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Wolves of the Future

for Lorvianne

by Draconicon

With the world in a fucked-up state, there were few willing to brave the lands outside of the half-safe cities. With the nanites running wild, with all the different transformative problems that came with making contact with anything off the grid, nobody wanted to risk what stability they had, or if they did, they weren't going to be very reliable once they embraced their more perverted side. Any explorers were looked at askance, and anyone that wanted an assignment that took them beyond the walls were seen as the exact wrong people to send, considering what it meant.

Lovianne was one of the few exceptions, proven to be good at her job and more than willing to go out on another one. None of her clients knew why she liked being outside of the city, and she liked to keep it that way. Better for her, them, and anyone else involved.

The latest assignment for the brown-furred cat was to make contact with a bunker at the foot of a local mountain a hundred miles out from the city. The old books that the city council had been going through showed that there'd been payments being made from the old-world government to the bunker, but no idea what had been bought. They wanted her to find out what had been going on, report back, and keep it quiet.

Easy enough, she'd thought.

As Lovianne leaned against the front door of the bunker, she supposed that she'd been mostly right. There'd been one encounter on the way through the forest of the bunker, but that was solved with both her own innate resistance to the nanite transformations and the extra boosters that she'd brought along for the trip. The brown-furred feline leaned against the door panel, holding the applicator gun to her upper arm and pulling the trigger to give herself a second dose, hissing under her breath as the needle broke the skin.

"Damn thing always hurts," she muttered, putting it back on her belt. "Still, better safe than sorry."

Shaking her head, she stepped back, looking the panel over. The bunker, built into the side of the mountain slope, was clearly something of the old world, and late old world, at that, possibly built just a few months before the nanite burst hit. The walls were made of dirt-repellant chrome, which meant that it still shined and grabbed attention. She looked at her reflection, and she almost chuckled.

She looked like one of those action femme fatales from one of those old movies. Tight shorts, thick boots, and a top with a vest that had too many pockets by half, according to most of the people that she worked with, the feline certainly didn't mind her look. Sure, it showed a little more than she needed to with her top revealing her cleavage almost right down to the nipple line, and sure, her shorts were a little high to show a lot of leg, but...well, it was fun. And her clients didn't start trying to argue with her when they were more interested in sex appeal.

"Well, let's get this done."

The front door of these bunkers were almost never locked. They had other security systems for that, and she imagined that the real barrier would be after the Decontamination fields in the first room. She tapped the button, and as she expected, the door opened.

"...Oof."

Shaking her head, Lovianne stepped inside, walking over the skeletons surrounded by puddles of goo. She made sure not to step in any of it; her boots were soled with rubber and a layer of metal, but that meant jack-shit against some of the mutative elements out there. Too much of that goo could hit her with whatever had taken down the scientists, or worse.

As she stepped over the first few bodies, she saw the tell-tale slot of a card reader by the door on the other side of the room. A glance towards the ceiling confirmed that the decontamination units were offline; the various showers that were supposed to clean anyone that the scanners didn't like were either disconnected or completely shut down.

Not a good sign for clean-rooms further in...

But not the worst, either, as it meant that she wouldn't be dealing with so many crazies. There were some bunkers where the inhabitants had been able to hold out against the storm, and they had gone completely bonkers in isolation. She always had better luck negotiating with monsters and raiders than she did with old-world survivors. They were always sure that she was the monster, but she was never the one holding a gun on someone else.

Shaking her head, Lovianne looked through the fallen skeletons and their ripped, rotted clothing. There were no clusters of ammunition - those would have been stripped long ago, by first-wave survivors - but there were other things. Little mementos, old faded photographs, and -

"Jackpot."

Smiling to herself as she stood up with a laminated ID card, the feline turned her attention back to the door. A hop, skip, and a jump carried her across the pressure panels in the lane leading between the front-room machinery to the door, and she slotted the card into the reader. She was counting on it to still have power, and it confirmed her guess with a quiet beep before sliding the metal door open and out of the way.

Humming quietly, she took the card back and stepped through. The next chamber was wide open, cleaner than the last one, though not entirely pristine. There was a scent of dog throughout the room, and she shook her head as she looked from cushion to cushion, couch to couch. She guessed that this had been the social room when the bunker was still functioning, where people went to hang out between their tasks and assignments. Judging from the powered-down vending machines by the door, they were probably a hungry group; there was almost nothing left behind, and that stuff never went bad.

Still, the thick scent of dog was something that she hadn't expected. There wasn't anything wrong with it, precisely, but with a smell this strong, either the workforce here had been an entirely canine operation - not impossible, but rare from what the old world documents and records showed - or someone else was regularly coming in. A lot of something elses, for that matter.

Lovianne needed to find a working computer with records, and soon. She walked down the middle of the social room, avoiding the little pits with the couches and cushions, and made her way to a wall-mounted terminal by one of the other vending machine pairs. She tapped the screen twice, confirming that it was still receiving power from the bunker's reactor, only to grumble as soon as it asked her for ID and a password.

"Always locked down...you'd think people would have better priorities than computer security with the world ending," she muttered.

She checked the ID card. It had a name on it, but lacking a password, that wouldn't get her much. She tapped her fingers against the screen, thinking things through.

If he's in the system...

People were lazy. That much was true now, and it would have been even truer back then. More than likely, if they had a card reader rather than just a button for a code, that meant that they had people that didn't want to go along with code locks and passwords and usernames. If a four-digit door code was too much, that would have been even worse. And this was a bunker that was more or less off the grid, which meant that they were probably working off of different security baselines and codes than the standard in other locations. And if that was the case...

Lovianne ran her fingers under the monitor, then on either side of the terminal. Nothing there, but as she dragged her fingers behind the top -

"Lazy guys. My favorite."

There was a card reader back there. She slotted the ID in, and the computer pinged, welcoming "Marshall Jensen" into the system after far too long a time logged out, and then offered her access to the database.

The task was almost over, then. She pushed a flash drive into the underside of the screen and tapped the transfer option when it popped up. It probably wouldn't be able to fit all the data onto just one drive, but she had a whole bag waiting for her to fill up. One of the first things that you learned on data-dives like this was to make sure that you had drives to burn. These old things had so much on them that it boggled the mind.

As she waited, she leaned back against the wall, one leg stretched out as she put her hands behind her head. So far, this had been a good day.

Then, she heard a soft 'thump' from elsewhere in the lab. It was followed by a low growl, one that didn't sound at all mechanical, and she stood up a bit straighter, her ears flicking behind her head and her tail starting to twitch and fluff out just a little bit.

"Hello?" Lovianne called out. "Just exploring. Not looking for any trouble."

There was no response, at least not of the verbal sort. There were, however, two more, much louder thumps coming from the door leading off to the west, to her right. She whipped to face it, eyes narrowed as the door slid open.

Her expectations of what lay on the other side, however, were shattered as a large, dark-furred wolf stepped through, followed by no less than eleven more. They had their shoulders hunched as they stalked towards her, the dozen canines growling past long fangs as they moved to cut her off from the exit, keeping her from getting away from them.

"...Explains the smell of dog," she muttered under her breath. "Dammit, this is not the time for -"

The wolves had her encircled, and one of them lunged for her leg. Lovianne managed to jump over that one, but the others were already coming for her, one, then another leaping over their fallen packmates. They hadn't managed a bite on her yet, but there were so many of them she knew that it was only a matter of time before one of them managed a lucky snap and managed to bring her down.

Dodge.

Roll.

Twist.

She threw herself all over the place, desperately trying to keep out of reach, and for nearly a minute, she managed it. Then -

Thump.

The first one managed to twist around and throw himself against the back of her legs, and Lovianne went down, barely avoiding cracking her head against the chrome floor. She groaned under her breath, looking up at the pack as they circled her. She tried to reach for her belt -

"Rrrrrrrrr..."

Only to freeze instantly when one of the wolves growled at her. That sound made it very clear that they weren't going to take her doing anything aggressive, and considering how many sharp teeth were around her, she knew better than to challenge that.

They didn't eat the bodies in the front room...and they haven't ripped the room to shreds yet...

Which meant that she had a chance. If they were even half-feral rather than full-feral, then there was a chance that they would just boss her around for a while and then ignore her. Even if they -

One of the wolves lunged in, biting down on her belt and yanking its head back. Lovianne was yanked along for the ride until the belt snapped, leaving her groaning from the bruise at her waist. Another wolf lunged for her, ripping at her sleeves, and then her pants, and then her boots, tearing off more and more with each passing second until she was left with mere rags. Even those did nothing for her modesty, and the cat groaned, more at the loss of her utility items than anything else.

Or we could be doing this...

It wasn't the first time that ferals had shown some interest in her, and she doubted it would be the last. When the nanites burst across the world, they had affected more than just the two-legged species. Most of the ferals had been at least slightly afflicted by them, too, and they were more 'attracted' to the two-leggers than they had previously been. Nobody knew why that was, but Lovianne imagined that it had something to do with the fact that the nanites always wanted to spread, and the easiest way to do that was through sex.

She just hoped that her resistance was still fairly high. The booster should be sufficient to keep any untoward changes from taking place to her insides, but if it wasn't...

Well, she'd just have to walk faster when they were done and hope she didn't hit any big pockets of problems on the way back to her employer. She lifted her hips higher, keeping her tail up and to the side, and the first of the wolves - the biggest and darkest-furred of the pack - walked around her. His nose dragged up the back of her thigh, nudging against her leg all the way up to her ass, and then between her legs. Lovianne managed to keep from jumping as the wolf's nose nudged against her clit, but -

"Oof!"

She would never get used to the feeling of a wolf just flopping on her like that. Nobody really understood how big a wolf was until it was putting its full weight on you, and it was a lot to take. She groaned as her arms nearly gave out, bracing herself as she felt the tapered tip of the wolf cock thrusting away, trying to find her sex. He hit her thigh twice, and with that bony dick, that left a mark, but on the third thrust, he found it.

Lovianne bit off a different sort of hiss, some of the alterations that she'd taken in the field starting to come into effect. She could feel that first burst of lust that always came with taking something down there, a self-defense alteration that meant she never took something dry, but it did come with the humiliation of enjoying whatever got slammed inside of her. The whining whimpers of the wolf male on her back only added to that, leaving her gritting her teeth and trying to think of anything other than the fact that she was getting rutted by a feral as if she was one of the pack's breeding bitches.

The one good thing about ferals was that they were quick, and this one was already starting to work up toward his orgasm. His knot was already good and full, and she bit her lips as she felt it slapping against her pussy time and time again, almost bruising her more than once as the wolf worked himself towards his orgasm. She tried not to pant as she looked around the rest of the pack, seeing their cocks slowly descending from their sheaths.

Mmmph...stupid body...stupid alterations...

The mutations were making her want it, making her wet for it, but she was still in control. She could hold out, as long as there wasn't anything too bad in the wolves. She could -

"Awooooooooo!"

And then, the knot was in her. She hissed past her teeth as she took the thick thing, feeling it going in further than she'd like, but it wasn't the biggest knot that she'd taken. The dire wolf that she'd seen in the forest took that spot; he'd been so big that she was still not sure that she was completely tightened up from it. But this...this was still big, and the feeling of having her pussy spread so wide was something pretty new to her.

As she struggled to catch her breath from the rough humping and the heat spreading through her core, she expected the wolf to hop off her and stand ass to ass as they always did. Instead, he just...slumped.

"Nnngh...lazy dog..."

There was no answer, but the slump got worse. She felt almost like he was flowing over her, more like a rug than a proper wolf, but it wasn't until she felt slime running down her sides that she realized that things weren't entirely what they seemed.

"Oh, fuck."

Lovianne looked over her shoulders and saw the face of the wolf dissolving into her back, becoming nothing more than a deep black ooze that was spreading over her spine and down her sides. More of it went down her legs and her arms, but lines of black ooze went down her chest, over her breasts and along her sides. Her hands clenched up as the ooze hit her wrists, her fingers curling, shortening up, and her elbows felt...weird, like they weren't quite bending the right way anymore. She tried to shake her head, to ignore it, but -

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Her legs were doing the same thing, her heel rising up and her ankle feeling off, pushed further up than it should be. Her body was warping, and the ooze inside of her was slowly pooling out, running down from her pussy over her stomach. Bit by bit, her brown fur was turning black, dark as the wolves' fur, and her hands and feet were already turning from the bipedal paws to the more feral sort.

The other wolves growled all around her, and for the first time, she could see their more liquid nature, how they were dripping just under their fur, how they were not quite solid. She should have guessed; this must have been a bio-lab for experimenting on them, creating more of the damn weapons that had spread through the world as a precursor to the nanites.

And she'd just walked right into becoming an experimental subject, too. Already, she could feel the slime spreading down her torso, adding more to her breasts, and she wasn't sure, but there might have been more nipples slowly poking their way through her fur. As the black ooze crept up to the base of her skull, she was even starting to wonder if she could hear another low, growling mind in the back of her head.

This wasn't just mutation. This was merging, and she had no resistance for that.

Her breath was driven right out of her lungs as another wolf mounted her, his cock joining the slime that was left from the other one deep in her pussy. She groaned, biting her lips as she felt the changes continue, already feeling more slime starting to creep over her, the start of new limbs pushing out of her hips and sides, and more mass on her back, her hips.

What would she become?

What would she have left?

And...would she be pregnant from this? The dark stirring in her guts told her that the answer to that was already a 'yes,' but with this many males, how could she not be?

How was she going to get out of this one?

The End

Summary: A feline explorer finds a bunker that she's been hired to investigate. Unfortunately, the bunker's not exactly abandoned.

Tags: F/solo, M/F, Bestiality, Zoophilia, Ferals, Wolf, Cat, Transformation, Merging, Goo, Ooze, Orgasm, Slime, Knot, Cum, Pregnancy, Post-Apocalypse,