The ferret peered up at her for a second, then scurried up and down her body, nipping at her flesh, drawing tiny drops of blood all over her arms and legs, her ass, her neck, her breasts. The sharp little pricks, coupled with the sensual smell of the musk the ferret gave off, surprised Sharon by unexpectedly beginning to turn her on. She grabbed at the ferret, trying to capture it so she could use it to satisfy herself but it was to quick, easily dodging her hands, taunting her by remaining always just out of her reach.
“Come here, you mad thing,” she pleaded, but the ferret continued to rush all around her, rubbing her new fur, hardly biting now but rather nuzzling her body as it passed. Sharon’s passion was growing rapidly so that now, rather than desiring the sexual release the ferret could bring, she found herself needing it, demanding it. Her reactions seemed to be growing faster for she was able to occasionally now to touch the ferret, then briefly grasp it and finally embrace it.
Embrace it? Through her raging lust, Sharon dimly realized that she shouldn’t be able to embrace a creature so much smaller than her but her arms were around it, her face was buried in the soft fur of its side. Either the ferret had grown enormously or, far more likely, she suddenly knew, she had shrunk. She froze motionless for a terrified second and looked around her at a room grown huge and before her at the ferret now only a little smaller than herself. She could feel herself shrinking yet until she was a ferret-girl in size as well as appearance.
But her sudden fear was immediately overwhelmed by her lust and even fueled it as the ferret gently grasped the back of her neck in its teeth, wriggled around her and entered her from behind. Sharon fell prone on the floor, gasping, and her whole body writhed as the ferret scrambled and pumped away. She had known moments of passion in her life but only moments, seconds. Now her whole consciousness was overwhelmed by a vivid exhilaration as all her senses overloaded with a frenzy that went on and on and on, drowning any thought while she let out a series of high-pitched screams. The ferret continued with boundless energy, ramming and shaking the mindless girl, raking her sides with its claws, biting at her neck and shoulders. She was so inflamed that the pain added to an ecstasy that seemed to never end.
And then, abruptly, it did end. The ferret released her and bounded a foot or so in front of her before turning and looking back. Sharon was too spent, physically, mentally and spiritually, to do anything about it except look up and feebly wave her hand in its direction, whether in farewell or in an effort to clutch it again, she didn’t know. Then the ferret was gone, rushing away, out of the room, the house, down the street.
Sharon lay still for a long while, moaning occasionally partly in satisfaction, partly in faint remaining lust. The satisfaction passed, though, the lust died and still she moaned. She became aware that she was severely bruised, inside and out, and that bites and scratches covered her body and that everything hurt. She finally crawled to her feet and forced her eyes open to look around her. The immediate area was covered with scraps of fur and drops of blood while the room loomed beyond. She inspected her aching body and saw that her arms and legs were longer in proportion than those of any human, ending in paws and claws not hands and nails while her whole long, lithe body was covered in soft, dense fur. Most of her body was still recognizably human shaped, although her breasts were somewhat smaller and her frame much leaner.
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