Wild Hound's Call, Part Three

Sue had spent most of the week with the odd woman Lianna, who had seemed to know all about the Wild Hounds, the nature of the curse, and many other mysterious things.  For someone who had spent most of their life learning things about science, math, and other hard subjects, it was both fascinating and terrifying to find so much of what she had taken for granted turned on its head.

Lianna, for her part, was tight-lipped, and reluctant to talk too much about “Fae Business”, as she called it. Sue could tell that there was something personal there, some deep and dark involvement that made the pale stranger reluctant to open up about how she knew so much or why.

She was, however, grudgingly grateful for Sue's help. Sue eagerly travelled back and forth from the now more mundane Gramarye Road, carrying out necessary errands for Lianna.(it seemed so..normal, in daylight, nothing like the frightening maze of warped-space and dark brick houses that it had seemed on that night. Everything about it was receding into a twilight haze, more like a dream than a real memory.)

“You should check on your friends, make sure they're not doing anything stupid.” Lianna said, one day, after sending Sue to buy her a whole arm-full of weird and rare herbs and plant ingredients.  The scrawny, intensely pale blonde woman seemed more and more like...well, a witch, despite her unusual clothes, sending Sue with money to buy odd herbs from corner-shops and covered markets Sue hadn't even known existed in this town.

“They're not really...my friends. I mean, well... we hang out, I guess, its Uni, you know?” she said awkwardly. Truth was, she'd been so captivated by trying to learn all she could from Lianna, from this new world she'd uncovered, she'd neglected her friends. She'd tried calling Sara and Candace a few times, but Sara had said she was “busy” and would be absent until the agreed upon meeting, just before the next Full Moon. Candace responded by text, saying she'd be along later to sort some things out.

Candace came in the very next day, apparently furious. She wore a hat, a thick jacket, and thick men's jeans, different from her usual punky aesthetic. She seemed keen to conceal herself now, in very dark and figure-obscuring clothing.  “You didn't say anything about...about how these transformations would manifest!” she growled, a low rumbling sound in her throat, startling Sue, who had been sitting and eating breakfast with Lianna.

Lianna sat calmly behind her kitchen table. “You masturbated didn't you? Or perhaps had sex? I told all three of you, no matter how bad it got, you had to resist those urges. In fact, It might be worth checking on the others. Too much and it might become irreversible.”

Candace slammed her hands on the table, making Sue jump, but not fazing the pale, weirdly knowledgeable woman Candace had come to harangue.

“I...I tried not to, for fucks sake.  But you don't know! Either of you, it would seem.” she grumbled. “It's...like nothing I've ever experienced.” she blushed, sitting down awkwardly. "It's like being in heat."

“It...changed me in ways I didn't expect, and...well...” she continued after a pause, turning crimson. She took off her cap, her blue messy hair spilling out...along with two, floppy canine ears.

Sue stared. “Candace...what...is that the Curse?”

“No, I've always had these. OF COURSE ITS THE FUCKING CURSE!” She growled, but seeing the young Asian girl's reaction she became apologetic. “I'm sorry...its just...these changes...I feel like...I'm becoming something else. Someone else. I've had such...strange moods...and...urges.”

Lianna nodded. “Mmm. I feared this might occur. Its best we see how the other two are doing. I've been gathering Goblin Fruits, hopefully I'll have enough to cure all of you, but if its gone much further than this, it will be difficult indeed, especially if some of you forget what its like to be human...”

Candace trembled, her rage obviously concealing a deep and painful fear. “Please. Do something. Can't I be normal again? God, this shit sucks...” She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, and for whatever reason Sue's eyes were drawn to a large bulge now protruding from Candace's pants.

She blushed crimson. But Candace was a girl! Wasn't she? Not that she was judging, but she'd never indicated being trans before...or...was this too, part of the curse?

Candace seemed to sense the attention, and flushed. “Damnit. I knew I was bisexual but...even being around you two is making me itch again. Do you have anything I can...do to suppress these urges?”

Sue blushed more. Candace had been quite open about her sexuality and interests in the past, but the idea that she herself, a mousy little nerd girl, could interest Candace, even if she was cursed... it made Sue uncomfortable, and stirred feelings inside of her. She'd never had much interest in sex or anything like that before, for boys or girls. She wondered, briefly, what it would be like to be consumed by...heat.

Lianna's voice cut through Sue's reverie, as she responded to Candace. “I have some sour root. But when it comes to killing ardour, best I can suggest right now is plenty of cold showers, food that's disgusting, and anything else that kills the mood usually.”

Candace nodded gratefully, taking the proffered sour root, chewing it vigorously, and Sue couldn't help but watch as the pressing bulge began to fade. The cursed young woman sighed with obvious relief. Sue found herself thinking about what that must look like. She began to stir a little uncomfortably herself.

“Man, I can't tell you what a strange and weird week I've had.” Candace said, sitting back and expelling a loud sigh.

Lianna pursed her lips, getting up from her chair, just as Candace seemed to be making herself comfortable. “We need to check on your friends. I fear their reactions might have been...more severe.”

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Amber's week was only becoming even worse. She'd been avoiding Brad, her boyfriend, ashamed about her changed appearance, and uncertain how she'd react if she saw him again. She'd taken to wearing big thick winter mittens, and taking ice-cold showers. For someone who had spent their whole lives indulging every whim they'd ever had, or had a family who'd pay to satisfy any desire or fancy she might have, it was agonising to be in a situation where she had to practice self-control and self-discipline, especially in this regard.

She was watching the Discovery Channel, about the most boring television channel she could imagine, hoping it would keep her mind in a state of unsexy apathy and quasi-lethargy. So far it had worked out, and she'd found herself actually learning a few things, her usual habit of watching reality tv and rom-coms ditched for fear of becoming aroused by the gorgeous male-stars, or, worse, the female ones.

Amber blushed at the idea. She was completely heterosexual, damn it! She'd kissed a few female friends when drunk, including Candace, who had seemed to enjoy it rather more than Amber had. But this state of heat that came on, seemed to be affecting even her preferences.

A programme about lions came on, as she lay supine on the couch, discarded packets of salty beef-jerky. She'd maintained a strict diet for years, but she'd developed a voracious appetite of late, especially for meat. Normally she'd be horrified by the idea of putting on weight, but if anything she found herself slimming of late, becoming more lean and muscular, despite her diet change.

She licked her lips unconsciously as she watched the lions bringing down a gazelle, their fangs sinking into its neck, blood running in gushing rivulets. She felt her belly rumbling, and her mind was filled with vivid images of running on all fours through thick woods and hedges, her noses full of the enticing, hot scent of prey.

She rubbed her taut belly, smooth and tanned, and now covered in a light blonde fuzz. She wasn't happy about her increased hairiness, but at least it was mostly concealable and manageable. For now.

She heard her phone go, no doubt Brad trying to get in contact with her again. She'd tried to brush him off with excuses, but apparently he was really keen to see her, to talk to her. Apparently he wanted to apologise for something, but she wasn't sure what. She frowned, remembering for some reason Tasha and Courtney following her around at university the other day.

Were these related? She was distracted from further thoughts as she saw the documentary had now turned to the subject of Lions mating. Feeling herself grow hot and bothered, she quickly changed the channel, squirming uncomfortably in her panties. Maybe she ought to just walk around naked, she thought. Clothes were clearly only making her hotter, and were awkward to wear now, somehow. Plus she felt like she didn't really fit in them anymore.

There was a knock at her door. No, a persistent hammering. She turned the television off, trying to ignore the sensitivity in her nether-regions as she walked, staggered even, over to see who could be bothering her.

"Go away! I'm ill!" she mumbled, self conscious still.

"Amber? It's me Brad. Look baby, I'm sorry about what happened..."

"What do you know?" she snapped at him. "Its nothing to do with you! What are you talking about?"

There was an uncomfortable silence from the other side.

"Brad?" she asked, uncertain, the silence unnerving her.

"You...don't know?" he said slowly.

She frowned. What on earth was he bothering her about now? She had way more important things to do, like not turning into a damn dog! Unconsciously, she began to rub her legs together, feeling herself grow hot and moist, the scent of her regular boyfriend- no, her mate- wafting through the thin door towards her. She wanted, no, needed him.

"Brad..." she began, uncertain what to say.

"I'm sorry! I...I cheated on you, with...Natasha..." he sobbed.

Something broke inside of her. Whatever she'd been expecting, this wasn't it.

She threw open the door, not sure what exactly she had in mind, growling low in her throat.

"You did what?!"

He began to speak, but something furious, something feral took control, encouraging her, pushing her on to actions. To claim her mate. To re-assert her dominance. And then to punish the bitch who'd stolen her man!

She dragged the surprised young man inside, who yelped, her strength much greater than he remembered it. She slammed the door behind them, her nose taking in his every scent. He was afraid, he was apologetic, he was remorseful. He still had traces of her scent on him. He was also fertile.

She growled, her head throbbing, her stomach in knots. Conflicting forces tore at her. She didn't know what to do. So she did what her body wanted, what it demanded.

She grabbed him, pulling him close, and kissed him violently, forcing her tongue down his throat.

His eyes went wide in surprise, as she began to pull him towards the couch, throwing him down.

"You're mine." she growled, fangs pushing up from her gums, her eyes wild and yellowing.

"Amber, wait..." Brad tried to speak, confusion and fear writ large on his face. But she didn't care. She felt fury and lust overwhelming her. She had had the worst week ever, denying herself what she wanted, denying herself what she deserved, and this man cheats on her? He comes here, perhaps hoping to apologise? Doesn't he know who she is? What she fucking deserves?

A small part of herself protested, that these thoughts, this intense fury and lust, was coming from the Curse, the beast within, and not her. She had barely listened to Brad, her tiny human voice said. And if she was so angry, why was she trying to rape him?

She slammed such thoughts aside, fighting the tears in her feral eyes. She leaned down, growling, and bit Brad in his neck, ignoring his scream of surprise.

"Ah, stop, Amber, you crazy bitch!"

Bitch.

The word seemed to trigger something inside of her. All conflict and restraint within her vanished. She was -no- bitch. And if she was, what did that make him?

"No." she growled. "I will take what I want. I am dominant. Not you, not her! This is my pack!" she said wildly. she felt her finger-nails lengthening, becoming claw-like. She shook the mittens free from her hands, raking at his shirt, tearing his clothes free. He gasped, and she yanked hard at his pants, frantically loosening his belt, exposing his underwear, and his bulging manhood. His resistance became weaker and weaker as she became stronger and stronger. The blood from his neck trickled gently, but eventually became sluggish, his eyes dull and obedient as the Curse spread within him too. She licked her lips with anticipation, noting that he too was becoming aroused, a slave to the animal instincts beginning to flood through his body.

He was always an animal at heart. She thought. This is only what he deserves.

As the muscular young man was stripped, Amber felt her own heat, her own itch spreading. She looked down, noticing she was becoming more and more hairy. She struggled out of her dress clumsily, finding buttons and straps more difficult, motor control no longer as fine as it was, her fingers more clawed, less responsive.

Brad was terrified yet aroused. At first he had been reluctant to fight, unwilling to hurt a woman, but then he had been paralysed by terror and suprise as it became apparent that even if he had wanted to, he simply couldn't overpower this woman physically. She had him pinned beneath her, and the pain in his neck occupied him. He felt light-headed, his wits scattered, his vision blurred. His grasp on the immediate past was becoming foggy. He needed to get away, something was wrong... What was going on? He was bleeding.

He clamped his neck with a hand.  Wait, Amber was on top of him. She looked different somehow. He was naked, and she was undressing. What on earth was she thinking. Wait, Why was his hand against his neck? He was bleeding. He struggled to focus.

Amber tugged in frustration and embarrassment at her bra, eventually snapping it, revealing her breasts and darkened nipples. Fur was starting to form around her neck and collar, but her breasts were still reassuringly human, though she noted with irritation they seemed to have shrunk a little, from a D-cup to a B. She groped at her breasts, a little annoyed at her transformation, and noting that dark spots had begun to sprout further down her belly. Additional breasts, she guessed, her anatomy becoming more canine the more she indulged in this furious heat.

She whipped her blonde hair back, feeling her body respond to her groping. Despite the changes, she was still ultra-sensitive, and she felt her vagina moistening eagerly.

Amber leaned down, still groping her soft, if leaner, boobs, biting into the hem of Brad's underpants, pulling them down, his manhood flopping free, proudly erect. He moaned. "Ah...what's...going on...what are you doing, Amber?" he said, his voice becoming slurred, as if he had been drugged.

Remembering her bite and fierce kiss, she supposed in a way he had been. Like the Hounds on that night, she realised, who had incapacitated her and the other girls with their musky breath before passing on the Curse.

The cursed girl curled her fingers around his cock, jerking him roughly. He winced, moaning with pain at the dry-friction, but seemed unable to resist more significantly. She ran her free hand along her wet slit, feeling the beads of feminine juice gathering there. Amber slipped a finger inside, feeling how thick and gooey her fluids had truly become, her sex engorged with primal need.

Brad writhed beneath her, his thoughts still confused. The dull throb in his neck faded. He was coming to tell her something. Something important. He brightened. He was going to tell her he loved her. He couldn't figure out why he was so disorientated. Seeing his girlfriend naked and playing with him he grinned, leaning back.

He was in safe hands right? He felt his strength and worry ebb away. He was relaxing, and felt something strange yet not entirely unpleasant rippling through him. He was enjoying her touch, but he also felt, on some level, that he was changing, somehow.

Gasping lightly, Amber used her own plentiful fluids to lubricate her fingers a little, continuing her hand-job of Brad with more skill and care. Though her mind pulsed with desire to consummate her heat, she resisted, determined to get the most out of her confused mate.

"Mmm...more...please.." Brad begged, apparently losing himself in the sensations as she had done. She smiled wickedly to herself at this, before opening her mouth, and sliding down his length, deep-throating him with ease. She'd had plenty of practice in the past, but it seemed whatever few inhibitions she'd had were gone. She took care not to damage his member with her fangs, as she began to bob up and down on his dick, tasting the salty musk of her own fluids mixed with his own pre-cum.

"You are mine, Brad. Your pleasure..."she gasped, breaking from her work for a moment. "And your pain." she squeezed his balls hard, watching him yelp and squirm, but unable to crawl away, unable to fight back. She felt exultant. Why had she resisted this curse, this gift? It made her feel strong, more able to get the things she wanted.

She resumed her work, letting her fangs brush against the head of his penis, reminding him of her power. "Sit still. Good boy." she continued to suck him, her long, sensitive tongue writhing along his length, making him shudder and groan with pleasure. She felt her own need, her sex practically dripping on to the carpet behind her.

Finally, just as she felt him about to squirt, she pulled away quickly, hearing him groan, leaving him on the very edge of orgasm and release. "No, you don't come yet. I want you inside of me." she smiled sweetly at him. "My mate. Mine."

Brad whimpered. This wasn't fair! He'd been so close! Whatever he'd been thinking or feeling before, all he wanted now was for this throbbing, this pain, in his member to go away, to be relieved. He looked at Amber pleadingly. "Ah...Amber...why...have you stopped?"

She simply smirked at him. After a minute of letting him twitch and writhe, he finally gave in to the surging lust that was creeping through him. He tried to sit up, to pull her closer, but she kept him pinned, straddling him with ease. "Beg for it. Like a good boy."

Brad groaned. "Please...Amber...I want you..." His dick throbbed painfully. His mind was a fog, thoughts clouded, his only concern satisfying the need before him. "I need to cum...please...put me inside of you!"

Amber couldn't believe how easy it was. More to the point, it was exactly what she'd always wanted. Her boyfriend at her mercy, people giving her what she wanted when she demanded it, none of the sweetness and effort she'd used before. And how she burned. It was time to take exactly what she wanted.

"You're weak. Did you beg for it from Natasha?" she sneered, even as she lowered herself onto his shaft, clasping her breast tightly as she felt him penetrate her, his shaft tapering, changing to be more canine-like even as her tight labia clamped around him. She sank lower, yipping a little herself, the overwhelming need within her sated just a little. Despite the pain, she slid up and down on him with mounting speed, pushing down on his chest now, her breasts wobbling as she fucked him.

He grunted with effort, his eyes bleary and full of pain, but she set the pace, not him, her tanned, golden-furred body writhing on top of him, her hips swaying and her tail wagging.

She rode him hard, rocking back and forth, her juices squelching wetly as she rose and fell, pistoning into him, barking with pleasure. "Arf! Ah! Ah!" she yelled, her claws raking lightly at his own mildly hairy chest.

She felt her canine-ears twitching, her tongue lolling as she panted for breath. She had never felt so good, so complete. So powerful. She wasn't just any bitch, she was the alpha bitch. This runt would defer to her!

"Please..ah..Amber...I'm going to..." he moaned, long and powerful, as he erupted inside of her, plastering her insides with wet cum. She had ridden him bareback, and she loved it, loved the idea of taking his seed inside of her, being fat with pups that she had taken from him.

She flushed a litle at the intensity of the thoughts. But still she wasn't sated. She noted that her mate was also becoming hairier. Still she ached. Sliding off of him reluctantly, she felt some of his thick cum oozing from her like syrup. She lay beside him, snuggling to him tightly, her arms wrapped around him.

"You are mine, Brad. Always mine. I love you." she whispered.

"Amber...Amber, whats going on, why are you like this? Oh my god, what happened to my dick?" he said in surprise, trying to recover his wits. She grinned, running her hands down his very slick, sleek, more canine cock. As she jerked him again, he groaned, becoming erect again, a knot swelling at the base of his member.

Brad felt his thoughts scatter again. He was hers. Any time she tugged on him, or reminded him of her sexuality, he found it harder and harder to think rationally. He loved her. He wanted to mate with her. Wait, mate? Where did that thought come from? He tried to clear his head, but he could smell her musk, the rich scent of her dripping sex, and it made him groan with feral lust.

"You're becoming my mate, Brad. My good boy." she said. "I'm going to fuck you until I'm raw, and then I'm going to go teach that bitch Tasha a lesson."

"Amber..."

"Sssh." she placed a clawed finger to his lips, silencing him, before kissing him deeply, her long tongue writhing deep with him.

Feeling his mind grow muzzy again, he reached up, stroking gently at her long blonde hair, remembering their earlier times together, feeling reassured. He was with Amber. She'd always been good to him. He would be a good boy for her. He scarcely remembered why he had come here in the first place, or what was happening.

She arched her back, rising to mount him once more, yelping happily as she felt his knot slam home. It was going to take a while, she knew. She had a week of pent-up frustration to work off....

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Sara smiled at the boy opposite her, now sat together on her couch. Her ears were covered by a baseball cap, and she was still wearing fairly modest clothing. Her heart thundered. She felt such a deep, powerful yearning, yet also a fear. How would Carey react, if he saw her? If he...knew the truth?

"Your coffee's not bad." Carey said, lamely, making conversation. He was about average height, dark hair, dark eyes, lightly tanned skin. Like Sara herself, he didn't really sound out much. They had both been suprised when Sara had worked up the courage to ask him out. Now they were sat in her apartment, the lights dim, their first date having gone reasonably well, though Sara had devoured her steak messily, her feral hunger building.

She looked at Carey again, blushing, feeling the ache in her loins. She wanted him, needed him. She didn't want to be lonely like this. Already she could feel parts of her fading, yet she wasn't afraid. She was changing, but towards something she wanted, she knew. She thought of her friends, also with this curse. She shook her head. She wasn't going to interfere. It would be too tempting to try to convince them to come along with her, for she wanted her friends with her, but she wasn't going to force them. When the Full Moon came, and she let herself howl, she would let them choose if they wanted to heed the Wild Hound's Call. If they did not come, she would be sad, but she would respect their choice.

Assuming they could choose, could resist, could stay human. For Sara, her choice was already made.

"You're better than any coffee." she blurted, and then turned crimson, realising what she'd said aloud. He looked bashful. "I'm sorry-"

"No, don't be sorry. It's just...I never thought a girl as cute as you would ask me out." Carey replied, smiling, leaning closer. "Wow...you have a strong perfume..." he said, wrinkling his nose.
"Ah...sorry." She apologised again. She wasn't wearing perfume. Could he smell her animal musk already?
"No...it's...kinda hot, actually." he said, leaning in. "You're shy like me but...I can tell you have real passion in your eyes."

She looked into his eyes, and he into hers. She felt the call within her. She couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she leapt forward first, kissing him, locking her lips firmly around his, her tongue delving deep.

He gasped, but she held tight, exploring him, tasting him, her saliva mingling with his. For a minute she breathlessly snogged him, before disengaging. He held his head while he wheezed, a little dizzy from so long and intense a kiss. "Wow...you really are...pretty hot, you know that?" he said, looking at her, his eyes a little foggy.

She smiled, revealing canine fangs. He didn't flinch, apparently not noticing, or not caring. "Can we...do it more?" he asked. "Man, I'm sorry..." he apologised now, red-faced. He really was adorable, she thought. He would make a fine pack-mate.

She began unbuttoning his shirt, pushing him back against the sofa, giving him many lingering kisses, passionate and breathless, nipping his neck playfully, claiming him as hers. He didn't resist, and she felt his warm skin under her hands as she caressed him, felt his lean, swimmer's body. He'd make a sleek runner, she thought. A fine coat of fur will grow, once we have mated.

She began to impatiently undo his belt buckle, and he looked at her in suprise. "Ah shit, I forgot my condoms-"
"No need." she said impatiently. "I'm...I'm fine." she mumbled, not quite willing to lie. The truth was, she wanted to feel his seed in her, to feel him erupt deep within her pussy, and fill her womb with pups. She wanted to give this male a litter, and be complete.

She straddled him as she pulled his pants down, exposing his boxers, and a very prominent tent in them. He seemed quite embarrassed and nervous.
"Don't be scared, Carey. I don't mind that you're a virgin." she said truthfully. In a way, it gladdened her heart further, to know that no other bitch had beaten her to this fine young male.

He spluttered, trying to protest her words. "I'm not a virg-" he began, and then groaned as her hands caressed his shaft through his boxers. "Wow...that...felt good..." he mumbled, surprised. "Ah, everything seems so...fuzzy?" he looked around puzzled, his head spinning. The Curse was starting to take effect.

She kissed him again, to distract him. "It'll feel alot better soon, I promise."

As she pulled his cock out of his boxers, he gasped a little, her hands smoothly and expertly caressing his virgin member. He seemed close to erupting already, so she bit him, hard, on the neck, drawing blood. "Aaah! Not so rough!" he moaned, and she poked him hard in the chest. "I don't want you to cum before I'm done." She pointed out. "Trust me, it's going to be fun." she said more soothingly.

He grumbled, but his strength seemed to be sapping out of him, his mind cloudy. He lay back, and she began to work him. She took her cap off, feeling herself sweating, and in the dim light Carey thought he caught sight of...pointed ears? She nipped him again, and he moaned, as her hand continued to stroke him, making him rock-hard.

Finally, she leaned back, and, her face red, she began to unzip her sweater, revealing her hairy arms. She unbuttoned her shirt, watching him watch her, and she felt intensely nervous. "Please don't freak out." she whispered, uncertain if he could hear her.
"You look amazing." he said, as she revealed her somewhat hairy frame. She wasn't completely fur-covered, but she was far more hirsute than was normal for young women.  He didn't seem to mind. "Let me see it all." he asked, and she reluctantly stripped her shirt and her thick purple bra, revealing her modest breasts and dark nipples.

"You are beautiful." he breathed, his eyes enraptured by her body, even if it was covered in fine hair.  She felt reassured by his words, and, feeling the deep lust rising within her again, she again fell on him. She was so wet, it hurt. She now pulled her own pants down with eagerness, exposing her damp, soaked panties. He whistled appreciatively, and she blushed again, before throwing her soaked panties at him.

Maybe the curse was more advanced in him than it seemed, or maybe it was just his fetish, but he caught her wet panties, and, pressing it against his nose, took a long, deep sniff, immersing himself in her raw, canine scent. She smelt of horniness, of need. It made him groan with delight. He wanted to fuck this girl, to mount her. Strange, animalistic images filled his mind, of running through woods, of hunting and of rutting, of being a fine pack-mate to this horny bitch.

Similar thoughts and feelings now filled Sara's heart and mind, and, naked before her boyfriend, she mounted him, unhesitatingly sliding herself down his solid prick. She exhaled roughly, the sharp pain of such sudden, powerful entry temporarily overwhelming her senses. But she was so wet, so eager, that it wasn't as rough as she had feared it might be. She moaned eagerly, rocking back and forth on his slick cock, and soon he was grunting along with her, his hands eagerly reaching up to grab her breasts, to feel her soft orbs.

She began to yip excitedly, barking with pleasure. "Ah...tell me...tell me I'm your bitch..." she begged, her breathing ragged, as she felt him pistoning into her, her hips bucking and swaying as drove himself deeper into her wet cunt.

"Hngh...you're...my...horny bitch Sara. The best. Total...slut for me..." he grunted eagerly, embracing her, not noticing her changes or his own, engrossed in the feelings, so wonderful and alien to him. He felt his cock burning, tight and painful, yet it was an intense pleasure. He wanted to fuck her until he felt himself burst.

"Ah...ah...arf...arf..." she yipped happily, her more paw-like hands massaging his chest as she felt him knead and grip hers. He groaned, her cunny like a tight vice, wet, sopping, yet enveloping him completely. He felt her milking him with her lower mouth, her nether-lips squeezing his cock, feeling his cock bulging, locking them tightly together.

He barked himself, a long, half-human, half-animal grunt, as he felt the pressure exploded within him. He shot his seed, pumping deep into her, and she howled happily, sounding more and more canine, her ears twitching, fur starting to grow from her limbs. He didn't care, in fact, though he had never told her or anyone this, he had always masturbated to furry girls online.

It was like he was dreaming. He was sure he was dreaming. A cute girl had asked him out, brought him back to her place, and was now becoming a cute anthro dog-girl before his very eyes. He could scarcely believe it. She looked at him, and, seeing the love in his eyes, she smiled, her fangs now clearly unmistakable, a muzzle starting to form from her face.

She licked him softly. "I love you Carey. You fill me up, yes?" she said, finding it harder to talk as her face shifted, and her thoughts and higher functions becoming cloudier and more fuzzy.

He nodded, feeling trickles of his own seed running down his cock from her tight cunny. Yet, amazingly, he felt himself growing harder again. She writhed a little against him, but it seemed she couldn't break away. Somehow, they had become locked together- no, his cock was still bulging, a knot forming at the base.

He didn't care. He wanted to fuck her, and fuck her, and keep going till he passed out. He growled, more confident now, his shyness dissipating. She shivered, gasping as he squeezed her breasts more roughly, barely noticing how they had shrunk a little into her chest, though still as sensitive as ever.

"My horny bitch. I want to fill you until you overflow." he growled, and she moaned happily.

Sara shuddered in his grip, feeling her tail emerging now, wagging happily. She could sense that she was no longer alone. The pack was growing. The Call would come, and her new, more happy life would begin beyond the Hedge.

For now, she was content to lose herself in the intense sensations, the feeling of being filled, of feeling his warm seed bulge her, her pussy quivering and vibrating with orgasm after orgasm, long into the night...

The Full Moon was coming, she knew. And she'd be more than ready to make her choice when it came.