Spa Treatment, Part 6 (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 6: The Community

The very handsome cat man looked Selina up and down, his feline eyes drinking her in just as she had him. Lee was still embarrassed over the animalistic sound that had escaped her lips, but it had happened for a good reason: this guy was fit, and her cat lady body was reacting to that.

“Welcome to the Community,” he said. “I see you followed our signs.”

“I could smell them pretty easily,” Rob pitched in. “Um, I assume that’s pretty normal with you guys?”

“Hearing too,” came a voice. A rabbit man raised his head over the cat man’s shoulder. He wore spectacles, and a thick scarf despite his fur, and had a nerdy quality to his voice and overall appearance. Doug froze, the new rabbit girl sniffing the air and catching this new figure’s scent. “Hello, I’m Ned. I’m responsible for some of the technical upkeep here, as well as sounding alarms and the like. You know. That kind of stuff. Er, this is Carter, one of our first members. Carter the Cat, you might say. Er, not that we’d say that to your face, Carter. Er, or in any other way, of course.”

The cat man just sighed, licked at some of the white-grey fur along his arm, then looked over the group again.

“Four of you, hmm? That’s more than usual. And a cow, hmm. Brett will want to hear of that.”

Chris stepped forward on her hooves, trying to ignore the pressure in her udder, or how much her huge breasts were on display right now. She placed her hoof-hands on her hips and tried to make herself look big and threatening as she often did before all this insanity first occurred.

“Look, we just hiked up a damn mountain, some of us with freakin’ udders attached to our goddamn bodies. So if you don’t mind, we’d like to get in and settled and meet this ‘Community’ that can goddamn well change us fucking back, got it?”

Rob already had a notion about where Chris’ assumptions were incorrect, and the dog girl’s suspicions were all but confirmed by the way the cat man gave a slow sigh and the rabbit man fidgeted nervously in response. Still, the one called Carter backed up and gestured with a clawed hand for them to enter.

“This will take some explaining,” he said stoically, scratching at a pair of whiskers. “You best all come up and see Mother Helga. She’s in the original laboratory building. Me and Ned will show you the way, and . . . well, you can get a good look at the Community yourself.”

He gave one last glance to Lee, his pupils seeming to dilate for a moment as he took in the catwoman’s dark fur, and then he moved on ahead. Ned, on the other hand, hopped nervously over to Doug’s side.

“Are you injured? Are you quite alright? I must admit, I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting another of my own mutagenic kind before, so to speak. And a female at that! Er, not that I’m making overtures. Would you like some clothing? Most of us go without, but as you can see I do like some tweed. A bit Peter Rabbit, one might say, albeit-”

Doug rolled her eyes and hopped ahead. She was not loving how her body seemed to warm against this newcomer, especially such a nerdy one. The others all followed suit, with Rob in the lead. The dog girl was eager to find the truth, but also to come to terms with the truth she suspected. The one that was most definitely confirmed as she took in the village itself as they entered, and the many denizens choosing to stop and stare at the newcomers.

They are all human-animal hybrids. Every last one of them. And some looked very adapted to life here, to say nothing of their well-constructed cabins and warrens and pathways and gardens.

“I don’t think the Community have had much success changing back,” she murmured.

Lee gulped, moving beside her. She took it all in as well, hope diminishing within her. But a small part of the cat girl was also looking at Carter. He did have such nice muscles and fur . . .

***

The laboratory was shrouded in a bit of mystery, and neither Carter nor Ned could tell the group who this Mother Helga truly was, only that she was the oldest known resident, and that she was ‘far more changed than most.’ Something about that put a chill down Rob’s spine and made her want to do a heap of laps and scratch her ears something fierce. It was already freaky enough that she had dozens of scents trailing through her nose, and one of them was canine. Two of them actually, and both were male. Her stupid tail flapped at that, but part of her was filled with excitement: she wanted to meet others like her, especially if they had been gifted with new energy and health like she had.

Chris, on the other hand, just wanted this to be over. Her udder was becoming taut again, her breasts also. All her mammaries were warm with produce, and she needed to be milked, as embarrassing as that was. She had asked Ned if there were other cowpeople who had pumps or something to help her, and he’d sort of twitched and stamped his foot.

“N-no, not exactly. Well, yet, we do have a bovine person. But you’re the first, er, cow. Brett may have something for you, though. I know he has been, um, waiting for this moment. He’ll be quite excited, but also a bit showy. He gets a bit like that.”

Chris had no idea what to make of that, but she didn’t have time to ask more questions, because they entered the old experimentation facility, and there was a creeping dread that came over the group. Inside was not what any of them expected or hoped - a series of laboratories hard at work to change unfortunate souls back - but rather a thriving series of small homes, workshops, meat storage areas, and even what appeared to be a school for various animal youngsters, including what appeared to be a girl who had mutated with hippo genes, of all things. Still they advanced, heading down into the facility, Carter flashing a keycard that unlocked a strong metal door and ushering them down into the heart of the laboratory. This, clearly, was where the first mutagens had been formulated, because there were still racks and rows of formula, each of them with a slightly soapy sheen just like the spa water they had luxuriated in and been changed by. A number of more scientific figures, one of which was a rat-like man who was twitching incessantly, noticed them pass.

“Newcomers,” Doug heard one whisper to another. “They’re in for a disappointment.”

“Or an awakening. As we’ve all had.”

“Pah!”

Doug’s rabbit ears flickered in worry at that, because Carter finally brought them to the final door, which was more like a safe vault. There were other animal folk gathering around, and one exiting, sliding open the vault door to allow select figures in and others out. Some were sheep hybrids, others were goat folk or possum people or bear men or deer ladies or what not. But they seemed to be interested in the newcomers, and their hushed conversation surrounded them. Carter the Cat just stared at them seriously.

“She’s quite . . . confronting to see. But we all love her and trust her, and she helps guide us. She is our first. Don’t offend her, alright?”

Rob agreed, pulling her tongue back in. Chris just tried not to moo as her teats spilled a little bit of milk onto the floor. Thankfully, Doug wasn’t too bouncy; she didn’t sense any predatorial threat, at least. Lee, like the cat she had become, was simply curious.

Carter the cat man drew back the vault door, and the group managed to suppress a shared gasp at the creature within, which they saw within once they entered. The room was large, possibly some kind of chamber where experimental results could be observed on an animal with wide enough space for it to frolick and move. But whatever the room had once been, its floor was now twisted, tiles pulled apart, walls torn in places, all to make space for the strange mutation within. Writhing tentacles shifted from its mass, covered in bright yellow fur with tiger-like stripes. A wolf head jutted out from the left of its large body mass, and what appeared to be a number of goat’s eyes with those strange rectangular pupils stared out at the group from the creature’s shoulder. Scales covered its lower half, before turning to plant-like roots that dug into the ground, pushing through the pipework of the facility. This was true of the creature’s many arms, which were plugged into the walls and clearly drinking up moisture there too. At the top of this strange mass of animal parts was something almost like a human head, albeit covered in white fur and with a terrific mane. It had another identical head beside it, this one a little less humanoid and a bit more lion-like. 

“What the fuck?” Doug managed, speaking quietly.

“I heard that,” sounded a voice from many mouths. The two heads on top of the large mutation smiled briefly, flashing fangs. The large wolf head did similarly. “I’m sorry I present such a shocking sight. I haven’t had my shower yet and my hair is all a mess.”

There was a long pause, and then, even to her own surprise, Rob let loose a dog-like bark of laughter.

“S-sorry!” she said, clutching her snout. “It was just sort of . . . funny.”

The two heads grinned, and a large arm pulled from the right side of the creature’s body, half-crustacean in appearance but for an ordinary human hand at the end, and gestured to its owner.

“Don’t be sorry, my canine friend! I do present quite a sight. Shock is not the same thing as an insult. Those I ask you keep to yourselves. I am Mother Helga, though it is the Community that call me Mother. You may just keep on the first name basis, if you wish.”

Her voice, to their shared surprise, sounded like a woman in her mid-thirties, albeit it spoke as a chorus, and the wolf’s head was a little more growly in tone.

“Who - who are you?” asked Lee, stepping forward. She sniffed the strange being, but it was her eyes that did all the work, examining the ways in which Helga was quite literally rooted to the spot.

“My name is Helga Janssen. I am the daughter of a German immigrant and a Dutch-American mother who raised me just one state over. I was one of many scientists who worked on the formulas in this experimentation lab, decades ago. We were trying to solve all kinds of genetic issues and cure diseases, but our work, I must admit, was entirely unethical and illegal. Many violations of animal rights occurred, in particular. To my shame, I admit I did not care at the time. As you can see; I paid a heavy price.”

“What happened?” asked Rob.

The creature gave something like a shrug. Rob noticed that half of Helga’s hair was composed of what looked like rat tails.

“There was an explosion, as you no doubt know. It caused irreparable damage to this facility, but it also doused a number of us in mutagenic chemicals. Two of my peers died. I was . . . lucky, in a way. My body rapidly mutated, gaining all kinds of animal traits. I realised what was happening to me, and I came here to shift the water systems to prevent the entire town from receiving our now-poisoned reservoir. Alas, I could not control all our pipe mains, and a smaller river system was still infected. I could only do what I could to quickly introduce a stabilising element, here in the lab, to the pipe mains. I had to . . . place it into my own body. I generate it now, and my roots carry it into the waters.”

Chris let loose an ill-timed moo that made Helga look a bit annoyed in three out of four of her expressions. 

“S-sorry,” the cowgirl said. “Moo-ilk leaking. I don’t understand; you wanted to poison us? That’s goddamn unfair!”

“On the contrary, I tried to save as many as possible. I had no idea a spa would go on to become affected. But yes, I am guilty. I am the reason you have been mutated, but I am also the reason your body only bonded to one particular genetic sample instead of, as with mine, all of them.”

“And you couldn’t come down and warn people,” Rob noted.

“Indeed. The facility was abandoned, this area quarantined, and I was all alone, not knowing if I had succeeded, stuck here by my own mutated body, as I am now. Several months later, the first two members arrived. A bear man named Jackson and a deer lady named Isabel. They were a married couple of tourists hiking in the woods. They found me, following my scent, and it was them that helped me found the Community. We do not have the technology to reverse the agents in the river for some years yet, but I am working on it. For now, we can just try and mitigate the numbers of those affected, and help those who are by introducing them to our Community.” 

She rubbed two furry tentacles together like she was clasping hands, and her two more human-like heads grinned.

“So, as the defacto ‘mother’ of this colony of animal hybrids, a sort of Mrs Moreau, so to speak, allow me to welcome you here. I know this is a lot to take in, but I must emphasise couple of things to you, some of which you will not want to hear.”

Doug gulped, stamping her feet. It only made Chris more anxious, and her boobs felt like they were going to explode already! As usual, it was Lee and Rob that leaned forward with interest.

“Please don’t be permanent please don’t be permanent,” Doug said in a rapid manner to herself.”

“The first thing is that I’m afraid your changes are indeed permanent.”

Chris squealed a little, and more milk dripped from his udder onto the ground.

“There is no way to disentangle DNA, only to further entangle it with samples. This will not help you; one need only look at what I became after the accident. But the second thing is more hopeful; all mutants are welcome into the Community. We are entirely supportive, and entirely self-sustaining. We look after our own and work to create a peaceful lifestyle. There are even marriages among us, and a small number of children! I would advise you join us, or at least stay with us a while to make that decision. We can do much to help you adjust, though you must be willing to contribute.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. It was Rob that coughed awkwardly. “Um, that sounds like a good idea, right guys?”

Only Lee seemed to really agree, but Chris shifted uncomfortably, clearly bloated.

“We also have milk pumps,” Helga added.

“Oh, thank fuck!” Chris declared. “Get me there!”

***

It was a lot to take in, especially over the following twenty four hours All four of the friend group had hoped to be changed back into their human selves, but they had not only learned that this was impossible, but that trying would only make things worse. Helga had clearly adapted to her strange mutated body, but no one wanted to end up like that, not even Chris, who was deeply ashamed of how utterly productive her thick and curvaceous cowgirl body was. All of them - even Rob, who liked a lot of her changes - were in a state of almost dream-like shock, barely able to believe that the strange anthro-animal forms they now held would not be some minor freakshow, but instead their entire future.

Rob would always have a flapping tail, a lolling tongue, and an excitable set of canine instincts governed by her olfactory sense.

Lee would always be covered in black fur and move and talk like a feline femme fatale, her eyes seeing all.

Doug would always be a nervous rabbit woman, hearing to the distance with her prominent ears and hopping when agitated.

Chris would always be dealing with four huge, milk-filled breasts and a large-milked filled udder, all while navigating around a ropey tail and set of prominent horns.

And this was to say nothing of how all of them were now furry females, or that their dreams were governed by strange desires for mating.

That first night was the hardest. Carter and Ned walked them back to the main Community area, showing them many of the hand-made wooden cabins where the people of the community lived. There were at least eighty or more members, perhaps more given the living quarters in the experimentation lab, and they ranged across a wide variety of animal types and sub-types. Some introduced themselves, or waved in a friendly manner, others - like the kids - just stared in fascination as the cat man and rabbit man led their group up the gentle slope to a set of cabins that were clearly made with future guests in mind. Like much of the rest of this area, a number of tall pine trees disguised the cabins from above. They were impressively built, but no obvious power ran through them.

“Sorry there are, well, only two,” Ned said in his agitated voice, wrinkling his rabbit nose. “You’ll have to bunk together, I suppose. There is no electricity; that’s in the inner complexes and the laboratory. We have some generators we use occasionally - some members have light mutations and can collect more gasoline for, er, the rest of us. But you’ll find we don’t use lights at night much; we rarely need them!”

His ears twitched in a humorous way, and Doug actually giggled, stamping her food in time with her demure little gesture of laughter. Ned caught her eye and smiled nervously, fingers clutching his scarf before adjusting his spectacles.

“Ahem, anyway, you’ll learn to understand it. Any notes, Carter?”

The cat man said nothing. He was gazing at Lee, and Lee could feel his gaze. Without even meaning to, the cat woman was starting to lounge up against the small deck fo the cabin, posing in a way that let her lick the black fur of her thigh quite suggestively.

“Carter? Any notes?”

The cat man finally realised. “No.”

“Stoic as ever, I see! Well, you’ve seen the shower blocks. There’s the, ah, pumping station for you, Chris, but hopefully the pump and buckets we’ve given you will allow you some, well, privacy. Oh, and you may wish to think on your new names.”

“New names?” Rob asked, a little confused.

“Oh, dear me! I should have thought to explain,” Ned said. “We in the Community take on new names that we feel reflects our change and our adaptation. It’s not mandatory, of course, but a general gesture! And it’s more relevant for those like us who changed gender - I was once a woman, of course.”

Doug gulped. The rabbit girl wished her cute nerdy peer had still been a girl. Something in her lower belly was all warm looking at him; it made her many nipples tingle.

“Anyway, I’ll leave you all to settle in and sleep! Brett will bring you some food, of course. He’s our resident bull. He’s very excited to meet you, Chris.”

This time Chris gulped. She instinctively tried to cover her udder; an impossible task. It was not only too large, but looked full to burst.

“J-just make sure it’s vegetarian!” the former alpha male whined. “I don’t want meat! The thought of it-”

“Of course, of course! Settle up, each of you. I’ll see you again. B-bye, Doug!”

Doug waved her paw-hand at the rabbit man, who then departed, looking back at her several times. Lee pointedly did not look at Carter until he turned and left, but she admired his musculature, his fur. He looked back unexpectedly, and she had to then swivel her head away. Both figures noticed Rob and Chris looking at them in shock.

“Don’t judge,” Lee said. “My instincts are going wild.”

“How do you think I feel?” Doug asked. “I’m a goddamn rabbit. I take one look at that guy and I want to breed! And they’re telling me I’m like this for life? What a nightmare!”

Thankfully, no nightmares were actually had. Despite the ancient antipathy that long existed between dogs and cats, Lee and Rob easily shared a cabin with one another. Lee took the most plush bedding, while Rob found herself sleeping on the floor after scratching her ears. Chris, on the other hand, had to milk herself dry repeatedly, the process slow due to her hoof-hands, and not helped by her own stubbornness. Doug had offered to help but was rebuffed. This was a shame, because the rabbit woman was looking for any excuse to do something and not think about the rising heat in her body.

When each of the four went to sleep, they all dreamed of different things. Rob dreamed of running through the wilds, driven by scent. Lee dreamed of lounging in comfort and drinking from saucers of milk. Chris dreamed of the most exquisite experience of being milked, while Doug dreamed a far more dirty dream. In her unconscious state, she imagined Ned taking her from behind, and filling her up with a darling little litter of bunnies.

It was a damn good dream for all, and all woke up with certain embarrassment from it. When they headed out to greet their new lives - Lee a little late due to her desire to cat nap further - they were met by the sight of the thriving Community, its many members already at work or attending to their families.

“This is insane,” Chris said, stomach growling with hunger.

“Maybe,” Lee said. “But we have to work with what we have. It’s the only logical conclusion.”

“So what do we do?” Doug asked, trying to hear Ned’s presence.

It was Rob who held the answer. She already had so much energy for the day, and it was making her excited. This place was making her excited.

“We eat,” she said. “Then we find something to do for these people. And then we adapt. We’re part of the Community now.”

To Be Continued . . .