Venned Denmates 1

I stopped dead in my tracks, raising an eyebrow as I noticed where my friend Ilona was going. I'd expected her to lead me into a shoe or lingerie store, not into... 

Slightly annoyed, the girl looked back when she realized that I wasn't following her. "What's with you, Dennis? I thought you wanted to surprise your girlfriend with an awesome birthday present?" 

"Well, yeah... but I'd expected that you'd point out to me where to get it in the mall. Not to... become it." I retorted. 

Yeah, I'd been racking my brains for weeks trying to figure out what gift I'd give Samantha for her birthday, but I'd utterly failed in coming up with even a single decent proposition. So when our common friend Ilona had told me that she knew exactly what my girlfriend would love for her birthday, I'd taken up on her offer without hesitation. 

Ilona rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, she'll get you for her birthday. That's way better than some piece of commercial plunder out of a boring shopping mall. And it's not like you have a plan B, right? So get into the booth already." 

"Point taken..." A bit nervously I stepped into the Venn Machine, noticing how she'd dialed in three days of change. Right, it was a Friday and I'd taken the day off for Samantha's birthday, so we'd have the whole weekend to do... well... whatever. "What are you turning me into? I hope not into a dress? I hate to say it, but in this case I'd nope the fuck outa here quite instantly." I shuddered at the thought of becoming an inanimate piece of clothing, to be at the mercy of whoever possessed me, unable to do or see anything... 

"Huh, what? No, don't worry." Ilona said from the other side of the Venn Machine with a conspicuous wink. "Samantha is not into this. Like, totally not. No worries. Speaking of worries... you look awfully twitchy. Are you a Venn virgin, perhaps?" 

I shot an annoyed look back. "Of course not." I huffed. I didn't add technically. Of course I'd used Venn Machines before. To enhance my wardrobe. And maybe tinker a bit with my appearance. There'd been a time when horns had been the current in-fashion among my age-group and I'd tried it out for a few days. But I'd never done any of the more... outrageous changes which were possible. 

To be honest, not many did. If you strolled around Venn Machines, you'd always think that half the human population had gone crazy and thrown away their humanity. In reality though, the majority of people used Venn Machines sparsely and conservatively. It was only a very low percentage of the overall population which was fine with radically altering their bodies. 

Which meant that statistics told me that I had nothing to worry about. Only... something on Ilona's face was telling me that whatever would happen to me wouldn't be a vanilla change. 

"Ilona!"

"What?" She blinked at me annoyed. "This is not easy, I'm trying to concentrate here." 

"What are you going to turn me into?" 

A sly smile played around her lips. "Into Samantha's dream mate, of course." 

I wanted to ask what that entailed, but then the change already washed over me. 

I felt... peculiar. The first thing I noticed which was obviously different was my nose. Somehow, it sat way further in my view than I remembered. I raised a hand to touch it and gasped. My hand was... covered in fur. Orange, with black stripes, almost like a Bengal tiger. It also had claws. 

With a flick of previously unknown muscles, I let the gleaming weapons slid out of their sheath, swallowing at the sight. Together with my obvious snout - so much I'd gathered by exploring my new mouth with my tongue by now - and the strangely mobile ears on my head, I was feeling definitely some sort of feline vibe here. 

The concept of anthros wasn't exactly new to me. By now, furry people had become the norm around Venn Machines or heavily populated places. There weren't many of them, but enough to recognize them readily. Did my new shape mean that my Samantha was a secret furry? 

I looked further down my body, only to be hit by the next bombshell. "What the...?" I exclaimed, then yelped at the unfamiliar high pitch of my voice. Stunned, I stared at the fur-covered, but otherwise perfectly identifiable pair of breasts which pushed out of my slim torso. 

Bewildered, I put my hands up to feel them. They were firm and sensitive, especially around the nipples, and- a snickering laugh ripped me out of my self-exploration. 

"Boys, how typical." Ilona laughed. "You give 'em boobs, what happens? They have to feel their knockers up. Always the same!" 

Embarrassed, I pulled my hands back. My ears felt hot and my tail twitched uncontrollable. Wait, tail? Oh, right. Obviously I'd been turned into some kind of feline anthro, getting a tail as well would just be logical. I turned my torso around, trying to get a look at my new appenda-

And there was the second bombshell. My jaw almost hit the floor. My tail wasn't attached to my lower back. Or rather, it was, but my ass was way further behind than I'd expected it to be. I wasn't just an anthro person. Somehow, my upper torso was attached to an entire feline lower body at the waist, complete with four legs. I'd become some sort of feline centaur! 

Dumbfounded, I stared at my new body. The Venn Machine had materialized my new body in a sitting position, like cats regularly do, with my posterior on the floor and the front legs pushing the torso upwards, so I hadn't noticed my additional limbs at first. But now I could actually feel all my four legs, in addition to my two hands. The frontal legs looked off a bit, though... 

Gingerly, I raised one foreleg, taking a closer look at the paw. Its toes were longer than the toes of my hind legs, and I could almost use them like fingers. Plus there was some kind of thumb... I shook my head at this. So I had... what? Two arms, two leg-arms and two legs? Plus the tail which I noticed to be very flexible and strong. I would probably be able to use it to grab stuff. 

"Hey, what are you waiting for?" Ilona's voice ripped me out of my wonderment, my new ears automatically swiveling towards where her voice had come from. Which wasn't from the interface. Which had gone dark anyway. Huh? She was already outside, peeking into my side of the Venn Machine. "Come on, we don't have the whole day. Other people want to use the Venn Machine, too!" 

Uh, right... I tried standing up on all four legs, wobbling a little, especially at the peculiar feeling of walking on my toes. Digitigrade legs, right. "I don't know how to walk like this!" I complained, making Ilona snort. 

"Men are such wussies. Just walk. Don't think about how. Just walk." 

Right. I closed my eyes, then opened them again. Just walk. I thought. Don't think about how. Just... walk. To my surprise, it actually worked. I didn't have any problem leaving the Venn Machine on my four new legs, acutely aware of all the curious stares I was suddenly receiving. 

Ilona beamed at me while taking in my appearance. She ordered me to stop, then walked around me, talking in every part of my new shape. 

"Perfect!" She finally declared with a smile. "Couldn't have done it any better. You look like them. Samantha will love it." 

"I look like what?" I asked pointedly. I was still a bit perturbed by the new, feminine sound of my voice. 

"Like a Chakat." Ilona said, as if that answered my question, and I raised my eyebrows. 

"Like a... what?" I'd never heard of anything like that. But Ilona didn't elaborate. Instead, she took my hand and dragged me over to a mirror front. 

I gasped as I took in my new appearance, instantly forgetting my question. So far, I'd only seen parts of my body, one part at a time. Now, I was suddenly seeing all of it, at once. And it was overwhelming. 

My previous assumption hadn't been wrong, I was definitely some sort of feline-based anthro. My face was that of a tigress, yellow with black markings and with a pronounced snout. My ears which were located on top of my head had black markings. Surprisingly, I was still able to see myself in this strangely beautiful face, especially in the eyes, which were a deep green, not unlike my original eyes had been. 

A mane of coppery, red hair flowed down all of my back, ending at my waist, and my breasts were firm and trim, though not too big. A B-cup, probably, I guessed, C-cup at most. 

But then there was my lower, fully feline half. It looked like it belonged to a tigress, graceful, but of obvious strength. All in all, the body was strangely exotic and powerful, but definitely feminine. Which prompted one question... 

With difficulty I managed to tear my gaze from my reflection in the mirror and looked at Ilona who'd observed me with a none-too-well hidden grin. "So Samantha is into... this?" I asked, gesturing at my fur-covered body. "But why am I... female?" 

This made Ilona giggle. "Female? You're not female." 

Huh? A bit of anger crept into my voice. "So what do you call these things, then?" I asked and pointed at my breasts. "Last time I checked, men didn't have them." 

My friend winked. "You still got a penis, you know?" 

I almost sputtered. "What? I... do?" Bewildered, I raised a hind leg, looking under my rump. Sure enough, I managed to spot what definitely looked like a sheathed penis. Right. What am I, some sort of futa? 

This time it was Ilona's turn to be embarrassed. "Hey, stop that!" She pressed out. "We're still in public, don't waive your dick around like that!" Anxiously, she looked around. 

Damn it, she was right. I put my leg down again, noticing a couple of parents who already scowled at me and shielded their kids' eyes from me. Good thing I had fur, otherwise they'd probably seen my skin take on the color of a tomato. 

"If you haven't noticed, you're basically naked." She hissed, taking my hand again and leading me away. "Your tits are on display as well, and I don't think the fur is enough to keep someone from calling the police for public indecency. Shit, I've totally forgotten about Venning you with a top or something similar." My friend sighed while picking up speed. 

"You still haven't explained to me why this shape." I pointed out while following her. At the same time, I couldn't help but marvel at my new coat of fur. Technically, it still was winter, and barely above freezing. Yet I felt perfectly warm, despite not wearing anything. 

Ilona rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well... I guess I'll let Samantha do the explaining. Let's just get back to my car asap now. I don't want to ruin hir birthday by losing you to the police!" 

The car proved to be the next obstacle. My new physiology made it fairly uncomfortable to take place on the front passenger seat, so eventually she just put down the back seats and let me lie on the load area. Good thing that she drove a station wagon. 

"You know, we forgot to take out my wallet and keys when you Venned me." I complained when we'd finally arrived in front of the apartment Samantha and me shared. "If Samantha isn't home yet, we're not getting in." 

"You're such a crybaby." Ilona fished around in her purse until she found a set of spare keys. "Good thing you two gave me this in case of an emergency." The woman smirked as she opened the door. 

She motioned for me to get in as well. "I just got a text from Jennifer. She'll arrive with Samantha in a few minutes, so why don't you make yourself comfortable in the living room while we wait for hir?" 

Hir? Did she mean my girlfriend? She'd called her like this before as well. And Jennifer would bring her? She was one of Samantha's best lady friends, and from what I'd heard a prolific Venner as well. Did this mean that my girlfriend would arrive Venned as well? I gulped as I looked down at my breasts again. I just hoped she wouldn't be some sort of super-masculine, muscle-bulging anthro guy. I had seen some of these when passing Venn Machines, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to deal with something like this. But on the other hand, like Ilona had pointed out, I still had a dick. So I somehow doubted that Samantha would be Venned into a male shape. 

While navigating the apartment, I noticed my changed proportions. Height wise everything was fine, but my feline lower half was kinda bulky in such cramped spaces, and I constantly had to make sure not to bump into stuff. With a sigh, I went down on my haunches in the living room, pondering about what the heck was going on here. 

My girlfriend, a secret furry? With lesbian tendencies no less? I considered myself a very tolerant person, and even though the whole situation I'd suddenly found myself in was ridiculous to the max, I didn't detect any revulsion at the thought in my heart. Still, I'd never even suspected that she'd harbor such tendencies. 

Suddenly my ears perked up as I heard voices in the staircase. A quick check-up of Ilona who was slouched on our sofa and fiddled around with her smartphone showed me that she hadn't noticed anything yet. Right. I'd already realized that my ears were way better than they used to be, but it was still a bit surprising that I was able to understand what was spoken behind our apartment door as if I was standing right next to them. 

One of the voices belonged to Jennifer, and with excitement I realized that the other was my girlfriend's. Although there was a slight difference I couldn't put a finger on right now. Nonetheless, I instantly felt relieved when she still sounded like a girl. 

"I don't understand what is going on here?" I heard her complain. "What is this birthday present you want to show me? And why do I have to be Snowblossom for it?" 

"Oh, ye of little faith..." Jennifer grumbled in response. "Just wait and see. You'll thank us in time." 

"Yeah, sure." Samantha sounded puzzled. "I'm just a bit apprehensive, you know? Dennis has never seen me in this shape, and he wanted to take the day off. What if he-" 

The key turned and the door swung open. From the living room, I had a perfect view through our hallway towards the entrance. And for the umpteenth time today, my jaw hit rock bottom as I saw what went, no, what prowled through the door. 

It... she... was definitely my Samantha. I immediately recognized her eyes. Plus the whiff of scents which suddenly assaulted my nose and told me that this was my girlfriend. Why did I know that? I honestly have no idea. Only that... she didn't look like her normal self. In fact, she looked a lot like me, yet... different. 

She also was a feline centaur like me, an anthropomorphic cat's torso on a full, feline lower body. But whereas I much looked like a Bengal tiger, she had bright grey fur with dark splotches. Much like a snow leopard. Additionally, her ears were rounder than mine, and her tail much thicker and, like all of her fur, definitely fluffier. Her mane was straight black and fell down to her shoulders. She was... beautiful. 

She wasn't looking towards the living room, towards me at first, but my scent probably alerted her to my presence, just like hers had. She stopped dead in her tracks, her head flying around, taking in my shape. Again, she reacted exactly like me and her jaw flew open in shock and surprise, revealing and impressive set of ivory fangs which rivaled mine. 

"Samantha?" I asked hesitantly, acutely aware of my tail twitching madly behind me, mirroring the tentativeness I was feeling. 

"D-Dennis?" My girlfriend asked shocked, drinking in my new shape with her eyes. "Is that you, babe?" 

I nodded demurely. "It was Ilona's idea. Do you... like?" 

Samantha nodded back silently, apparently too shocked for more words. 

I became partially aware of Ilona standing up behind me. "Aaaand now that the present has been delivered, I think we're gonna leave you two lovebirds alone now..." 

Grinning, the woman stepped past both me and Samantha and exchanged a high-five with Jennifer who was still standing in the open door. The two of them winked at us. "Have fun, Chakats." Jennifer said. "Give hir a good pounding." Ilona added to no one in particular, winking at both of us and using this strange pronoun again. Then they closed the door, leaving two dumbfounded people... cats... Chakats? behind. 

Right. I shook my head. "What are Chakats?" 

"Huh?" Samantha looked at me surprised. I couldn't hide a small smile. Apparently she was way more shell-shocked than me. 

"This body." I pointed at my feline half with a clawed finger. "Ilona turned me into this and just told me that I'm a 'Chakat', whatever that is. I got the impression that you know what she's been talking about, and also..." I raised an eyebrow. "...from what I've heard you say in the staircase, this hasn't been the first time you've been one?" 

"You heard that?" Samantha asked mortified, and even if her tail wouldn't have given away her embarrassment, I could smell it. 

"Sorry." I replied sheepishly. "These ears are sensitive, as you undoubtedly know." 

My girlfriend sighed. "Yeah, you're right." Then she went up on all fours and slowly walked towards me. I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the powerful muscles moving below her spotted flanks. My girlfriend prowled closer, taking in my new shape from all sides, sniffing and touching me here and there. 

I simply let her do her thing, somehow enjoying her attention, studying her body as well. And surprisingly, I liked what I saw. Very much indeed.

Finally, she finished, putting herself down next to me and looking me into the eyes. I couldn't help but shiver at the comfortable feeling of her soft fur touching my flanks, or at her sweet scent flowing through my nostrils. And then, surprisingly, she hugged me. I stiffened, but just for a moment, then I hugged back, acutely aware of how our bare breasts were touching. 

"Oh Dennis..." she breathed. "You're just... perfect. Please tell me that you're okay with this...? With being turned into this?" 

I hugged back extra strong, and somehow, I could feel our tails intertwine. Whether it was consciously or not, I didn't know, but at that moment, I didn't care. "Don't worry, my love." I told her back. "I got surprised by this, and it's definitely new for me, but so far I really like it. Still..." I dissolved the hug and smiled at her. "...I guess you have some explaining to do." 

"Right." Samantha looked at me sheepishly. "Okay, where to start... many years ago, in fact, long before the Venn Machines turned up, when I was still a teenager, I came across stories about a fictional race of gen-engineered people in the future." 

"Chakats." I presumed, and Samantha nodded. 

"Yes, Chakats. They are what you and I look like right now, felitaurs. Some critical voices have described them as an entire race of 'Mary Sue's', because they have been gen-engineered to be perfect. Anyway, once I'd read about them, I'd been hooked."

"Read where?" I asked, interested. "Is there a community for this?" 

My girlfriend nodded enthusiastically, her black mane bobbing. "Oh yes! There is a website dedicated to them, maintained by their creator, Bernard Doove, a chap from Australia. I'd always been interested into furries, but the Chakats struck a nerve in me." 

"I've never seen you dwelling into anthro stuff, though." I put in. "So consider me a bit surprised at this revelation." 

Samantha smiled coyly. "Well, contrary to some of my other boyfriends, you don't check my browsing history. Plus, with my full time job and a boyfriend, I don't have that much time anymore to dive into the furry community. And I didn't tell you about it because, well... I was..." She nervously nibbled her lip with a fang, looking incredibly cute while doing so. 

"...you were afraid that I wouldn't exactly be understanding." I finished for her. 

"Yes." The other Chakat sighed. "I had a couple of other boyfriends before you who reacted... poorly when they found out. And it was going so well between us that I didn't want to risk anything. Jennifer and Ilona always told me that you, of all people, would understand, but still..." 

A short silence elapsed, then she looked slightly annoyed for a moment. 

"Still, I can't believe the two of them turned you into a Chakat behind my back and played matchmaker. How dare they?" 

"I can go back to the Venn Machine right now and change back... if you want?" I offered teasingly, earning me an incensed roar. 

"Don't you dare!" 

I winked, prompting both of us to laugh. Truth be told, I really started to like my body. Despite its strange sexual characteristics. 

"Okay, I might have to thank the two of them for that." Samantha conceded with a happy smile, putting a hand through my mane. 

Oh my, that touch was making me feel all fluttery... "So when the Venn Machines turned up, you guys started using them to turn into Chakats? Real Chakats?" 

Samantha giggled. "You bet!" She exclaimed. "We couldn't believe our luck when these things turned up. Nobody in the furry community could. It simply was a dream come true." 

"We?" 

"Oh, me, Ilona, Jennifer... a few others, some of them you know, others you don't. It took a while, though. I have rarely seen you Venn, so I'm not sure if you know this, but Venn Machines are incredibly wonky regarding pop culture. Getting a felitaur out of one is easy. One with the right number of limbs... now it's already getting more difficult. And a Chakat, with all their fictional physiological and psychological quirks...? A nightmare, I tell you. That body you're wearing is like the thirtieth iteration or so." 

"Uh huh..." I thought about this for a while. "And are there..." I motioned at my well-hung rack, "...male Chakats?" 

My girlfriend giggled, then booped me on the nose. "No, silly. All Chakats got male and female parts, there's only one sex. It's part of what they are. They love social intercourse, after all." 

I goggled at her. "Say what?" 

The snow leopard next to me gave me an innocent smile. "Sex, physical intimacy, is important to Chakats. They are not as buttoned up as other species."

I drew the logical conclusion from that. "So... so... you... and Ilona... and Jennifer... have..." 

She looked at me seriously. "Yes. But never since we've been dating." My girlfriend sighed. "To be honest, I've missed it." Suddenly she became aware of what she'd said. "Uh, don't understand this wrong, please!" She pleaded. "I love sex with you. But sex as a Chakat is..." She left the rest unspoken, but the longing gaze in her eyes told me everything. 

I contemplated this. And suddenly, everything clicked into place. So this was what Ilona had Jennifer had planned for Samantha's birthday. The rascals!

Not that I was complaining, of course... quite the opposite, actually. Slowly, I put my hand on her cheek, stroking its soft fur lovingly. "This sounds intriguing..." I said, fully aware that how one of her hands started outlining my left breast, cupping a handful. "...do you mind showing me...?" 

Samantha didn't respond, at least not verbally. Instead, I suddenly had 400 pounds of furry felitaur in my arms, kissing me feverishly. 

Kissing with muzzles was... different. I was surprised when Samantha first started licking me with with her tongue, but I quickly returned they favor, surprised at how natural it felt. Within moments, we were all over each other, our hands roaming each other's body, caressing and fondling each other... 

We barely made it into the bedroom. In retrospective we were kinda lucky that we owned a futon bed - I don't think a normal bed would have withstood the love play of two 400 pound felitaurs. Eventually, I found myself looking down at my purring mate, her eyes sparkling with pleasant anticipation. My manhood was rock-hard by now, fully slid out of its protective sheath.

"My God, you are beautiful..." I whispered breathlessly while drinking her magnificent shape in. Maybe the Venn Machines had tinkered with my sense of aesthetics, maybe not and I'd always been a hidden furry, but right now, this leopard spotted felitaur in front of me was the loveliest sight I'd ever seen.

"See who's talking." Samantha purred, lying down flat on the bed but turning her torso towards me and stretching out a hand to fondle my tits. "Don't let me wait, lover." She continued, moving her tail out of the way and revealing a thoroughly moist vagina. "Fill me with your love." 

She didn't have to ask twice. I had no idea how to mate in these bodies, but somehow it didn't matter - I instinctively knew what to do. I slid my lower body over my girlfriend's crouching shape, my forelegs going down her sides. My hind legs were anchored securely on the mattress, using my claws for extra leverage, and pushing my manhood deep into her ready vagina. 

The pleasure was better than everything I'd ever experienced before, the intoxicating scent of my mate, our fur rubbing together, our cat-like yips of pure pleasure - it simply was perfect. Like in trance we made love to each other for minutes, rocking our bodies together in perfect synchronicity, until I couldn't hold it in anymore and squirted my seed deep into my lover's womb. 

Spent, I went down next to Samantha, my dick slipping out of her body even while she went through the last waves of her own orgasm. For a few minutes, we simply snuggled against each other, hugging and licking ourselves silently. 

"That was... amazing." I finally managed to say. "Is it always this good?" 

"I certainly hope so." My lover replied. "It was way better than with the others." She grinned toothily. "I guess it makes a difference if you do it with someone you truly love." 

I chuckled, thinking of her previous partners. "Or maybe the others just didn't know how to use their male equipment." 

Suddenly, a mischievous smile curled around the edges of Samantha's mouth. "Oh, you think we're inexperienced in using our male equipment? Shall we put this claim to the test?" 

"Huh, what are you-" My question was cut short and I yelped in surprise as Samantha rolled on her side and raised her hind leg out of the way, revealing to me a thick, already erect penis. 

My obvious surprise made her laugh giddily. "Oh my, why are you so surprised? I told you that Chakats got male and female parts. They are fully functional hermaphrodits." She winked. "Surely you must have realized this means that I got the same equipment like you?" 

I looked back sullenly, inciting another exited laugh. Yeah, she was right there. Of course I should have drawn this conclusion. But somehow, I didn't think of the ramifications. Wait a moment... if she got the same equipment like me, then in return I already had the same equipment like her... which meant that I also had a...? I felt my ears heat up with embarrassment. "So you want to...?" 

Samantha snuggled closer again, hugging me. "Yes, I'd like to give you the pleasure back you just bestowed on me. Please...?" 

Insecurely, I nibbled on my pinkie's claw. "I... don't know." I said, suddenly frightened. Some of my friends had readily experimented on their sex life using Venn Machines, but I'd never had the inclination of trying out the other side. To be honest, the sudden notion of being penetrated myself scared me. 

My girlfriend seemed to realize what was going through my head, because she soothingly licked my cheeks and hugged me firmly. "There is nothing to fear, my love." She said affectionately. "It's different being on the receiving end, but no less pleasant. I will be gentle, I promise." 

I still looked uneasy, so she placed her hands on my cheeks and looked deep into my soul, her own eyes overflowing with love and support. "Trust me. Please?" 

I swallowed. "O-Okay." I said, and Samantha kissed me on the snout, then moved behind me. I felt her move my tail out of the way with her hands and shivered as suddenly a whiff of cold air hit my new female parts. Then a large, but not uncomfortable weight pushed down on my back and I realized that this was my girlfriend mounting me. 

Her arms snaked around my waist and her head settled down on my shoulder, her tongue licking me reassuringly. "Shhh..." She said soothingly. "You're too tense. Just relax and let me in. I promise, it will be fine." 

I felt her love flow through her hug. It suddenly made realize that I was safe with her, that she'd never do anything to hurt me, and this recognition actually helped to calm my fluttery nerves down. I relaxed noticeably to my girlfriend, who patted my sides in encouragement. "Yeah, like that. Don't get startled now..." 

I yelped as I felt something warm, something thick pushing itself into me and I gasped at the alien sensation. More and more of Samantha's maleness slipped into me, filling me up. She was right, the more she pushed into me, the better it felt, the more at ease I became. 

Eventually, I started wondering how much further she'd go, when she stopped pushing and whispered in my ear. "There my love, I'm all inside you. How does it feel?" 

I grabbed her hand, closing my eyes. Her thick meat was deep inside me, and my body was hugging her manhood back. "It's... unbelievable. You're in me. We're one." 

"I'm so glad you like it." Samantha replied, and I could hear the relief in her voice. And then she started thrusting. The pleasure I felt as my girlfriend's penis slid in and out my vagina was simply indescribable, and I could do no else but loudly yowl in rapture. 


Eventually, after what had felt like hours, both of us were exhausted. We'd made love to each other multiple times, with changing roles. Samantha had shown me all the tricks she had learned in her previous sexual encounters as a Chakat, and I'd been an eager student. 

Now, both of us were simply lying next to each other, enjoying our physical closeness and basking in post-orgasmic bliss. 

"In my deepest dreams, I hadn't thought that it would be this... brilliant... this... vigorous." She stammered now, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. 

I had to chuckle at this statement. "I can't disagree, my love." I said, tenderly rubbing her grey belly with a fore paw. "I almost wish you'd have told me about your fantasy earlier." 

"You and me, both." There was silence for a couple of minutes. Then she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me. "Does this mean you wish to learn more about Chakats?" 

"Sure, why not?" I shrugged. "I'm aware that they are fictional, but you and your friends have obviously brought them to life fairly vibrantly. They... us seem like magnificent beings. Plus..." I smirked at this thought. "I'm wondering what our friends look like in their Chakat form. Especially Ilona." 

Samantha giggled and reached for the tablet which she kept next to the bed. She fumbled around a bit, then presented to me the image of a peculiar looking being. "Here, that is Ilona's form, Black Trickster."

I readily recognized the four-legged, two armed taur form as a Chakat, but this one had... 

"That's not a cat, right? That almost looks like..." 

"Yeah, these are skunk markings. Shi is a skunk taur." 

I raised an eyebrow. "Shi?" 

"Oh, right. Yeah, shi. Us Chakats are hermaphrodites, so we're neither he or she, nor him or her, but rather 'shi' and 'hir'." 

"Shi and hir..." I rolled the unfamiliar words on my tongue. But somehow they just felt right. "And you also have specific names for your Chakat forms? Black Trickster is Ilona?" 

"Fitting, right?" My girlfriend smirked. 

"And when you were in the staircase earlier, you said... Snowblossom? Is that your Chakat name?" 

She nodded vigorously. "Yeah. See this markings?" She... no, shi said and pointed at some of hir black spots. "They are not perfectly round, some look like-" 

"Like blossoms." I finished for hir with a smile. "I get it. So... Snowblossom, then?" As shi nodded again, I continued. "So... I'd probably need a Chakat name, too, right?" 

Snowblossom's face lit up in delight. "Well, yes and no. You already have one." 

"Huh?" 

"You see, the body you are wearing... that's one of my designs." Shi sighed. "One of my doodles for you. For when I'd eventually find the chutzpah to tell you about Chakats. It looks like Ilona must have found and used it, there's no other explanation." 

"Oh. Well then..." I looked towards hir expectantly. "What's my name then?" 

She put some of my silky hair into her hand, stroking it gently. "You have this copper hair, and your markings are those of a Bengal tiger, also known as the Royal Bengal tigers. So I thought about... Copperqueen." 

"Snowblossom and Copperqueen, huh..." I mused. Then: "I like it!" 

The smile which appeared on Snowblossom's face could have melted the whole Antarctic. 



To be continued in Trust Machines - Venned Denmates 2.