Author's Note

Wishing everyone to have a Happy Thanksgiving!

& hope you all have fun with the following feast........yeah, bad pun.
This is the first of the chapters here with any major sex scenes in it. For any who may have been looking for major sex with the story tag, I had hoped to make a good story that has porn in it rather than making a porn scene that might or might not have a good story hidden inside. I hope this will make up for anyone who's been waiting, and assure you that there will be more, but in those places where the story justifies them.
Just as a reminder, and to make it easier for folks specifically looking these (or even if you want to avoid them), such chapters will have [交尾] as part of their titles.

[交尾] First Gate: Burning Memories (edited #1)

BridgeWorld: Day/Night ???
She screamed due to the fiery pain and agony. She could do nothing but scream.

Totally immersed in the slimy green goop, everything burned! There wasn't anywhere on, or in, her body that didn't burn. It was everywhere!

So, she screamed.

But there was no sound.

The viscous alien fluid filled and burned the inside of her lungs. It coated and stung her vocal cords, silencing her screams, but she still screamed. It filled every opening in her, making her scream nonstop.

She had screamed the moment she had been dropped into the vat and the substance immediately began dissolving her skin, her flesh, her muscles, even her bones! Oh, but it did not dissolve her all at once. It took its sweet time, inexorably seeping into every entrance, and she screamed throughout it all. Even while she floated in the middle of the tank, eventually becoming nothing but just a collection of exposed internal organs, she continued to scream. Unable to blink since her eyelids had dissolved long ago, and her eyes simply floated along with what little remained of her. All of it burning with agonizing fire.

She had no idea of how long it was, but she screamed every second she was in it. Even sleep was denied her as it incessantly stimulated all her raw exposed nerves.

Thus, she continued to scream, never aware of when the vile substance finally got around to rebuilding her body, bit by bit.

Then the surprising noise of her screaming actually made a sound was her first awareness of something beyond the intense burning sensation.

Screaming, choking, and coughing.

Numerous stinging sprays blasted her body from several different angles all at once, while she hung above a grated platform, her head below as she vomited and spewed the slimy green mixture out of her mouth, her coughing finally clearing her lungs of the picante slime.

She continued to scream, but her agony slowly, so slowly, finally began to ebb.

Eventually, she stopped screaming.

Exhausted beyond words, she finally fainted, totally unaware of what the mechanical tentacles that held her carcass was doing to her.

Much later (she had no idea of how much time had passed) she woke. Instinctively coughing, she shakily lifted her head and looked about her.

She was in a very large, yet quite spartan room, laying on a long and wide block nestled in one back corner of the chamber. From the dull gray, sectioned segments that made up the walls, she estimated the entire chamber was a big square, roughly around 50 to 60 feet per side and perhaps 20 to 25 feet to the ceiling. There was a transparent wall before her, a noticeably thick glass slab taking up the entire surface that sectioned off a quarter of the entire chamber, creating a narrow corridor beyond, but holding the only exit she could make out at the far end of that partitioned space, a set of sliding double-paneled doors. Oddly, the corridor had the only lighting set in the ceiling, for its entire length. She immediately associated that glass barrier as being the front of her cell, which established her bunk was at the rear right corner of the space. Her area was the remainder of the square chamber, and was completely bare, except for a hole for a drain near the room's left rear corner and a small sink sticking out from the right wall between the front of the block upon which she laid and the glass front of the room. The bare slab that currently functioned as her bunk was roughly 15 by 30 feet. It wasn't metal, stone, or wood. She had no idea of what it was, but it wasn't chilled like metal or stone would be.

She raised her left hand to rub at her temple in an effort to soothe the headache she woke with and tried to remember how it was she had come to this place.

The dull ache slowly receded, but then she noticed that her "hand" should more accurately be called a "paw". It had short stubby fingers with dull nonretractable claws, like what one might expect from an anthropoidal dog's hand. The outer part of her limb was covered with short, wiry, tawny colored fur with numerous jet-black spots, while the inside was mostly a pure white with few spots and little of the yellow coloration. Her right arm was naturally a mirror image, but there was nothing "natural" about any of this! Both arms were rather longer than she remembered her human arms had been, although much thinner. But when she touched her arms with her opposite ~~hands~~paws, she could feal strong tight corded muscles beneath the fur.

Sitting up, she looked down her belly, finding it also sported a thick coat of short coarse white fur. Her A-sized breasts were totally gone, but in their place were a pair of bare pink nubs. In addition, there were three more sets of nipples, running down below where her normal breasts had been on either side of her belly in a line roughly aimed toward her crotch.

She had never sported a figure featuring the huge pendulous breasts that was considered envious among most girls to appease the stereotypical cravings of oversexed adolescent males. Hers, instead, had been that of a svelte, athletic figure. But she was going to miss those firm A-cup sized mounds. However, that was not to say that her chest could now considered small by any stretch of the imagination. Her ribcage was now FEAKING HUGE!

Moreover, as she looked lower, she could see her belly was almost impossibly caved in, nearly anorexic in appearance, becoming a narrow waist before smoothly blending out to a wide pelvis that split into two, extremely long, very, very muscular legs and finally ending with digitigrade feet, again reminding her of an anthropomorphic dog-like creature.

More of the black-spotted, tawny yellow caught her eye starting on either side of her belly and down the front of her legs. She looked around and discovered she also had a tail with slightly different pattern at its tip, and she realized she had seen this sort of thing before.

That's a cheetah's tail!

Her hands went to her face, and she felt around it.

There was definitely a muzzle there, mobile cat-like ears, and thick fur all over.

I'm like some anthropomorphic cartoon dog, or cheetah, character!

Getting up off the bed to stand, she slowly walked over to the glass barrier. It was brightly lit in the passageway beyond, and no lights in her room, but there was just enough to illuminate her body and provide a reflection as she cautiously approached.

And it was confirmed with the black teardrop markings on her face.

Definitely cheetah! she thought. But who, or what, could turn me into such a thing!? Moreover, WHY!?

She tried to recall how she got here.

There was a spike of pain through her head, and a terrifying memory of intense burning fire, but she could recall her name.

Jackie Valentine.

She was a member of a four-girl musical band currently touring a number of Pacific Island nations.

Their last gig was in Suva, Fiji.

They had taken a trip on a yacht.

There had been a storm and they were shipwrecked on an island.

Only it wasn't on Earth! she remembered.

She couldn't recall many details of that island, however. Recent memories were fuzzy, vague—and even more worrisome, they seemed to be—missing.

What happened to us!? she wondered, looking about her prison cell.

Yes, this is a prison cell! she suddenly realized.

The small, rounded shelf sticking out from the wall near the end of the "bed" caught her attention—there was running water in it.

Suddenly feeling thirsty, she walked over it. Looking down at her new "hands", she realized they were no longer useful for cupping water for drinking anymore. Instead, she was forced to dip her chin into the shallow pool of water in the bowl at the bottom of the recess until her mouth was submerged, where she was able to gulp down mouthfuls of the precious liquid.

Just as she reached her fill, a noise above her made her leap away in fright, and for good reason. A panel had slid open in the ceiling above her, and a trio of mechanized tentacles descended, holding a tray of cooked meat and set it on the near end of the bunk platform before retracting back into the ceiling, whereupon the panel slid closed again.

The scent reached her, and her starving stomach decided what she would do, despite her terror of the just-displayed prison technology trying to keep her away: she rushed forward and immediately began devouring all the meat in the tray. In mere seconds, she had licked the tray clean enough to be almost considered washed.

Not realizing that she had been lightly drugged from the food, she was soon feeling drowsy from her full belly and she crawled back onto the platform and sleep up against the corner in the back wall.

While she slumbered, the door panels in the passageway outside the window slid apart, and a figure silently glided in on its five large tentacles to stand before the glass. It looked impassively upon the formerly human female for several moments before turning to go back out and the door panels slid shut behind it.

There were numerous repetitive cycles of her waking, drinking, and being fed. So many that she eventually lost count of them and even lost her fear of the way the food was delivered, and the empty tray removed. And as the walls and bunk were far too hard for her to mark in any way, there was no way for her to try to keep track of time.

Of whatever beings were keeping her captive, she saw no sign of them, and boredom was soon becoming her biggest enemy. She could only guess that she was being fed once a day, or close to that schedule. The drain in the floor at the other side of the room was used for relieving herself. There was nothing to use for toilet paper, but fortunately her excrement was relatively solid and dry, so it wasn't too onerous yet.

Several times, she was suddenly awoken by a distant muted roar of some creature. The first time it happened, the sounds occurred something like several times in an hour, then long periods of silence, only for the sequence of distance roars to recur. This went on over several feeding periods, each roar was nearly equal intensity and duration so far as she could tell. Oddly, she didn't feel as if whatever was making those sounds was in pain. She had heard creatures crying out in agony as well as other emotions, and these just didn't have the same tremor to such. Nor did they sound like roars of rage—they were too regular for that emotion to account for them. Then the roars ended for a time, only to start up several feeding periods later. What she could sense, though, was the resumption was happening at a new location, and it generally followed the same pattern as the first time.

Over time, she began to tune the sounds out. Then they stopped again for several feeding periods, only to resume again—

Definitely a new location this time. she considered, puzzled as to what the sounds meant for her future. And there seems to be another creature roaring this time, too. A different voice. But the pattern of roars simply repeated as before with the two of them, but nothing to indicate to her that there was any fighting involved between them. As before, she began to tune them out as they just continued over several feeding periods.

As time went on, she increasingly began having—urges. At first, it wasn't that noticeable or localized, but after a few more cycles of feeding and sleeping, the—urges—had slowly developed into a definite—need. She only understood what the exact nature of that need was exactly when she woke only to find the pad of her right paw rubbing her crotch and her hand was dripping with a clear slimy fluid that she had just squirted out.

"Yipe!" she yelped in shock at what she had been doing in her sleep.

Just then, in the outer corridor beyond the glass, the doors opened, and a creature straight out of mythology walked through the portal—a griffon! A real-live lion-sized griffon!

Jackie fearfully crouched on her hands and feet as the griffon spotted her. It paused for a moment, then sniffed the air and proceeded in, its wings partially unfurling. Once past the threshold, the door shut behind it. The griffon curiously looked back at the event going on behind it, then looked to Jackie again. Even more alarming to her was the fact that she could see the glass wall receding from the frame near the griffon and it noticed the event, too! Apparently sniffing the air, it proceeded toward the opening that was now large enough for the large predator, its wings spreading out a little more.

Having no route through which to escape to, Jackie fearfully awaited her fate.

"Please, don't hurt me!" she whispered. The griffon cocked its head at her voice.

"I—I won't hurt you," it said. "Y-you-you're too beautiful for anyone to want to hurt. And you—smell really, really good!" To prove its point, it lifted its head, sniffed the air deeply, and licked its beak before resuming approaching her.

"Ple-e-e-e—" she squeaked, cringing as it came closer.

"It's okay," it gently said to her, slowing the walk toward her but not stopping. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." It began making purring and cooing noises toward her as it reached the bunk and climbed up to join her. "It's okay. It's okay," it whispered. "I promise I won't hurt you. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want you to feel pleasure." Its wings stretched out and slightly forward, blocking off any escape except perhaps by jumping over it, but her terror kept her rooted to the spot as she waited for it to make its move.

"Wh-what do you want?" she fearfully asked.

"You smell delicious," it repeated. "I want to taste you—but I'm not going hurt you!" it quickly said when its words made her alarmed. "You're so beautiful. Too beautiful! Such a beautiful cheetah. I like all cats, but cheetahs are my favorite. No one should ever want to hurt you. You should only feel good. And—and we both can feel good," it said, turning its head to glance at its rear.

Jackie dared a nervous glance to where it was indicating, and then she froze. She could see a large pink fleshy rod extending down from between its rear legs.

HE! It's a HE! she suddenly realized, nervously gulping. He wants to fuck! And the moment that the thought went through her brain, Jackie remembered that just before his arrival, there had been a very, very urgent and unavoidable matter that she was needing to take care of.

Fear and Lust suddenly had a very short and furious war in her mind—and Fear just lost badly, getting shredded into tiny little bloody pieces in the process.

Jackie immediately laid on her back, trusting the griffon male, and lifted and spread her legs, letting him have unrestricted access to her. For having a bird's face, his features were quite expressive, and she could tell he was very appreciative of the view before he was soon, slowly, lowering his beak toward her.

Fear had one last gasp of life left when she felt the sharp tip of his beak breach her opening, but the moment was all that Fear got to live again, as his beak opened barely a fraction of an inch. Then Fear was fully sent down into the grave as a thin sharply pointed tongue snaked out from his beak to furiously poke into and probe deeply about her canal.

"Ca-a-a-ack! Ca-a-a-ack! Ca-a-a-ack! Ca-a-a-ack!" she screamed at the sensations now shooting though her nethers and up her spine. So wonderful! Yes! This is what I'm needing! she thought as the griffon worked some amazing magic. She never imagined for a moment in her life that a bird's beak ever could feel so good down there! Although seemingly tough and hard, it somehow was malleable enough for him to make the cunninglingus he was doing with a beak the most awesome thing she had ever experienced as he used his beak to nip and nibble at her clitoris along with using his tongue to play with her, inside and out. Throughout it all, he didn't neglect exploring her body for other erogenous zones as he used one set of eagle claws to gently stroke and scritch the along the inside, backside, outside, and front of her thigh, often switching off with his forelimbs to attend to her other leg, sometimes stroking and teasing her pubic and lower belly regions as well as her tail. Now there was a new and fantastic erogenous zone for her to experience!!

All too soon, it ended, however. She looked up to see him having pulled up and was licking his beak, leaving the entrance to her pussy twitching in longing.

"As good as you taste inside, there's something else who wants his chance to enjoy your flavor," he said, grinning to her. Jackie blinked in shock.

He's got teeth in that thing!?

Unaware of the nature or source of her surprise, he slowly stepped forward between her legs, and as he did so, he did a doubletake looking at her belly. "Oh, as urgently as he wants you, I don't think I need to rush things," he muttered before bringing his beak to the first of the belly nipples lining her left side. His nipping beak and twisting tongue was soon igniting new pleasures throughout her frame, as she stared down her own length, her gaze locked on a waiting, twitching, and dripping pink rod still a longways distant from its waiting goal.

She smiled at the ministrations he applied to her lower nipple, but before the sensations started getting old and stale, he expertly switched over to the right side of her belly and worked on the nipple there. After another period of time, he moved up to the next in line on the right side and repeated the process. Then back over to the left side, then forward one more time.

He is very thorough, she thought, admiring his patient and focused attention to all eight of her new anatomical features, despite his own clearly aroused desire and appetite for her carnal pleasures. Finally, he stepped forward one last time, to stare directly into her face as he bent his body nearly in two so as to position himself before her entrance as well as preparing to kiss her directly on the mouth. He lowered both ends simultaneously, with the now freezing tip of his reaching her opening and sending a sharp shivering spike of electricity through her body just moments before his beak reached her muzzle.

The scent and taste of her own fluids still lingering on the tip of his beak hit her mind the same time as his first thrust shoved the enormous thickness through her narrow opening, and Jackie grappled his neck and attacked his hard lips with her teeth and tongue while they both savored the tingling sensations from their nethers, making Jackie emit a loud, rattling purr. "Sweet Jesus!" she swore.

"Oh, yessss," he hissed with his own loud purring. "I want to feel that again!" he said, nearly withdrawing the entirety of his organ from her before fiercely plunging back in. "Oh, sweet God, yes!" he hissed as he repeated the motions again, and soon he was furiously thrusting and pumping into her, leaving no time for words or even thoughts.

Unfortunately, the angle of their union prevented him from being able to completely hilt into her, causing him to leave a couple inches outside, but it was not for a lack of trying, and his efforts made her hiss from the momentary discomfort. Mercifully, he finally gave up on the attempt and instead simply focused on starting up and maintaining a furious pumping rhythm. Soon, they could only emit animalistic growls, purrs, hisses, and whines for the next dozen minutes as they both shifted and twisted their bodies about, each struggling to reach climax first.

With her feet locked about his waist by the position of his knees, she suddenly gripped him hard and used the leverage to lift her rear up to slam hard against him, unexpectantly hilting him in the middle of a withdraw, surprising him, and with his near autonomous motions already locked in, his latest thrust was now deep enough to penetrate her cervix. It finally drove her over the top, and her internal muscles strongly clamped down, squeezing his exposed organ!

"EEEEERRRRRRHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!" she screamed as he was suddenly and forcefully halted in his motions and had no option but to stand there while she rode out her ecstasy. He grunted in surprise at her unexpected grip. But it wasn't long before she was exhausted and finished and fell back to the bunk. She panted as she looked up at him, grinning in victory.

"First," she whispered, triumphant.

Then he grinned back at her.

He immediately resumed his fast and furious trusts, and she could suddenly feel his getting even larger inside her as he continued grinning at her.

"Yipe!" she whimpered as she suddenly realized her predicament, making her lose her smirk. His size was already very large, now it was almost too much to endure. As he pounded her insides even faster, she could feel something else—

Oh, fuck! His tip is nailing my cervix! she fearfully realized. Repeatedly! she thought, her eyes opening wide in terror.

A part of her mind argued with the very idea. It shouldn't be possible! The angle is all wrong— her mind screamed even as she was now being rapidly, repeatedly, deeply—and doubly—penetrated!

It's impossible for a human, another part of her mind argued. But I'm no longer human! was her last thought before one last deep powerful piercing spearing her inner sphincter and was held there, and it felt as though his tip had stuck the bottom of her heart, and had shoved her own heart all the way up into her throat.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" she screamed the intense pain from the force needed to push such an immense sized object so deeply inside her.

She then felt the thick, long, hot, stiff rod begin trembling and twitching alongside her gut, and the griffon instantly raised his head toward the ceiling.

And he ROARED!!

Even as her ears folded and she whimpered at the volume, she finally realized what all those distant roars had been about.

It was him!

His member spasmodically twitched deep inside her, and she gasped at the hot liquid sensation that pulsed and poured directly into the center of her womb. And she also understood, He's been mating with somebody, or something else out there, for several days now. And he just getting started with me!

There was one final sharp fiery ripping sensation throughout her pussy as he yanked out of her, "YYIIIEOUCH!" leaving her entire channel stinging, throbbing and spasming for several minutes as they both lay beside one another, panting, trying to recover their breaths.

"Hmmm," he sighed with a purr, licking his beak as he gazed at her. "I liked that! Want to do again?"

She glared at him with several mixed emotions going on at once: surprise, fear, rage, admiration, longing, lust—finally, it was the ridiculousness of it all that finally won out, and she laughed.

"M-may-maybe a little later," she finally replied. "I'm—I'm not quite up to the abilities of all those others could do with you," she told him.

"Yes, I wish I was still able to be with them," he sadly muttered, laying his head down. "We all had such good times until the machines pulled me out of their rooms and sent me somewhere else." Then he raised his head to look at her again. "But each time they moved me I was sent to another where we all had fun. They've sent me to you now."

So, it was him doing all those other roars, she thought, trying to clear her mind. Mating with other— then she paused at the realization, other prisoners—like me! A renewed twitching deep inside her pelvis and a reawakened urge in her heart threatened to distract her mind from her suspicions.

"Th-the others—" she began. "They're prisoners, like me, aren’t they?"

"Different," he steadily replied. "Lion, panther, sabertooth. You're cheetah."

Wow! This guys has a set of balls to fuck a lion!? And a sabertooth tiger!? Wait—

"Y-you don't mean real-animal lions and sabertooth tigers? You mean, like me, they were standing on two legs, like me, right?"

"Yes, all of them. Standing, like you," he said, shifting his position next to her to move closer so he could begin nosing at her crotch again. The idea of having another go with him like the last one was really starting to appeal to her, too, and it took some doing to resist the urge.

"I—I—h-have t-to tell you, I'm not a r-real ch-cheetah," she stammered, shaking her head and trying to push the words out.

"That's okay. I'm not a real griffon," he said, pushing his beak firmly into the opening of her crevice. "I'm a human. Name's Dmitri Fraser."

"ME, TOO!" she screamed as his beak and tongue just got started on her clit. That made him jerk his head up to stare at her.

"You're also named Dmitri Fraser!?" he exclaimed in shock, staring at her. His expression was so comical that she couldn't not laugh at him.

"No! I'm Jackie Valentine," she corrected him, getting up to crouch on her hands and feet. He adjusted his position to stand on his four legs and followed her. "Y-you—you know we're being drugged to do this! This sex!" she hissed at him.

"Yes, I know," he said with a sigh while nosing up beneath her tail and quickly nailing her pussy entrance. "Damned good drugs, too," he mumbled with the tip of his beak firmly docked to her vulva, the sensation of the tip moving in her ignited furious waves of pleasure throughout her body, while he firmly held her thighs with his eagle claws. Then his tongue got into the action, and their conversation had to be put on hold for a good long while.

The attentions applied to her rear forced her to lower her upper body while raising her pelvis with her legs, bracing her hands and feet to be ready for the lunges that would be coming soon. Innumerable nips and licks both on her clit and involving her entrance had her chirping, mewing, and purring in rapid succession. Given her previous round with him, it wasn't long before she quickly had an orgasm just from the oral sex alone, and he enthusiastically lapped up the juices she squirted out.

As she sighed at the finish of her bliss, he didn't give her any time to recover her breath before he proceeded to quickly mount her from behind. And this time, it was even more intense than the last! The angle of entry was considerably different, and the places his organ now impacted and reached was both far more pleasurable and immediately deeper. The entire bottom length of his rod was really pressing down and rubbing hard against the inside of her pubic bone, and thus, her G-spot, with each thrust! Moreover, his tip was seriously breaching her cervix repeatedly, every time, the impact and penetration was absolutely mind blowing, and she wildly cried out with each hilting. It was only the fact that every millimeter of her pussy had already been thoroughly lubricated earlier which made his furious, forceful, and deep pistoning into her able to be bearable at all.

"Oh, yes, this is so much better," he growled into her ear once he was in her and began rutting her in earnest. "I don't know what you're doing to me in there, but I really like this!" She wanted to let him know exactly what he was doing inside her, but she was unable to speak from the painful intensity of each thrust, she was too busy fighting her own body to bother with such triviality—too much of her was wanting this, and at the moment, that part of her was seriously winning that fight.

His loud, growling, rattling purrs with each thrust let her know he was feeling the extra stimulation of his tip getting such special treatment inside her, but after the first dozen or so deep piercings, she was beyond caring. With the assault on her G-spot and cervix, it didn't take long at all before she was loudly screaming from the intense orgasm exploding out from her rear. But this time, he wasn't blocked from being able to continuously thrusting into her throughout it all, and her orgasm had a much greater intensity and lasted longer than any of her other times.

But even after her screams returned to repetitive cries, he kept up his highspeed performance, with the unrelenting grind down upon her pubic bone and incessant stabbings straight into the center of her uterus. She barely got any breath back before she felt a renewed inner tension building again.

Only one small part of her mind was still functional while she was being rutted, and she brought her right arm from where she had been using it to help hold herself in place and brought it around to reach her hand to feel at her belly. To her amazement, she could feel the bulge of him moving inside, the end of him going as far as her naval! At that moment, her tension exploded once more, and she was loudly screaming again as wave after wave of electricity shot through her. Her latest orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Still, despite the tight grip her vaginal muscles delivered, he never relented the pace.

But eventually, the internal spasms ebbed, and she was back to her rapid mewing cry out with every thrust into her.

Instead, he started getting faster!

And bigger!

Her mewing cries were getting louder, too.

And a small, still barely functional part of her brain suddenly understood, this has happened before! And the sensations through her hand confirmed it—the bulge he was creating in her belly grew at least a hand's width above her naval before one final forceful impaling lunge into her that stayed stuck inside her and began quivering!

They roared together with their simultaneous orgasms. He refilled her innermost chamber with spreading heat while her entrance squirted copious jets of her own clear cum.

Utterly exhausted, she collapsed and finally began to relax, heavily and rapidly panting from the tremendous workout she had just endured.

Only for an unexpected, sudden, sharp tearing sensation throughout the entire inside length of her pussy being ripped out reminding her there still was one last action that was supposed to happen.

"YYEEEEEEAAAAAIIIIIIIIII!!!"

The opening of the panel above the end of the bunk woke them both, and they nervously stared at the several mechanized tentacles that brought in two full meal trays and set them down before them before retracting back up into the ceiling.

They laid there, each trying to gather their wits. She had been sleeping, spooned in his gentle grip with her back firmly pressed up to his belly. The deep muscles of her pussy were still intensely throbbing and spasming in a random pattern that was very difficult to ignore, forcefully reminding her about what they had been doing together.

"Dmitri," she said.

"That's supposed to be my name," he replied. "I distinctly remember you said yours was Jackie."

They both chuckled at that.

"You said you are human," she began as she reached out to pull one tray over to her, and he quickly did likewise with the other. They both began eating.

"I was," he muttered between bites. "I think those other—women—were, too," he added before taking several more bites of his lightly cooked meat. "But they're all cats, now. Like you."

"You know we're being drugged," she said, not sure if she had mentioned it before. He nodded.

"Most likely through the food," the griffon grumbled. "Can't do anything about that, however. We have to eat."

"But—I think—there's something more," he added as they continued. "The scent you—and the others—that's no drug. At least, not a drug in the food."

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at him.

"You're in heat," he stated, staring at her. "Each of you, in turn, went into heat. That's what's messing me up. Of course, it's quite likely your heat is from the food being drugged, and it's possible I'm somewhat affected, too. But you girls are the primary drug that's hitting me. I can't resist having to fuck you all silly! Normally, I'd at least try to get to know someone before engaging in that sort of thing. You know, it usually saves on most of the typical hassles like lawsuits and such," he said, momentarily gesturing like a spinning wheel with his right set of claws. "But here, I've been having such irresistible urges, although not that I've noticed any of the others were lacking in urges, either. Of course, if things stay on schedule as it did those other times, this meal will knock us out any minute now, and we'll be doing round three as soon as we wake up again. We only get these short periods in between to talk before we're back at it."

"Did you get anything done other than fuck each of them all day and all night?" she grumbled, thinking of her abused pussy that was still rapidly twitching and strongly throbbing since they woke. If it doesn't stop doing that, she thought, fuming, I'm going to have another full-blown orgasm any moment now without him literally fucking my brains out! She tried shaking her head clear, but it didn't help stop the rhythmic pulsing down there.

"I got their names," he snorted. "Sherry Cabot, Patty Brown, Cathy McCoy, and you. Oh, and let me tell you, that Cathy is a real screamer! I nearly went deaf whenever she was cumming. Now don't get me wrong, I've certainly noticed that I'm rather loud now, but I can't hold a candle to her!"

"Oh, my God! Those are my friends!" she exclaimed, snapping to glare at him. "We're all in a band together!"

"Band?" he drawled, apparently confused. Then his eyes lit up and he leapt to his four feet. "The BOAT! You guys were the girl band who wanted to see the Anderson's island! We all got shipwrecked!"

"Shipwrecked!?" she asked, also confused, but then the memory came back to her. At least, some of her memories. "We—we ended up on another planet somehow! Who else have you seen?" she urgently asked.

"Just you four, so far," he said, then he widely yawned.

"But—how did we end up here!? Where are the others? And—what did this to us?" she wondered.

"No idea," he said, laying down stretched out on his belly much like a cat would. "I do remember a shitton of fiery pain while being stuck in some slimy goop for what seemed like forever. Then one day, the pain finally ended, and I woke up like this. I can only guess that it was weeks ago. Kind of hard when there's no view of days or nights and only mealtimes to go by." He yawned again and closed his eyes.

She sat there, contemplating what he said, and how closely it lined up with her own experience. But then, something that they had discussed got a new focus, especially as the incessant internal throbbing and twitching in her vagina seemed to be hammering for her attention. You're in heat, he had said, she belatedly remembered.

"Am I going to get pregnant!?" she screamed, as she used her ~~hands~~paws to feel at her belly.

At that moment, her pussy's building self-induced orgasm finally hit, and it hit hard, forcing her to emit a very long, very loud, rattling purr, as she fell forward and landed on her chest. Her legs straightened out some, with her feet spread out wide, making her look like a living tripod with her pelvis lifted high into the air. In addition, her tail rose all the way up to sway over her back, while her pussy squirted and squirted copious amounts of a clear, slimy fluid. Internally, her vaginal and uterine muscles clenched down hard, squeezing all of his contributions further up into her fallopian tubes, and she could even feel those internal convulsions through her hands!

My God! I'm actually twerking like some teenaged girl trying to imitate Madonna! she thought, as her rear controlled her entire body, making her squirts go flying far with each upthrust she performed.

When it was finally over, her legs folded, lowering her rear, and she panted through her nostrils as the surging after-bliss sensations now took control of her. As she slowly recovered her energy, she quickly was losing her terror over the potential pregnancy, to be just as rapidly replaced with, not merely acceptance, but she was beginning to actually look forward toward the prospect.

However, she was rather morbidly embarrassed at the display she had put on, and she nervously glanced at the griffon, worried at what he must have thought of that. However, he was clearly out of it long ago with his head stretched out on the bunk, loudly snoring. This brought a renewed internal conflict within her. On the one hand, she was relieved that he had missed seeing her doing that, but on the other, she regretted that he had not.

Still, perhaps its for the best, she finally decided, looking at him, perhaps critically evaluating him for the first time since he had entered her cell. He was big, fully the size of a full-grown lion! He had to have outweighed her by at least three or four times! Even sleeping, she could make out his powerful muscles beneath the fur of his rear, while the feathers covering his upper chest, neck, and head hid the definition, they couldn't hide his size! And yet, despite his fearsome build, he had been so very, very gentle with her. Moreover, this was no strange creature—this was one of her fellow castaway survivors, where vague memories informed her that they had all needed to rely upon one another to keep surviving.

They were trapped on an alien world, with every creature on the island they were on was out to murder them all. Somehow, she and her bandmates and he had been horrendously changed, but only in form. It seems that their personalities must have survived, too. Without him, she was alone and vulnerable. With him, she had a fighting chance to keep on living. And perhaps a fighting chance to find and deliver a much-deserved payback to whatever had done this to them all!

He would make a good mate for me, she blissfully thought. Then, To us! she concluded, belatedly remembered the other girls. Together, we should form a pride, like lions do, and turn the hunt upon our captors!

Suddenly, she shook her head, trying to clear it from the likely drugged induced conclusions she was seriously considering. It worked for only a second, however, and she was soon back to feeling like all this was the proper situation to be in.

Exhausted from that latest orgasm, she shifted to a four-limbed stance and crawled over to him, pressing her body alongside his. He grunted in his sleep at the pressure on his side. Barely waking in response to her presence, he lifted his wing to gently drape over her and gave her a gentle, yet firm, hug, once again demonstrating just how strong his form must be. Likewise, his tail curled around to join hers alongside her body and he resumed sleeping, purring louder with her there with him.

Feeling comfortable, warm, and safe for the first time since discovering she had been horribly mutated, she playfully tapped and swatted at his tufted tip, incidentally swatting the tip of her own tail several times. Her attentions didn't wake him, but she did get another firm gentle hug from his wing before she relented and began to succumb to her own lethargy.

A final, isolated twitch deep in her womb sent a sudden, shuddering shiver throughout her body, and her last conscious thought was, Yes, I like this….