Spa Treatment, Part 5 (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 5: The Ascent

The trek was long and hardy. None of the four friends were sure if they could trust this ‘Community,’ but there was a clear pattern of signs and reassurances as they ascended, clues that no ordinary human trekker could happen upon: each could only be found through scent and superior sight, the kind that a mutated animal-human hybrid could come across.

“I don’t care about the risks,” Chris said. “I’d rather take a chance on turning back!”

“But - but what if we get experimented on?” Doug suggested, hopping a little. “We could be - we could be walking into a trap!”
 “That’s your bunny skittishness talking. You wanted to be a dude again and sleep with hot girls, remember?”

Doug nodded, twitching his nose and stamping his foot in agreement.

Lee concurred. “We can’t live like this, no matter how much some of us may have . . . benefitted a little.”

At that, she shared a look with Rob. Both animal women were aware that part of their own changes excited them. Robert had never felt so alive or fit or healthy, and the enthusiasm of his new dog-half had given him a strong positivity. Lee, on the other hand, felt . . . beautiful. She wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but even as a freak she felt far more attractive than her old self. She was also much taller, being five-foot-nine or so. It made her more powerful, more refined, a huntress of the night. It didn’t hurt that she loved playing The Lands of Erutell Online, and was used to the idea of hot nonhuman women.

“Agreed,” Rob said, after a slight break. “But . . . hopefully this Community can maybe find a way for us to keep the best traits we’ve got.”

“Wh-what best traits?” Chris muttered, gesturing to her impressive collection of mammaries. “You guys got all the good stuff.”

“Well, you were the one who insisted on us going the most,” Rob said.

“Don’t remind me. Let’s get mooo-ving.”

This time, the tension had released enough that Doug began to laugh, followed by Rob and Lee as well. It was just too ridiculous. For a moment, Chris frowned, but then even she laughed as well, unintentionally mooing further and causing a small spurt of milk to leak from her four breasts.

“Oh God, this is just too weird.”

“Don’t you mean moo-ad?” Doug teased.

Chris flicked her tail against the rabbit girl’s hide, causing her to bound forward from instinctive flight instinct. “Worth it.”

***

Across the course of the day, the four hybrid mutants made their way up the mountain, doing their best to follow the signs the Community had left them. It was strange, because there should have been some kind of path up to the old laboratory, but it was as if someone had deliberately planted trees and shrubbery to obscure it as much as possible, in much the same way as the old road up there had been pulled apart decades ago. It wasn’t like they were going to move out in the open anyway, just in case. 

Occasionally, they had to stop for a number of reasons. Sometimes Doug’s new skittishness actually paid off; there were mountain lions in the area, after all. Once she even heard a hiker further down the mountain, and advised them to stop before they entered a clearing the hiker might be able to look up and see them. The transformations and general trek had also left them quite hungry, and so Rob and Lee had to split off and hunt for food. Tracking and catching a deer gave the dog-girl a rush, as did capturing a hare on Lee’s part, not that Doug appreciated that choice of animal. They didn’t have time to stop for a campfire, however, and so both predator ‘species’ gave way to instincts and had the meat raw.

“Gross, gross, fucking gross,” Doug exclaimed. “I’ll stick to wild carrots and berries, thank you very much!”

“Grass for me,” Chris said. She was on all fours, big butt raised to the air, nibbling upon the grass and eating it up. He didn’t appreciate the way her udder and boobs were literally large enough to hang to the ground in such a position, but it at least gave some relief to her overburdened body.

And speaking of that body, her other needs needed attending to as well. Her voracious appetite was only fueling further milk production, much to her embarrassment. She had to continually find a private spot to milk herself, and there were only two benefits to this: one was that she was at least getting a lot better at manipulating her three-digit hoof-hands, and the other was that the feelings were . . . exquisite. It was very hard not to moan and moo with relief as the warm spurts of fresh liquid left her. Doug occasionally teased her about it, being able to hear her cries of ecstasy no matter how far she wandered away for her milking sessions. Lee, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about that milk.

“Don’t even say a word,” Chris warned her. “God, go get some catnip or something.”

Lee just purred, cocking one hip to a side and posing like a supermodel without a second thought. “I wish. Your milk just tastes to good.”

In fact, she occasionally doubled back to ‘check something’ only to lap at a puddle on the ground. She never told anyone, though Rob could smell the traces on her.

Still, they ascended. There were no public toilet facilities, no latrines other than what they organised for themselves. That was equally embarrassing.

“If a rabbit shits in the woods,” Doug joked. “And no one but her own big furry ears is there to hear it, did it really happen?”

“It didn’t happen, because none of us will ever admit that it happened,” Chris muttered.

Rob was in agreement, though Lee in particular looked frustrated after answering nature’s call.

“Just be grateful you don’t have an urge to lick yourself clean that you have to resist,” she said, before extending her long feline leg upwards like a ballerina, and doing just that; licking it clean.

But despite these rigours and the general moo-adness of the situation, as Chris would put it, they were getting more used to their instincts. Each member still bemoaned their lack of a penis, which had also added to the awkwardness of the dirty business, but only Chris was seriously handicapped by it.

“Coulda been a big fucking moo-inotaur,” he mumbled to himself. “Big cock. Big horns. Big moo-uscles. Instead I get big bouncy boobs and a big udder. Ugh, thank God for this sling.”

They were getting close, and the scent of the Community was getting stronger. Rob was amazed; it was a whole collection of different animal and human scents.

“It must still be running, the lab,” she said, panting with excitement. “Maybe it’s all secret.”

“Maybe it’s a trap,” Doug said.

Lee bared her fangs a little. “We have to take that chance. For Chris’ sake most of all.”

“Damn straight,” the cowgirl added, panting from the trek. “I swear, my moo-uscles have dissolved into moo-ilk.”

But she quickly regained energy when it came into sight: the Community. It was indeed the old experimentation clinic, built against the side of the mountain in a verdant valley section, the river running through it and down the mountain side. The building looked aged and decrepit, repaired with boards and sheets of iron and other nick-nacks. But it also looked expanded, as if a motley crew had taken apart a junkyard and retired housing and used it to add gates, signs, fencing, and what appears to even be little homes in the interior. It was hard to see from their vantage point.

But it wasn’t hard for Doug to hear.

“There are people!” she announced, hopping happily. She didn’t even mind that her little breasts bounced on her chest. “I can hear them! And they’re talking! Too many voices to make anything out, but it’s definitely English. Mostly English, at least.”

Chris bit her thick lip. She could feel her breasts tensing, filling up with more milk.

“Then what are we waiting for you, you girls? Let’s go!”

Rob sniffed the air again. The scent of mutagen was very strong in the air. “Um, guys? Maybe we should scout this out? Lee and I can-”

But it was too late. The two members of their group most eager to change back were already moving with great alacrity, speeding to the other side of the clearing and then up the last of the forest path to get to what looked like the entrance gate. Lee shrugged; she had been more in favour of using her feline skills to climb a tree and spy down on this community, but she instead followed with Rob to catch up to the other pair. Chris was literally running on her hooves, holding her bulging udder. She somehow managed to beat even Doug to the steel gate, rapping her hooves upon it. Doug literally kicked at it with a large paw.

“Hey! Let us in!” Chris cried. “We followed your signs! We need to be changed back! We’re mutated, and you need to fix us!”

“Please!” Doug added. “I’m a fucking bunny here! Please tell us you can help us!”

Doug and Lee reached the gate with them. It surrounded the complex like a city wall, and was clearly the work of many years. How big was this community? The dog girl sniffed the air again. It was so thick with animal DNA and mutagen, and her suspicions were turning over. Lee’s were as well, and not just because she spotted what looked like a figure with deer horns in a watchtower far away.

“Um, guys? Woof! I don’t think the Community are actually-”

The bolts on the other side of the door unlatched, with numerous voices whispering to one another in hushed tones. The door swung open, and for a moment Chris and Doug had ecstatic expressions on their faces. That all changed when they took in the figure of the man standing opposite them. He was tall and powerfully muscled, wearing just a pair of shorts. His features were feline just like Lee’s, only his fur was pale white to contrast with her own. His eyes were an icy blue as he took them all in. 

“Well, looks like we have some new members to induct,” he said, his voice a brassy baritone.

Lee’s tail stood on end, her golden eyes wide as she took in this figure. She couldn’t stop her reaction escaping her lips.

“Meowwww.”

To Be Continued . . .