyrating in time with said thrusts. The bunnies were breeding. They would be at it everyday from that point, they both knew.
Just like rabbits.
***
Chris felt like she was going insane. It was like her milking station - now her milking cabin - was the final bastion of sanity in this place. In the last couple of weeks she had come to hear by gossip or witness by her own eyes the obvious; her friends had given themselves over not just to their new lives and bodies, but to attraction as well.
Selina was actively dating the cat man Carter.
Roxy seemed to be having a friends-with-benefits scenario with Fawkes and Hunter.
Doug was trying and failing not to go by ‘Daisy’ now, and was very obviously fucking that nerdy Ned every chance she got, the traitor!
And here she was, still filling up with milk, still getting visits from Brett the bull, who kept wanting to damn well help her in anyway he could, all while suggesting they have a bit of mating time. It was so fucking ridiculous! She wasn’t meant to be a cow, no matter how much milk she kept expelling from four nipples and four separate teats! And no matter how much she dreamed of mating, or how wet and aroused she got when she occasionally let Brett help milk her when the pumps stopped working, she would never, ever fuck him.
“I’m the last holdout,” she declared to herself after seeing her trio of friends laughing outside, chatting about their love lives so easily. “I’m gonna leave this place, Helga and the rest be damned. I won’t be mounted by no damn bull. I’m an alpha male, not him.”
To Be Continued . . .
