Mischief Maker

Based on the illustration last month from the ending of Rat's Nest (which is a sequel to yet another story), I present a sequel!  A sequel that was originally just going to be a caption...

"How much longer?" she asked, staring past her driver's shoulder and into the traffic beyond the car.  The expensive leather creaked as she leaned forward.  Her long red nails pressed carefully into the back of the empty passenger seat.  She'd just had a manicure earlier that morning, along with a Brazilian wax, so her typically fastidious disposition was heightened.

They hadn't moved for over thirty minutes.  Worse, they were bumper-to-bumper with the cars surrounding them and more emergency vehicles were still arriving.

"It's impossible to know, ma'am," the older driver - her third since using the service - told her.  He tapped a few buttons on the large display centered in the dashboard before shaking his head.  "I can't get around it, I'm afraid."

"This is bullshit," she told him.  Leaning back, she drummed her fingers against her forearms with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.

Her office building was three blocks away.  She sighed, loudly, before turning to look through her heavily tinted window.  Multilane, multi-layered overpasses and towering skyscrapers created an urban wasteland around them.  A small homeless camp engulfed the corner.  It was littered with shopping carts, tents, and other random items with several people meandering about.  Two of them stood at the intersection with cardboard signs.

"Disgusting," she said before pressing her glossy red lips into a thin line.

With a quick twist, she checked her watch.  Her meeting with the Sakamoto group was in ten minutes.  The meeting that she'd spent months negotiating.  She could neither delay it nor miss it.

"I'm walking," she told the driver.

"Ma'am, I would not suggest that here," her driver said quickly with a shocked look cast over his shoulder.

"I didn't ask," she told him as she reached for the door handle.

"At least let me call- ma'am!  Please-!" his voice cut off with a heavy clunk when she shut the door behind her.

She held her clutch in her left hand.  A gust of wind whipped her red hair behind her.  She grimaced and turned her head against the smells surrounding her. When it subsided, she breathed shallowly through her mouth and turned again to orient herself.

It would be quicker to cut directly through the buildings rather than walking a circuitous path along the sidewalk.  Her eyes scanned the nearest alleyway.  Empty, as far as she could see, except for dumpsters and randomly stacked boxes.  She tugged at her black dress, settling it against her slender body.  She'd taken self defense classes along with cardio kickboxing.  Self confidence was key, she told herself.  To show that she wasn't a victim and wouldn't be a victim.

Naomi nodded her head.  Her large golden hoops - a gift from clients of their Greek firm - bounced against her jaw.  With her back straight and her shoulders squared, she set off, high heels click-tack-click-tack'ing against the concrete as she made her way through the trash scattered around the buildings.

She hated that her heart began to beat faster as she entered the alley.  She'd brokered multimillion dollar deals while staring down her counterparts, enjoying the look of defeat in their faces. Although not required since the final details were handled by teams of lawyers, she made it a point to personally attend when buying out another company after causing its value to crash, only to build it up again afterwards.  She got off on watching their expressions, barely able to contain herself until she made it way back to her office and the latest fuck boy she told to be ready, riding him with a nearly feral expression until she was satisfied.

An older black man, his curly beard completely white, glanced at her as she entered the alley. She watched him for a moment, but he waved at someone else and shuffled away from her.

The alley was as empty as she expected and nobody harassed her.  She passed through quickly, watching her step with quick glances given to her surroundings.  The next street was empty except for an old woman, hunched over in rags.

Naomi hesitated for a moment to watch as the other woman, her hand clutching a shopping cart filled with trash, danced in place while singing with a rough, crackling voice.

"They skitter and scatter and chitter and chatter," the woman cried out, raising one hand before turning it into a claw.  "Ohhhh and pitter and patter, slinking so slinking slinking to the- to the seeeeewers. Skitter- they- they skitter, these giant- they- got- got any money for me, lady?  Money? Before they get it swarming and chittering and moaning so moooaaning with all that fur and naughtiness, calling to me, but I wouldn't go with them, I wouldn't- I wouldn't- I- I should've- I should've gone with them.  Should've."

"I don't have anything for you," Naomi told her.  Her knuckles tightened on her bag.

"Where did they go?" the woman asked while looking around. "Maybe.  Maybe.  Maybe.  Maybe I could still. Maybe.  Maybe they would take me still.  An old lady could still be a queen."

Ignoring the old woman but giving her a wide berth, Naomi continued to the next alley.  It was cleaner than the first, but she wrinkled her nose before bringing her finger up to place against her nostrils in an attempt to block the scents.

There was a peculiar smell wafting through the air. She took a step and paused, staring down at her pumps to see torn clothing strewn about the alley.  Fluids stained the ground, mixing into mud where dirt clumped together or congealed into milky white blobs on the concrete itself.  More covered the walls.

"Fucking animals," Naomi hissed, grinding her teeth in frustration as she stepped carefully around the strips of clothing and occasional panties and briefs.

She was nearly there.  Hurrying through the alley brought her to yet another empty street. She crossed, double-checking the time while angling for the back entrance of her building's parking garage.

A shape moved within the garage, between the entrance and the elevators.  It was hard to make out. Naomi hesitated, narrowing her eyes as she stared at it.  A homeless person, she was certain of that.  The nearby security booth was empty.  She frowned, making an internal note to have the staff fired and replaced.

With how late it was in the afternoon, the garage was packed, leaving her a straight but constrained path forward.  Directly past the groaning pile of dirty clothes in front of her.

"Fuck," she said bluntly.  Licking her lips, she steeled herself and moved to the side furthest away from the man before slowly walking forward.

"-need, need it, need it feel it in me inside of me," she could hear him muttering finally.

Is he masturbating?! she wondered as she stared in disgust at the repetitive motions the man was making. He was either bent over or laying flat with his clothes blanketing him.  Hiding him away.

"Filth," Naomi muttered out loud as she drew close.

"Smell you.  Can smell you smell good smell your cunt smell-" he said while wavering back and forth, closer to her as began to pass.

Her thumb flicked the catch on her clutch.  She could feel her heart thumping in her temples as she reached for the small pistol she held inside, grabbing it with her right hand and bringing it around to-

He lunged at her, hands out, reaching for her. She could feel his dirty nails scratching her forearm, pulling her hand down.

The firearm discharged and the man screamed. Startled by his attack, his touch loosened her grip.  The pistol flew from her nerveless fingers when it bucked.  She left it and ran for the elevator while the man continued to scream behind her, his voice distorted by the ringing in her ears.

"SORRY SORRY SSSSSO SORRY SORRY I'M SORRY I CAN'T SSSSTOP IT I N-"

Her pounding fist brought the elevator down from the floor above. She hurtled into it while punching the highest available floor.  The man's voice faded as the doors closed.

"Oh fuck.  Fuck!  FUCK!" she yelled when she saw the bloody marks on her forearm.

The ancient elevator rumbled around her before lurching into a sluggish ascent.

She was sweating, she realized, with her chest heaving and adrenaline coursing through her body.

And warm.  Almost feverish, she realized as she stumbled back against the elevator with a groan while clutching her wrist.

Brown hairs wormed their way through the skin bordering the open wounds on her arm.  They twisted, curly and thin before angling down, flattening against her skin as more joined them.

Naomi pulled at the front of her dress in an attempt to draw air into the bodice.  The repeated motions rubbed against her nipples and they responded, flexing as they slowly hardened and became more sensitive. She moaned and her eyelids fluttered as she sat against the brass railing lining the inside of the elevator.  Thumb-thick pink nipples stood out proudly against her puffy areola.

With another moan, she pulled down on her dress, imagining a lover's lips against her suddenly needy nipples.  The woman squirmed in place as she half-exposed herself, leaving her areola partially visible while her fingers trailed down her dress.

Fine brown hairs emerged from the backs of her fingers. They spread in a halting motion, touching the back of her hand as more grew around her wrist.  Down her fingers went and her nails cracked, scattering fine red flakes of nail polish when they began to lengthen... and thicken, layers creating a solid bump as the pampered ends of her nails grew to sharp points that tore at her dress.

"Fuuuuuck," Naomi moaned, raising her other hand to claw furred fingers through her loose red hair.

She grinded her aching teeth together, rubbing her incisors back and forth, back and forth, enjoying the way the pressure helped to ease the pain spreading through her gums.  Her front teeth crowded against the surrounding teeth as they began to curve away from her jaw with unnaturally crackling sounds nearly muffled by the faint crunch of bones.  Her cheeks grew smooth when they were drawn forward while fine brown hairs grew around the base of her ears and down.

"Eeeeeee..." Naomi screeched quietly as she continued to grind her teeth.  Her earrings jingled, suddenly loud to her ears when the skin stretched around them, tugging them up and up and up.  Her small, dainty earlobes vanished while the outside skin widened into rounded, expanded, fur-less tips.

Strips of her torn dress hung around her body, ripped by her still growing claws. The woman's delicate fingers trembled as joints popped and the bones within became distended, lengthening her hands into dexterous paws just as a soft pink layer of skin formed on her palms.

Naomi moaned more loudly.  She could feel the waves of heat pulsing from her dripping pussy.  Her heart beat echoed within her labia when they swelled and her clit became engorged, pushing past the fleshy hood until it rubbed against her panties while she rocked back and forth on the railing.  Her drenched panties glided against her pussy lips and crotch, soaking into the fur beginning to grow from the smooth skin.

"Eee- eeeeitchy-" she screeched, reaching her arms behind to claw at her back in an attempt to scratch the fur growing between her shoulder blades. A few strands of scattered long fur grew from her bare shoulders but more escaped the back of her dress, creeping over her spine up to her nape. More and more and more fur sprouted until it pushed against her dress to create a peculiar rasping noise.

The claws tipping her extended fingers tore through the back of her dress to show bare skin slowly vanishing beneath her growing pelt.  Naomi squeaked happily at the less restrictive covering.

Only when a smooth touch rubbed her lightly furred ass did she scream and turn, cursing herself for the stupidity of thinking someone could be behind her.  She began to turn to look behind her but froze as she stared down at her body.

Her belly was bare.  The front of her dress barely clung to her, held in place around her bra and her hips

"The fuck," she gasped, staring down at her thighs.  At the slick, shining brown fur creeping down towards her knees.  "What the fuck?!"

Thin, glistening strings of cum covered the fur closest to her crotch. Her hands snapped out, grabbing the bottom of her dress and pulling it up to show curly tufts of fur - darker than the surrounding fur because of the cum seeping from her panties where the fur pushed it away from her pussy.

She could see her swollen clit jutting against the seat of her panties.  And, as she moved, she shuddered from the touch of it.  It sent thrills up her spine and she moaned and clawed, tearing the panties away.

Naomi's lips twitched on her stretching snout.  Large holes opened in the flesh.  Translucent  whiskers poked through, a few at first until more holes gaped open to emit additional tactile hairs.  They trembled as she closed her eyes and touched herself, soaking her fingers in her wildly dripping pussy.  Her fear forgotten, drowned by the immense arousal eroding her humanity.

The soft pink padding bulging from her palm rubbed against her clit, causing her to moan.  Behind her, her short tail widened and curled.  She felt the cool touch of the railing against the smooth, ashen colored limb.  It dragged over the metal, curling in an attempt to grip it as she began to stroke herself.

Urges flooded her brain. She bucked and screamed, nearly falling until her tail clenched the railing to hold her in place. Her legs trembled  while cum spurted from her clenching pussy.

Her body burned at the flood of thoughts filling her mind.

She needed a mate to breed her.  She exhaled sharply and her long fingers sped up.  She clenched her clit between her index and middle finger and her gasping, mewling moans took on a sharp edge that slowly built into a screeching, squeaking cry as her cum dribbled liberally to the floor beneath her.

Reddened bumps appeared on her exposed belly.  She could feel the itch of the fur spreading up from her crotch and down from her chest.  Delicate, pleasurable needles poked into her breasts as hairs grew from the soft skin.

Cramps seized her belly, forcing her to hiss in pain as milk ducts grew beneath the teats forming on her belly.  Milk dripped as holes opened in the little nipples, dripping into the spreading fur.  An itching ache clawed into her breasts until her milk let down there, too, soaking into her bra and the rags of her dress.

She came a second time with a loud screech, hips bucking while her brain blazed with the thought of her belly full of pups.  The urge was imperative.  She needed to find males in order to have litters and establish her territory.

The elevator stopped and the doors clattered.  She stumbled out into the empty lobby with her purse forgotten on the floor behind her.  Her broad ears twitched to catch faint conversations behind closed doors.

There were so many of them and her whiskers twitched as she scented the air, testing their pheromones. So many bucks.  So many potential does waiting for her touch.  To join her.

But... but I need- she shook her head. She had to get to her meeting.  She had to get there.

Naomi squeaked and stumbled.  She looked down to see her feet bulging against the toe box of her heels.  Strands of scattered fur covered the tops of her feet but the rest of her legs were bare skin up to her knees, where it switched to thick fur.

She scrunched her toes, digging her nails into her shoes.  Clawing at the soles as her toenails cracked and lengthened, scratching back and forth until they tore into the high heels.  Bones shifted within.  Her forefeet widened until the front of her heels burst from the strain of containing them.

Freed from her heels, she stumbled but caught herself on her forefeet with her claws clicking on the smooth marble floor.  She kept the same stance as before, standing on her toes and forefeet with her heels up and her knees bent.  It felt right.

Naomi walked with her ringed tail swaying behind her, tapping the back of her thighs.

"The meeting, the meeting," she repeated until she reached the bank of elevators.  One of them opened immediately at her touch and she scurried inside before frowning at the digital touchpad.  It took her a moment to recall the PIN needed to reach the top floor.  Her claws slid against the interface as she carefully typed it in with her whiskers rocking beneath her pink nose.

The doors opened to near silence.  She glanced at her office at the end of the hallway after stepping out of the elevator.  Her tail coiled around her leg, wrapping gently against her knee as she closed her eyes to listen.  Globs of her cum littered the floor of the elevator with more streaking the walls where she'd clawed at them during one of several orgasms.  Her panties stuck wetly to the floor with strips of her dress scattered around them.

Voices whispered to her from the first conference room on her left.  Her nostrils opened and closed.  Floral scents of perfume and the light fragrance of cologne. She followed it and her tail  unwrapped itself from around her leg.

Three of them, she knew.  Four if she included her assistant who had guided them before retreating back to her office.  That one would make a wonderful Dam.  She was young with huge tits and wide hips perfect for a full litter.  Multiple litters.  The thought of helping to care for her assistant's pups sent a thrill down her spine.

But, their guests first.

She nearly ran to the conference room with her shoulders slightly bent.  Eager and excited at the smell of two bucks waiting within.

The door opened silently.

An older gentleman sat nearby at the head of a mahogany conference table. Silver hairs streaked his temples while wrinkles lined his face. She was slightly disappointed but knew he would still be virile.

Behind him stood a much younger man in a dark suit. Naomi squealed at the sight of him.  The man, in return, took a step back before moving to close the distance between her and the seated man.

"これは何なんでしょう？" the older man asked in shock.

To his right sat his interpreter, a slender woman who screamed as soon she got a good look at Naomi.  Naomi hissed in return before focusing on the approaching man.  She reached for him, grabbing at his trousers but he moved faster than she could see, snatching her wrist and slamming her to the ground with a complex movement that left her breathless and dazzled.

"それは誰なんだ！？" the old man asked. He shoved his chair back and stood, stepping away from Naomi and his security guard while reaching for the interpreter to pull her behind him.  "それは何なのでしょうか！？"

Naomi squirmed.  Her tail circled around the guard's leg before clenching against him. His weight held her in place but she lifted her hips to grind against his crotch with a low moan.

And then she bit him, hard, just above his wrist. The man cursed and punched her head, slamming it into the ground.  She saw darkness for a moment and then bright stars.

The old man called out to his guard and was answered in return.  They spoke more but Naomi ignored them and continued to push back into him, quickly soaking his pants as her bare pussy rubbed against his crotch.

He grew hard against her with shocking speed and he hissed, interrupting his conversation to turn back to her.  He snarled something in her ear, something questioning - something demanding.  Angry at her, yet she felt him thrust against her.  Felt his grip lessen on her as he groaned and pawed at his crotch.  As he unzipped himself to free his throbbing erection. Her ears twitched when he began grinding his teeth.

And then the world exploded.  She felt him thrust into her waiting pussy, spreading her open.  Plunging deep inside of her.  Grunting as he began to pound into her with a sense of feral urgency.

"ぬれてる," he gasped, his breath hot against her ear.  His own whiskers emerged and lengthened, pressing into the fur on her cheek and the skin below, tickling her and adding to the pleasure she felt.  "ぬれてる."

The old man yelled at his guard.  He stepped forward with the interpreter following and then sidling around in order to escape.  When the old man reached for the guard's shoulder to drag him away, the guard screeched and swiped, tearing through the other man's sleeve.

The interpreter screamed.  She leaned forward, ready to jump over Naomi and her buck until the guard pulled out of Naomi and grabbed her, dragging her to the ground.  He thrust against her panties beneath her short dress while grinding his lengthening incisors into her bare shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood.  Pressing and pressing and pressing his cum-coated cock until it slid against her skin to slip beneath her panties.  Her eyes widened when he entered her while fur pierced the pale skin around the bite mark healing in her shoulder.

Naomi stood, pissed that the male didn't finish in her.  She turned to the older man and grabbed his arm, ripping his sleeve away to expose the wound, already lined by thick fur.  Naomi licked the drops of blood to clean his wound before grooming the fur slowly spreading over his arm.  Her free hand gripped his crotch, stroking him through his pants until he grew hard.  She slipped her long, delicate fingers into his pants and moaned when she felt the size of him.

The man groaned above her, swaying and slapping his temples. Gray fur emerged along her jawline and he scratched at it before reaching for Naomi. Anger flared in his eyes before guttering and turning into something else.  He turned her around, shoving her against the table while clawing at his belt with long, furred fingers.  Documents scattered around her as the man tore at her bra and remnants of her dress.

She barely had to wait before she felt the hot touch of his cock against her pussy lips hidden beneath soaked fur.  Naomi smiled when he thrust into her before gasping in pain when he briefly brushed her cervix.  With her head to the side on the cool table, she spied the interpreter pawing at the floor while raising her furry ass.  Black fur, Naomi noticed, with a lump where her tail was pushing, stretching the skin above.

Naomi shoved back, wincing and moaning, unable to restrain herself as the new buck pounded into her, stretching her tight pussy with his enormous cock.  He snarled and she felt his balls slapping against her clit, causing her to scream as a sudden orgasm tore through her body.  She clenched against him, pulsing around his girthy dick but he kept thrusting and his testicles grew larger with every motion until the wet smack of them hitting her swollen, cum-soaked labia sounded throughout the conference room.

He came, finally, and it flooded her endlessly before gushing back out.  Naomi screeched and pushed, desperate to keep all of it inside and her tail wrapped around his waist, just above where his own tail was shoving at the back of his trousers.

Streams of milk from Naomi's teats and breasts traced slow lines down the slight slant of the table, some dripping over the sides while others soaked into the financial documents they'd prepared in advance.

When the man stopped cumming, Naomi stepped away and moved to hug the guard.  She reached down, stroking his cock as he continued to fuck the changing interpreter. Her other hand massaged his swelling testicles while she nibbled at his expanding ear.

Cum, she thought towards him. Cum in your doe.  Cum deep inside of her. Breed her and then fuck me.  Breed-

Hands pushed her, forcing her down to the ground.  The older buck mounted her once more, beside the other two, and their squeaking, moaning voices echoed through the hallway.

The Mischief was only just beginning.