Spa Treatment, Part 7 (Multi-Anthro TFTG Preg)

By 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.

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Chapter 7: Adapting

Roxy raced through the forest, shifting easily to all fours as her instincts demanded. The scent of the mountain pines were marked with the passage of hundreds of animals, but it was one in particular that she tracked now. The dog woman was naked to the world but for a belt around her waist with a few slips, and she wasn’t needing those just yet. Apart from that minor inconvenience, she was free. Even her name was her own out here, the new name she had privately picked for herself yet kept hidden from her friends until she felt more comfortable admitting it. Roxy. It felt female, it felt dog-like, and most of all it just plain felt like her. She grinned, her tongue wagging out the side of her face as she drew closer to her prey, guided by her nose. 

There it was. It was a beautiful looking stag, and thankfully not too huge. Her jaw salivated from the mere sight of it. Unlike Doug and Chris, who could subsist on grass and vegetation alone, she needed meat. The same was true of Lee, but her friend was a night hunter, a woman who preyed upon the critters that came out in the dark. And besides, Roxy had other company, both of which lingered in her nose and made her feel exhilarated in an entirely different way. 

She halted, shaking her haunches slowly, readying herself to pounce. The deer knew that something was up; it also had excellent senses, and had evolved to escape. Roxy licked her lips, feeling more alive in this moment than she ever had.

And then she pounced.

The deer was faster. It bounded away in the opposite direction, easily escaping Roxy’s claws. But that didn’t matter, because Roxy wasn’t intending to catch it, just to herd it. A wild pack of dogs knows how to hunt together, after all. The deer leapt straight into a clearing where Fawkes and Hunter were already waiting, and they leapt upon it, bringing down the creature and quickly snuffing the life from it.

“Well done, Roxie! She’s a beauty, alright!” Hunter exclaimed, holding up the carcass. “A few more like this and we’ll have enough for all us carnivores, isn’t that right, Fawkes?”

The silent wolf-like Fawkes with his dark grey coat just nodded. He was, apparently, mute, and had been ever since the mutation, but his very movements indicated his expression: he gave a second nod to Roxy and it made her feel all kinds of things, like the leader of the pack recognised her value. Hunter was by far more ecstatic, jumping up and down with good cheer as they hefted their kill.

“Nice one Roxy, mate!” he exclaimed in his Australian accent. “Three’s a party alright, isn’t that so, Fawkes?”

Fawkes nodded again, a slight smirk on his features.

“Fuck yeah, he agrees!”

“I’m just glad I can help,” Roxy admitted.

“Help? You’ve made this whole hunting thing a real no worries affair! I can’t believe you’re just a week out from being changed. When I turned two years ago, I had to take two months of whingeing about and feeling sorry for myself, ha! And I didn’t even change gender like you and Fawkes did. I got off lucky, I guess. And here you are just sucking it up and getting on with life. That’s canine adaptability, that is.”

Roxy would have blushed if she wasn’t covered in blonde fur. Instead, she idly scratched an ear with one of her paws in a rather dog-like fashion.

“Gee, thanks Hunter. I guess, I guess I just enjoy the good health that comes with it. The energy, you know?”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of energy. Can’t stop moving, myself! Not like Fawkes here, he’ll sit on top of a tall rock and gaze out in the distance for hours on end. He’s a real wolf, this one!”

Again, Fawkes just nodded, impassive. He sniffed the air and became suddenly alert. Roxy could smell it too; a group of large hares further up the mount.

“Oooh, looks like the big fella’s caught a scent. Up for another hunt, Roxy?”

The dog-girl grinned, panting with excitement. “Hell yes,” she said.

***

Chris mooed. She couldn’t help herself when she was being milked. It was embarrassing, it was shameful, but it needed to be done. And while she had initially been hurling her milk into the forest and discarding her shame, she had eventually been talked into passing it onto the Community by Ned and Helga, the latter of which pointed out that everyone in the Community had to contribute something, so what could Chris contribute?

It certainly wasn’t muscle, not anymore. It certainly wasn’t hunting like Roxy and Lee, or an advanced knowledge of science also like Lee. Hell, even Doug was doing great work at foraging with Ned the rabbit man - often enough that Chris was finding that a bit weird. But Chris herself? She had a thicker, curvier cow body with a large udder that slapped against her thighs when it was too full or she was too active, and that was to say nothing of her large G-cup breasts. She knew the size of them now because a number of Community locals, including a badger man named Phil, remembered what it was like to be a woman and measure their own cup size. To that end, Chris was deeply thankful to have a double set of newly fashioned bras she would wear beneath a flowing lavender summer dress, as well as a support girdle for her unwieldy udder. It was embarrassing to wear at first, what with it being so damn female, but it was better than being naked all the time, especially around him.

Unfortunately, she had much less choice when it came to her milking sessions, which occurred multiple times daily.

“Mmmhmmooooo,” she moaned, trying to control her own breathing as the pumps whirred, siphoning her fresh litres away. “Why does it have to feel so - mmoooo!”

It felt like heaven. There was no other way to describe it. As grotesque as she often found her bloated udder in particular, the sensation of having her prodigious reserves of milk pumped away made her toes curl. Well, that wasn’t true, because she only had hooves now, but she had ‘phantom toe curl,’ as she thought of it. The same was true of her double-set of bustlines; her four boobs swelled with produce, and the machine’s extraction left her shuddering in bliss, however unwanted it was.

“Ahhhhh, mmmmoooo.”

Suddenly, the machine halted, and made a loud mechanical grinding sound. Chris opened her eyes, annoyed. She had been so close to orgasm. It was one of the few good things about these sessions! 

“God damn it,” she muttered, clutching her bosom and feeling that they were still half-full. Her udder was more than that, and still felt burdensome. Was she producing even more lately?

“Hey! HEY! Can someone help me in here! The machine’s broken down! Again!”

After that first night of sleep, Chris had found she couldn’t pump herself effectively. The only way to continually make life manageable was to actually go to the milking station the experimental facility had had for their cows. Ned and Doug had helped set it up again, along with a salamander woman who had once been a farmer, but it still occasionally failed, not being connected to the main hydroelectric grid yet. Fortunately, the locals had provided thick fabrics to drape around the station to give Chris total privacy, though she knew many would hear her moans as they walked past. No one commented, thankfully.

“Stupid fucking udder, stupid fucking life,” she muttered to herself. “Why didn’t I just walk away? Find some way to turn myself back. Give myself to the government. God, better than being stuck up here with this stupid fucking milk bag between my legs. Don’t even have a bullcock to enjoy-”

It was those very words that were interrupted as the fabric was pulled aside, and a very large individual thudded in on powerful hooves. Chris stopped short, staring up at the dark-brown furred figure that entered with his large horns, powerful body, and ropey tail. She had interacted with Brett the bull only a few times before this, and always did her best to avoid him. Ned had been right; he had been interested in her, and Chris was not a fan of that. It was very obvious that, as the only bovine member of the community, Brett was way too fascinated by the idea of a cow-lady in his midst. His lingering gaze on Chris’ udder and breasts, not to mention her prodigious backside and her prominent horns, left her feeling vulnerable. It also made her body react in ways she didn’t love, like how she dripped even more milk in his presence.

“Hi Chris. You’re still Chris, right?”

“Oh shit, not you again. And of course I’m still Chris, I’m not taking on a new fucking name like the rest of you.”

“Chrissy? Carrie?”

“I already said no, stop hassling me. Can’t you get someone else?”

Brett stepped forward, looking her up and down. “The machine is clogged again? I can fix it.”

“Yeah, so can other people. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Why?”

Chris mooed in frustration. “Because you’re a bull? Because you can’t stop staring at my big tits? You know I’m a guy, right?”

“And I was a girl. Now I’m a bull. And you’re a cow. Some things are just meant to be.”

Chris snorted. “I am not fucking you.”

“Why not? We’re both attracted to each other. I see how you look at me sometimes. I know you like my scent.”

Chris stopped sniffing the air. His musk really was powerful and manly and delicious, it annoyed her greatly.

“Because I just turned into this a week ago, you goddamn freak! And because I don’t want to fuck you. And because this whole thing fucking disgusts me! I’m a cow girl! What the actual fuck? I’m disgusting! I’ve got this gross udder and four fucking breasts like a goddamn freak! My tail keeps moo-ving and I can’t stop eating freakin’ grass, and my ass is huge and I can’t run without having loads of support! I moo when I try to say m-words while agitated. I was a goddamn alpha moo-ale before. I was getting laid with hot chicks all the time, dude. Now all I do is eat and moo-ake moo-ilk and look like a freak. Which I am. A g-goddamn f-freak.”

Brett considered this for a moment. Then he moved to the machine and silently began fixing up the pumps and figuring out the short-circuit. In her glumness, she simply wiped away her tears - her hormones were all over the place - and watched as Brett somehow deftly used his own hoof-hands to fix up the main pump machine, fix the clog, and get the milk flowing again. Despite herself, Chris mooed in relief as more of the milk flowed, though she didn’t like Brett’s obvious happiness at fixing the issue.

“All better?” he asked.

“Y-yeah. Ahhhh. Mhmm. Yeah. You can go now.”

“Well, if you change your mind-”

“I won’t. I was a guy. I’m not gonna be some fucking cowgirl freak giving over to this.”

“Okay, well, sorry for hassling you.” He stopped at the curtained exit, then looked back.

“For what it’s worth, you’re not a freak. And you’re not useless. You’re doing a lot.”

“I’m just giving milk. You have no idea how humiliating this is. I’m just an ugly farm animal.”

Again, Brett paused. “You’re not ugly either. You’re . . . you’re very beautiful. Sorry to bother you.”

He left, and in the aftermath, Chris felt very odd indeed.

***

Lee lounged, luxuriating in the feeling of the soft collection of pillows she had accrued. Her night hunting had gone well. It was wonderfully solitary: Roxy (she alone knew Rob’s new name) had described to her how powerfully social the canine day hunting group was, but as a cat person, Lee found herself instinctively hunting alone. Hell, her body was very attracted to Carter’s and she still suspected she’d come to blows with him if he tried to tag along on her night hunts. But they had been very successful: there was an abundance of birds and critter life at night, including the opossums, which she brought back to the community in droves for the carnivores and omnivores among them. She tried not to play with her food too much, but it was difficult when it was just her out there in the wild, feeling like a true cat. 

And now she enjoyed the fruits of her labour, having bartered for a number of pillows and cushions to place under the sun, and herself atop them. She stretched out, wearing absolutely nothing. Unlike Chris and Doug, who were still self-conscious about their own shapes, the nerdy catwoman couldn’t deny the loveliness of her new form. She was slender and beautiful, her very movements sensual, and it was not surprising that Carter often happened to wander her way and check her out. She even flicked her tail suggestively in his presence a few times before catching herself and realising what she was doing.

“Well, well, look who’s found a comfy nest, huh?”

Lee shifted, turning over and purring slightly beneath the warm sun. Above her stood a crusty-looking turtle man who could have been anywhere between fifty and years old and fifty thousand, at least to look at him.

“A lair, actually,” she said. “A bird has a nest. A cat lairs.”

The turtle gave a gruff laugh. “Sorry if I woke you. Just wanted to thank you for the meat you’ve been bringing in. That opossum - mhm!”

Lee smiled. “No problem. To be honest, I never thought I’d be a hunter. I’ve always been more of an academic type.”

“Well, you should join our book club then! You’ve got the perfect disposition for it; we’re all a bunch of loungers when we’re not contributing, just enjoying the mountain air and sun and reading till the sky goes dark. We’ve got quite a collection.”

Lee noticed Carter in the distance, walking with some wooden boards. By communal agreement, members were pitching in to give Chris some privacy in her milking stall by boarding it up like an actual house. It could serve as a new house for her, should she choose to stay. It would also block out some of the more . . . suggestive moans. Lee licked her lips and purred a little louder as she noticed the cat man looking at her, then looking away. He was quite stoic, and she liked that about him.

The turtle man noticed her looking away, and then he chuckled gruffly again.

“Ah, young love! My wife is gone now, but we had quite the romance back in the day.”

“It’s not love! It’s not even-”

“Attraction? You don’t need to be embarrassed about it, young miss. I know you used to be a man. I kept my own sex, but as you can see I don’t exactly have the body for rigorous activity, ha! And yet still, once or twice a year I still go see Janice for some alone time together. She’s the other chelonian here, you know. Used to be a man, but we make our acquaintances work. See, that’s how it works around here.”

Lee frowned. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“No one’s explained it to you yet, huh? I suppose I’ll be the one, then. We at the Community have all learned that we have . . . you might say instincts. Programming, for you younger types. We’re still intelligent, we’re still thinking beings, but we have animal parts to us too, and I’m not just talking about my shell here. I’m talking about how we have ‘needs’ we need to square with. We can’t ignore them, and it’s not healthy to fight them. I’m a solitary person by nature, but when the heat comes upon us, me and Janice find some time together and let nature take its course.”

“Um, this is a little TMI.”

“A what now?”

“Er, too much information?”

Again, that gruff laugh. “That’s another thing, kid. The Community doesn’t have boundaries like you think of them. It can’t. Some people breed here like, well, rabbits. Can’t help it. You already hunt at night and lounge like a cat. Bet you weren’t entirely like this before, right?”

Lee frowned, trying to poke holes in this with her logical mind. But she couldn’t, not really. It explained why her body was so instantly attracted to Carter, far faster than any human could adapt to; she was likely in heat, and her body wanted a mate.

“Damn, I think - I think I understand.”

“You’ll get used to it! Just try not to deny it. Carter’s a good fellow, too. A bit serious, in my mind, but good. Strong and willful. But I’m getting off topic; we can always discuss this further at our book club.”

Lee licked her lips. She needed to lick herself clean again, just for Carter’s eyes. It made her realise how right this man was.

“Okay, sign me up,” she said. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Toby,” the turtle man said. “And yours?”

“I’m L-”

Lee thought for a moment, hesitating. 

“Selina,” she finally said. “I’m taking the name Selina.”

It was appropriate for a comics nerds and a total catwoman, she thought.

***

“So, er, let me get this straight, you really think you can change, well, back?”

Doug stamped the forest floor in irritation. “Of course!” she said. “I have to. There’s no way I’m getting stuck like this.”

Ned the rabbit man considered her through his glasses. “Is there, well, is there something particularly wrong about your new self?”

“I’m a woman.”

“Yes, I can see that. And, well, smell that too.”

“And I’m a rabbit.”

“Only part-rabbit! We’re better considered as an entirely new species, really, a hybrid form born of a union between homosapien and leporidae DNA.”

“Between what now?”

Ned twitched, grabbing one large ear and fiddling with it briefly before letting it sit up on his head again. “Oh, um, human and rabbit DNA. It’s the technical terms for them. I actually study biology from the notes in the research labs.”

Doug sighed, stamping the ground again. “Great! Not only am I an anxious rabbit girl who’s scared of everything, but I’m stuck with a total nerd of a rabbit man as my foraging partner.”

“I mean, I suppose I am a bit technical in my knowledge, but I don’t think-’

“I was meant to be entering a good frat! I was meant to be chatting up hot ladies and banging them nightly! I was meant to score, damn it! Who’s going to score with me now?”

Ned coughed a little awkwardly. “Well, um, in a strictly technical, biological, logical sense, we are the only two lepori - er, rabbit people in the Community. Were anyone to ‘bang’ as you put it, it would be us. There is that adage about ‘breeding like rabbits’ and all that. You know how it is. Er, not that I’m suggesting something should happen between us!”

Doug was practically glaring at him by this point.

“Yeah, this conversation doesn’t go any further than this, dude. Or else I am more than happy to forage alone and bring back a bunch of poisoned berries. I don’t give a shit.”

“Oh, of course! Have my deepest apologies!”

The next few minutes passed in silence as Ned sniffed the air and hopped over to some bushes, grabbing some wild berries but leaving others. Doug followed his example. His body felt less agitated right now, away from the more predator-based members of the community, and grabbing food in what felt like an instinctive manner. 

“Do we dig holes?” she asked.

“Hmm?”

“Do we dig holes? Like rabbits. Burrows, you know. I’m not a big animal person.”

“Well, erm, I do have a burrow I live in. Dug into the community. I don’t like the cabins so much. And I have a few other burrows in case of emergency. And for, well, privacy. I can show you one, if you like?”

Doug paused, unsure why she was following this line of thought. “Just one, then,” she said. “But I’m still changing back. I’ll find a way.”

“If there’s anyone that could, Doug! I’m sure it’s you!”

The annoying part was that ‘Doug’ just didn’t seem to suit her, at least at the moment, no matter how much it was her true name. Still, she followed Ned, hopping through the wilderness until they came to a well-disguised thatched covering that Ned lifted. 

“Ladies first!” he suggested.

“Dude.”

“Oh, well, sorry.”

“You really are a bundle of nerves, aren’t you?” she said as she entered the burrow. It was a large hole, one that extended far underground and clearly held a lot of Doug’s personal possessions, including a graduation certificate framed on the wall and a few painted boat models.

“I always have been!” Ned said. “Was before, too. You know how it is now; I imagine you were quite the lion before but I think I was always a bit destined to be, well, a rabbit.”

“I suppose. Why do you sound British, though?”

He smirked, fidgeting with his scarf and whiskers. “Because I am British? I came over from the isles when I was young, but never lost the accent. I sometimes think I should have been called Peter, ha! Or the female equivalent, before I changed. You know how that is, too.”

“I do,” she said, marvelling at the burrow. It even had a carpet. “This is weird, but this place is really comfortable.”

“I’m glad you think so! Would you like to see the view?”

“There’s a view?”

“Oh yes! This way!”

Doug was pulled along by the excited Ned. It annoyed her how fidgety and anxious and nerdy he was, because she was secretly grappling with the fact that her body was clearly in some damn rabbit heat, especially in his presence. All her friends, her included, had experienced strange dreams in their new forms. God knew that Chris totally orgasmed when she was milked, and that ‘Selina’, as she called herself now, meowed suggestively when looking at Carter. And who knew what went on with Roxy and her two canine pals during their hunts. But Doug was a rabbit; timid, yet damn horny. It drove her up the wall how many times a day she had to scamper off and find a private place to masturbate, with the notion of breeding entering her mind, making little kits or bunnies or whatever you called them. It was embarrassing as hell, but no less arousing for it. And now she was here, with nerdy Ned, in a private space. No way was she getting pregnant, but her body insisted on wanting that anyway. She needed some fresh air from these reproductive thoughts.

Thankfully, Ned provided them mere moments later, opening another hatch and letting her out first. There was a brief brightness from the sun, and then her eyes adjusted, and she took in the most beautiful natural vista she’d ever seen; right down the mountainside to a gorgeous natural lake that appeared untouched by humanity.

“Holy shit,” she said. “This is amazing.”

“Is it, isn’t it? Truly amazing! I come here for my thoughts, and for privacy.”

Doug snorted. She had a notion of what rabbit ‘privacy’ required, if he was anything like her. It made her many nipples stiffen, and she had to stamp her foot to get her mind back in place.

“I’m still changing back,” she said. “But I guess this isn’t so bad for now.”

“Of course.”

And then, without putting too much thought into it, she placed her hand on Ned’s, and held it in silence.

To Be Continued . . .