"Nick, what'th happening? I feel wrong…feel wrong-bad! Something making it hard to think-think." Ken growled, his speech impediment decreasing as his face pushed forward to accomodate his new set of larger teeth. His voice was so much more gutteral now yet it felt a few pitches softer than his old voice. He was quite sure why that was so.
            His hands grew long, sharp black claws from them as the flesh toughened, turning pink as the muscles on his arm bulked up, smelly black fur sprouting from it as a heavy musk began to waft off of him. His mind was changing as well, finding his Grey Seer attractive-lovely. Not quite true to how things were in the book-scrolls, but he'd taken some liberties. He was growing a bit taller, barrel-chested.
            "Not wrong-bad, my Seer, good-great! We are becoming better than man-things! Skaven!"
            His own front teeth elongated, becoming rodentine as his others sharpened, starting to push out into a snout, the fur spreading further. His voice was scratchier, deeper, but attractive. The fur was lighter on his chest, but it was growing as they could both see and hear tears forming in his clothing.
            A hunger was gnawing at Ken's stomach. As his grey-furred arms clutched at it, he felt something missing lower down. His hips were wrong-weird and there was a spot that was hollow inbetween. Pulling away at his pants, he suddenly saw the problem. His **** was gone-gone. In its place were the aching folds of a female. A female skaven? That was unheard of! The only females were the breeders--bloated baby factories with barely any sense of self.
            Yet as she felt her growing breasts from underneath her shirt, she thought of how her destiny could be something different something better-good. She was clad with the grey fur of Seers, one of the highest-ranking members of the Skaven. Before she could ask what was missing, a pressure began building in her head and she cringed as nubs began pulling out from her scalp, taking the form of antlers--the true testament of the Horned Rat's power. Did that mean her new God was real now?
            Her eyes sparked with the power of Chaos, her tail lashing out from her pants behind her as she took a squatting posture, her long footpaws shuffling against the carpet. "I hear him! I hear-hear many voices! They tell me things! Such power! Can't contain it all in me…! Ah! Chaos! It flows-streams within me! it's too much!"
            Nick's old man-thing feet stretched and turned pink as the changes started to go below the waist, becoming digitigrade as sharp claws replaced his nails, the dark, musky fur spreading up his powerfully muscled legs. He could practically smell the chaotic power flowing through the Seer, making him grin. His scheme-plan went far beyond just the two of them. Nick, no…that was the name of a man-thing. Zhan Grimsbark wanted to sex-**** his man-thing friends into more Skaven-clan. His chest had powerfully defined muscles now as he tore the man-thing rags he'd been wearing off of his body, leaving him fully ****.
            "Listen-heed the voices! They know-tell our scheme-plans!"
            A long, pink tail extended outwards from his firm, full rump, the glands there sprouting. But he could only grin further as his **** deepened to red, changing shape as his balls plumped up, full of superior Skaven seed. It wouldn't be much longer before his changes were total-complete.
            "Scheme-plans! Such many scheme-plans…they…AH! AHHHHH!"
            Ken turned rigid as her arms moved at their own accord. Power coursed through her warping bones, forcing her to conjure-cast spells beyond her understanding. All the meanwhile, it set her nipple-**** erect and her entire body alight with hunger. Not simply to gourge herself on everything they had-had in the fridge. She wanted more of it, she wanted to drown herself in it. She would stop at nothing to attain more power for herself and she would kill-kill anything and anyone who would stand in her way.
            The room flashed alight with bright green light-flash, blinding her friend. When his vision returned, the basement had change-changed. The carpet had burned away and the pretty paint had peeled off, revealing cavernous stone walls and wooden foundations with Queefish carvings etched into the walls. The lovely stench of rotting meat and **** wafted in their noses. And the warmth of the green Warpstones was ever present. They had collected in clusters along the corners of this house-room. Warpstones were everything to the Skaven. It was not only a source of power but also for augmenting weapons, powering spells, poisons, making stronger plagues.
            Most importantly, Ken, the Grey Seeress that Zhan would work together with for the good of the Horned Rat, seemed to accept herself finally and never at a better time. Her horns had finally grown in and her claw-claws groped and felt every part of her new body, her tail lashing behind her and waving her heat in the air. "So…so wet-hot. I need…need a sex-**** so bad!" She hissed, her red eyes pulsating with rodent hunger-want. They were fixated on the only candidate who could satiate her.
            "Then I shall do as you command-order, my Seer!" Zhan grinned as he lined the seeress up and plunged his **** into her, thrusting in and out with inhuman vigor, his tail lashing behind him as the changes started to reach their zenith as his face pushed out into the ferocious-scary muzzle of a Skaven, his extended front teeth finally looking like they fit as the rest of his mouth sharpened, his nose turning black and twitching, his ears rounding over as his body finally purged-cleansed itself of his former man-thing essence. He could feel the raw power radiating off of her, and it was like a drug. His thoughts-feelings were rapidly being tainted and corrupted by the pill's effects and the exposure to the Warpstone and Ken's magical might, brain full of treacherous scheme-plans, and a contempt for the pathetic man-things that lived outside.
            Ken gasped as her claws scraped across Zhan's thick hide. Every thrust into her was like a stake being hammered into her, giving her such pain but alleviating the fires that were burning inside her. Annoying but necessary. Though she had only become a woman just now, she knew about how to best aid her male partner. She wrapped her legs across his lower back, pushing him into her as he thrusted inside, generating a rhythm. A dance almost.
            She love-loved her friend, this strong Stormvermin who worked to please her. It would not be easy to say how long it would last before they were at each other's throats. Skaven alliances were quick and violent, no matter how mutual or beneficial. As she bit-nipped at his neck in feral affection, she imprinted herself on him to remind herself that she needed him. For the time being. And while their loins both burned, it would be practical for him to stay with her.
            It was then that they had their first orgasm and their juices spilled all over the floor. Before long however, they were at it once again and again. All the meanwhile, Ken's sharp mind was thinking about how this all came to be. It was beyond belief that the pills were able to accomplish this level of magic using drugs and science. Where did that corporation get access to such resources? An inquiry would be needed.
            She became distracted briefly when her lover's snout brushed against her E-cup breasts. She grabbed his paws and had them cusp her furred ****, letting them play-play with her erect nipples as she looked at him with rare fondness. "Am I not sexy? I wonder-think if humans will think-think that too? Will they want my body and fluids like my loving Skaven-mate?"
            Zhan had let out a loud, chittering moan as he'd climaxed-cum for the first time as a Skaven, the act of doing so assuring that they would forever be the verminous mockery of man and rat, not that either of them minded anymore. Their egos were quite Skaven-like and they saw themselves as the best at whatever it was they happened to be doing. The thrill of bedding a female Grey Seer was a rush for the Stormvermin, his large, muscular frame musky in all the right ways, and his soul and heart as black and twisted as any rightful child of the Horned Rat should be. But he was no coward. He was as brave and skilled as Queek Headtaker.
            "You are very sexy-lovely, my seer. Any man-thing would be lucky to bed-lay with you." He gave a close-lipped smile, showing teeth being a sign of aggression in Skaven, and between the magical imprinting and his actual emotions for her, that was the last thing he wanted. She was necessary for his…no…their scheme-plans. The bed-nest beneath them shook as they continued to ****-mate when he decided to broach the subject of his scheme-plan.
            "But there are many man-things right now, and we need to create-form our own clan-group. As a man-thing I had many friend-allies…perhaps we can sex-**** or magic-warp them into our clan."
            "Hah. The filthy man-things won't know what hit them! We are only two Skaven, but we slave as many man-things as can. They learn to serve us for the Horned Rat! For…new Skavenblight, I guess-think. Yes-yes!" She nipped his face tenderly by Skaven standards. "You are only Stormvermin, but the makings of a Warlord are in you. You live-fight long enough, you may control the clan. The Grey Seers, however, you must always hear to. We speak-speak for the Horned Rat and the Council."
            "No Council yet-now, but soon-soon." His mind was burning with plans for them to create one, his plan to be considered an actual warlord all but concrete. He would be powerful soon-next, of that he was sure, making certain to pleasure the Seer in all the ways he could, his tail lashing about behind him. He'd need armor and a weapon, of course. It wasn't cowardice to need one. "What demand-orders do you have for your most-loyal servant?"
            "The same plan as before, the same plan." She winked. "We'll have our game night here-here, but things will be very different. Much different. Hurry now. Let's fix-fix up the hole to look like a decent man-thing hole. They will not realize they have walked into the maw of chaos until it is too late. Then you will have your first Clanrats under you command, yes-yes. Meanwhile, however, there are two things."
            She rubbed her muzzle and thought ponderfully. "My name no longer suits me. I must have one worthy of my status as a strong-mighty Grey Seer of the Horned Rat. Who am I now?"
            "Might I suggest-recommend Qun Nightgaze? It will inspire terror-fear in your enemy-foes for sure." He nodded, certain that his suggestion was the best any skaven could come up with, and he had almost forgotten about the strategy-scheme game he had planned as a man-thing. They would not know-understand what would befall them. He caught sight of himself in a mirror and was satisfied-happy. He was large, muscular and imposing, his fangs and claws sharp, and his sexual potency unmatched. Perfect warlord material.
            "It is a good name, yes-yes," She nodded, taking the name to account. Following that, she scratched her stomach. "Now, then, I hunger. There is much food in the kitchen-room above. For a whole Skaven army, not enough, but for two it is more than plenty-enough. Come. Let's eat-eat it all up."

            X-Change Wild Testimony 256 and Statement
            The Andersons Residence at 1256 Estrid Trail in an unspecified state, country and Zip code, has been declared up for mortgage by the local realty estate following a generous donation from the family's earnings. The Biachnis and Ortegos Residences, also within the same neighborhood have now been declared on sale. All three families are now under the watch and care of X-Change Corporation after consumption of standard X-Change Wild Xtra-Strength Pills and are no longer able to revert back. Once they have been deemed clean and detoxified, they will be relocated to appropriate habitats or homes.
            During extraction, an attempt at an interview with Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Bianchi, and his son, were taken, but the cheetahs had no interest in communicating as humans. Further interference came when local animal control stepped in to sedate and take the consumers away. Upon contact with Mr. Bianchi's son, the young cheetah broke into human speech and successfully seduced animal control agent Tess Avery and her partner, Jasmine Atlas, while under the influence of his musk. An agreement was then made to allow conversion into cheetahs with the use of complimentary X-Change Wild Resistance pills in exchange for a testimony from the two of then. The following is a manuscript of what X-Change Incorporate Member Abraham Watters recorded.

Abraham: So start by submitting your names and occupation, stating them clearly.

Jasmine: Jasmine Atlas, City Animal Control.

Tess: Tess Avery, City Animal Control.

Abraham: For record, you two have approved to taking X-Change Wild Resistance Pills, as shown here on the legal documents, found at the bottom under subsection d. Here, it states that if you should permanently get locked in form, that you forfeit all property and rights as human beings and become subject to jurisdiction as authorized by X-Change Incorporate and any owners or animals handlers we transport you to. These are your signatures?

Jasmine: Yes, those are ours. It's fine. We're both fine with becoming good **** cheetahs.

Tess: Yes, mew! Anything for that sexy male downstairs!

Abraham: Very good. These were signed effectively and Three PM. It has now been two hours and eleven minutes since consumption. Give us a testimony comprised of a small story about yourselves, a crisis you faced, how you learned about X-Change Wild, how it solved your crisis and what you'll be doing with yourselves after.

Jasmine: Mrrr...is it all right if Tess talks about it? I would very much prefer to come again, please. I'm very **** right now! Mew!

Abraham: That's fine, if Tess approves. We only need one speaking for you both.

Tess: It's all right. I already came a bit earlier. I'm sure that sexy cat downstairs can smell me, already.

Jasmine: Mrrrrr...mew! Yes! Yes! Mrowr!

Abraham: While she is busy with that, let's now have that testimony.

Tess: Well...when I was much younger, I lived in a house where my mother had more cats than what was allowed, and I was deathly allergic. I took an interest in pest control as a result and Jasmine later became my partner.
            We received a call today talking about a menagerie of animals being a nuisance in the neighborhood, which was where we came in and ran into the Andersons, who'd all turned into such sexy cats. All it took was the son's virile scent and coaxing to realize something.
            I've been hunting cats this whole time and -mew- I never realized how much I appreciated their agility, their tails, the noises they make. I'd always been jealous of cats this entire time and now, thanks to X-Change Wild Resistance, I don't have to be, anymore!
            X-Change Wild is a special pill that changes you into whatever animal you request for twenty fours. Other variations exist, though, like the Resistance pill, and those work much more slowly.
            Now I get to be the cat I always wanted...after I masturbate a bit more. I would heartily recommend the pills to anyone who desires to experience something beyond humanity...is that good?

Abraham:Ah, yes. That should do just fine. I think we have what we came out here for. Thank you, you two. You've helped us a great deal with your...cooperation. You may go and join the other cheetah down below while your transformations complete.

            It has since been reported that Mrs. Avery and Mrs. Atlas have since completed the conversion to full cheetahs before the Resistance pills wore off. They will transported to a proper habitat after quarantine and decontamination, standard procedures following. X-Change Wild will then begin to compensate the neighborhood for any disruption and damage of property that went on from national Incident A-101516. The manuscript will be edited later by X-Change Incorporate Writers for distribution to the public market. Message Ends.

            -Documented 03-16-2016 in X-Change Wild Archives

            All three of them were in unified agreement with their desires. Over time, the pills had made them more and more dependent to function and properly think. Their very identities were eventually called into question, unable to tell whether they were human or animal. In the end, they didn't care. It was too important for them to satisfy their primal urges and procreate eventually. Words grew so exhausting and walking on two legs became a chore. They only put on clothes because they still had peers who thought highly of them. Now, however, they lost all spirit to maintain the illusion of humanity.
            What a surprise Scott would be in for, then, as he walked back inside the house. He had come here by a phone call from his sister, but knew nothing about the trap he was walking into. So he marched on inside, totally oblivious.
            Scott opened the front door of his mother's house, and he was immediately assaulted by an acrid, musky scent. It smelt like cats, but different somehow.
            "Gaaah, what is that?" he asked, covering his mouth. "Mom? Are you home? Sarah?"
            There was the sound of mewling and growling upstairs before Scott finally shouted for his mother. At that point, everything grew still. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the running A/C, which did nothing but ventilate the musk all over the house. Despite the strange pounding in his head from the smell, Scott felt his body shake when he saw a naked woman walk up to the edge of the stairs and look down at him. It looked like his mother but there was something wrong. She looked incredibly hairy all over and she had strange ears poking out of her hair. Was she wearing prosthetic makeup? Was this a new fetish of hers?
            Then Davis walked out behind her, stroking her breasts and licking her swelled upper lips, purring contently. Was that a tail waving behind him? Was he...**** his mom?! And what was Steve doing behind them, hunched over like an animal on slendered legs, dripping pre-cum from a suspiciously authentic cat ****? They all stared at him, purring before Vanessa finally spoke.
            "Hello, Son. Good to have you finally home...we were just mating like good cheetahs," Vanessa mewed before rubbing her furred brow against Davis's chin.
            Scott's eyes widened. There was no doubt it was his mom. The ears, the tail, the extra breasts must have all been prosthetic, right? "Mom? What do you mean mating? Or cheetahs? Are you okay?"
            "Yes, we're...feeling perfect. Purrrrr-fect...mew." Vanessa said, "Davis is my mate. He is so good at giving me his seed. I hope that Steve is as strong as his father."
            "I get to mate her next, Scott!" Steve mewed, squirting a rope of cum on the floor. "Mew! She wants my cubs and my Dad's. I hope that I can be as good as him, though. I'm still his cub...mrowr."
            Davis leaned over to ruffle his son's hair, teasing his furred ears. "Yes you do buddy, you'd better save some of your seed...mew" He purred, still thrusting lightly into Vanessa. "Scott, don't you want to see your sister? I know it's been awhile since you've seen her. And I know you can't wait to see her raise her tail for you. She's such a slutty mare now!"
            Davis's eyes stared into Scott's soul. His head felt funny, and he was starting to feel oddly warm. "Mr. Canvas, how can you say that? She's not a slutty...wait, Mare? Mom?" he asked, confused.
            "Oh, yes. She started joining us in our lust, son. If you go outside, you'll see for yourself," Vanessa purred, seeing that their musk was having the same effect on her son the same way it had effected her daughter. He would be unable to resist her. It was a shame that he couldn't have a turn with his mom as well. Not that it mattered. If Aaron could see them, she was sure he'd be proud. He was more of a dog person, though. Both him and Davis's second wife, oddly enough...
            Scott's nostrils flared, drinking in the thick musky scent. Unable to respond back, he grew compelled to ignore them all as he ventured out into the garden. His mind was running freely with equine lust and desire, manipulated by his mother's words.
            "Sarah? Are you out here?" He cried out before spotting them prancing about like the equines they were becoming.

            This was Vanessa's house—it was where it all began. The moment she came back from her trip, she stripped down and took another X-Change Wild pill so she would come all over her bed. Then Davis found her one day, which then inevitably lead to the others catching on to their secret. Being the first, Vanessa had all the pills locked up in her room, meaning that everyone who shared in being lusty animals had to go through her. For the two girls, yearning to be mares again, this was no exception. It would be up to Vanessa if they would get their dosage.
            Both of them had already stripped out of their clothes long before they'd relapse back into their equine selves. Clothes were only something to wear now in front of humans who didn't understand and did not have the same experiences as they did. None of Ashley or Sarah's friends understood their new diet of oats and fruits or why they liked to run around in the grass barefoot. It wasn't and would never be enough for either of them. Thus was the addictive nature of these pills. Ashley, the more aggressive of the two, felt its withdrawal greatly.
            For Ashley, the past three minutes had been an utter eternity for her. She couldn't stand being human after eight hours. Everything about this existence was pure poison for her. She needed to be on all four of her hooves...she needed her hooves back. Her eyes had been opened to a whole new world of sensual pleasures and simplicities that she'd never have when she was human. It was all too complicated now. It was her greatest blessing and curse, all at the same time. Part of her wished that she had never gone to Sarah's house, let alone ever be her friend.
            The Latino girl stood at four foot ten—she was much much larger as a mare. Between her and Sarah, she was actually the larger and more powerful. Her lush black hair was combed back to perfect, still wet from having come out of the shower. Her milky brown skin was coated in a sleek oil that was used to groom horses, thus why the hallway smelled like a barn. Her dark eyes were focused and burning with need. Her lips quivered, teeth biting down on her lower lip, as she tried to get their attention again by knocking on the door.
            Ashley slowly shifts from foot to foot, rocking side to side in anticipation as her friend Sarah took a turn to knock on the door.
            "We need to get those pills. It's been too long Vanessa...." Ashley groaned, biting her lower lip.
            Sarah nodded, feeling the same aching as her friend, "Yeah, I know...I feel cramped in this house too...I know I'm small right now, but I'm going to need the extra space...especially if Scott comes to find us...oh...Scott..."
            Her thoughts pondered the idea of her brother being a stallion like them. A magnificent steed with a flowing mane and powerful ****. She would so have his colts! It made her nicker voluntarily, making her wish she still had her udders from last time.
            Sarah was actually taller than Ashley by about eight inches. Whenever she became a mare, however, she was usually the smaller of them but had much bigger udders between her hind legs. For now, though, she had pale caucasian skin and hair  that used to be died a cherry red. The constant transformations to a horse had bleed the dye dry, resulting in it revealing her bleached hair of blonde with the red highlighting the ends of her shoulder length hair. Her ears used to have piercings in them, but since they had regenerated, she no longer bothered with them anymore.
            Part of Sarah regretted having brought Ashley into this whole affair. It was all her fault that they had both walked in to see her mom **** Steve's dad. She never had to take up the offer to join in on the pills. Ashley had a cell phone on hand that could've called Scott's dad all about it. Ashley never protested, however; at least, not out loud. For the most part, she seemed to enjoy her new double life as a horse with Sarah. Now with the promise of Scott to give them a good ****, she was much more enthused and cooperative than ever.
            In response to Sarah's nicker, Ashley let out a low moan, biting her lower lip and arching her back. Her hips grinded against the wall, yearning to feel her tail grow out, her sex shift and change to a mare's wet vulva. "Mmmm, god don't make that sound. It makes me want to prance around like a slutty filly..."
            Sarah just smirked at that. For someone who protested what she became some of the time, even very quietly, she sure enjoyed being a horse. As Sarah thought about it, Ashley didn't have as much restraint trying to tell other people about the pills. Her family didn't have to get involved in this, but she showed them her equine body anyway, and got them hooked to the pills too. The circle just kept turning, it seemed.
            There was a loud yelping coming from the guest room behind them. Both of them jumped at it. “What was that?” Sarah gasped, suddenly forgetting her need.
            “Oh, it's my brother. He had disappeared somewhere up here some time ago.”
            “That was a girl's cry, though...” Sarah thought aloud but then smacked her head. “Oh, right. Your family is a bunch of wild ****, aren't they?”
            “Very wild.” Ashley nodded.
            That was when the door swung open and Ashley's brother stepped out, smelling of wet dog and dog food. It was harder to really describe him as a he anymore, though; his **** was largely concaving into his forming slit, leaking heat all over the carpet. Her darkened lips frothed with drool as she licked her sharpening fangs. Her amber eyes were the wild and savage stare of a coyote, patches of fur all across her changing body.
            At first it seemed like she was going to bite out their throats. When Carla saw Ashley, though, her hairless tail began wagging as she walked up to her and began licking her face. “I love you, Ashley...I feel so good as a coyote...I can't wait till I'm fully changed!”
            Sarah actually remembered meeting Ashley's new sister once. She was a rather angsty teenager who was angry over a lot of problems that didn't actually exist. When he was a boy, he never really talked much to her and mostly kept to himself. What she did know about him, though, was that he had secret **** stashes of coyote girls hidden under his bed. That was what likely spurned him to want to take the green pills, though the pink pills were up in the air.
            Carlos hadn't been the first to face Ashley during her transformation. He had been minding his own business, trying not to listen to the shouting in the living room as she'd confronted her mother and father. His music was as loud as it could be, drowning out the moans and suckling noises as they drank her milk. He'd never hear their declaration of being **** ****. Perhaps it was his father's desire to be a female wolf that drove him for a sex change as well, only he would choose the form of a coyote—this was his first time on the pills.
            “I know, my little sister. Good girl,” Ashley said stroking the guard hairs on her head. “I'm glad you're enjoying your changes. Are mom and dad already out in the yard?”
            Carla nodded, dark claws scratches her legs. “Yeah! Dad's going to be a **** wolf **** ans!d mom's one hell of a jackal! I'll be a coyote and then we'll all be **** wild dogs! Isn't that great? I should get back outside now! Yip!”
            Carla exchanged a sniff with Sarah before she hurried down the stairs. Sarah found herself ready to pout. They'd been waiting all day for this. Having Ashley's family get pills first hardly seemed fair at all! When would they get their pills?
            There was a growling sound from behind the door followed by a meek reply. They could hear the soft sound of padded footsteps.
            "Yes, dad..."
            The door knob fiddled open and the two of them were hit with a wave of heated cat musk. Steve stood in the door, naked and his feline **** hanging out of his sheath. A clawed hand rested on the tip as a small tail waved behind him. Steve's body was usually very fat, but the gradual use of the pills had been reducing him frame considerably. He leaned in to stroke ashley's face with his sprouting whiskers.
            "Oh, hi, Sarah...hi, Ashley, mew...your mom and my dad are going to mate really soon..."
            Ashley's nostrils flared, drinking in the thick, heated musk in the air. "We're just in time...we need to get the pills from them....need them so we can be ourselves," she muttered softly, almost to herself. She turned to her best friend and nickered.
            "Yes, please. We have to be horses...really, really badly...and if Scott sees us...he might want to join us...oh, then we'll have a proper stud to breed us!" Sarah said excitedly.
            Steve nodded, "I understand...Dad, they want the pills, is that okay?"
            As the door opened and he felt the rush of cool outside air, Davis climbed atop Vanessa. His barbed **** probed her slender furry rear.
            "Yowl Yes get, them the pills..." he purred. Thrusting into his mate again he eyes the girls, catching a whiff of equine heat.
            "Okay..." Stephen said with a mewl, hurrying into the bathroom as fast as his elongating feet could take him. Sarah had to admit his tail was coming along very impressively, same with his spotted hide. He came back with a small bottle and held it out to Sarah and Ashley. "Here, take them...I hope you both have fun with your brother."
            "Oh, I'm sure we will..." Sarah nodded, ideas all in her head. "I hope you have fun with my mom, Steve. You look very strong as a cat..."
            Ashley felt her knees weaken at the sight of the pill bottle. They were so close. "You all smell so amazing...." she moaned. It was almost enough to make her want to be kitty as well...almost. She was a horse, through and through.
            "Oh, thank you..." Steve mewed, licking his clawed hand. his tongue had developed rough barbs on them, brushing against his soft skin like rough sandpaper.
            "C'mon, Ashley. Let's head outside," Sarah said nudging Ashley as she downed a pill. As Ashley followed her example, the two of them thundered down the stairs, stomped across the kitchen and hurried out the backyard door. Finally alone again, Steve turned around and began rubbing his barbed **** between thickening palms, "Did you hear that, Dad? Vanessa? They said I smelt amazing! They said I was strong!"
            Ashley purred as she flexed her claws on the sheets. "You are strong, Steve. You are a cheetah, like your father."
            Davis mewled, running his rough tongue over his mate's furry, graceful neck. "We're all strong, fast cheetahs. We need to be proud cheetahs and mate!"