A female weredog is unable to resist her heat and changes in front of her boyfriend for the first time
I typically only post one story a month, but the four I’m posting now are very short little things (like last month) so I’m dropping them all at the same time. Enjoy!
Blackout curtains kept the room in utter darkness while dampening the sound of passing cars splashing through the rain.
Gina found herself suddenly awake. She lay for a moment, staring at the ceiling before closing her eyes and nuzzling back into her pillow.
The slow, even breaths of her boyfriend next to her helped to relax her as she tried to let herself settle back into sleep.
With a huff, she turned from her back to her side, facing her boyfriend. She watched him, her light-adjusted eyes tracing from cheeks and up to his ears. Reaching out, she touched him briefly, just wanting to be next to him. Just wanting to touch him.
He smelled good.
The urge to press herself into him filled her but she resisted it, knowing how light of a sleeper he could be. She whined as she denied herself the pleasure of being next to her mate and feeling his touch but her hip wagged briefly just at the idea of being next to him.
“Oh,” she whispered, her eyes flying open as she realized what was happening. “Oh no. No, no, no.”
It’s not the time for it, she told herself, starting to sit up but then freezing with a whimper as she stared at her ma- at her boyfriend. No, there’s always a warning ahead of time. I always know when it’s going to happen!
She groaned, rolling her shoulders as the first few strands of her fur dragged against her pajamas. She grinded her teeth together as she felt the hairs growing.
Why is it always the shoulder blades first? she asked herself, pressing her face into her pillow as she felt the pleasurable torture of her fur beginning to grow.
I have to go, she told herself. I can write him a note or text him or I could- I could- I-
Her mind began to grow fuzzy. She bit at her pillow, sinking her teeth into the memory foam padding as a sharp spike of need pierced her core.
“Oh god,” she whispered, shivering as she licked her pillow where she bit it. She couldn’t stop herself from doing it and her tongue lengthened with each stroke until the tip widened and her drool dripped from her mouth.
Gina whimpered again as she pulled herself into a fetal position with her fists against her stomach. She felt her nails dig into her sides as static roared in her ears.
She’d never gone into heat with anyone else around. Ever. She’d always locked herself in her room until it passed.
The smell of her arousal hit her suddenly sensitive nose before she felt it soak through her panties and pajamas. Muscles relaxed deep within her body and blood rushed between her thighs. She clawed at her bed and her nails dug into the sheet as they folded and curled away from her fingers.
On her side, with her legs pressed together, she could feel the labia change. They bulged, pressing against her soft thighs as the blood-filled lips hardened and began to protrude away from her body.
Gina bit her pillow again, shaking it gently between her teeth as her lips pressed together to form her new, dog-like, soaking, hungry, needy, aching pussy. She groaned into the pillow as fur emerged from her thighs, the hairs scratching against her sex and driving her wild.
She pushed herself up gently, her ears twitching to listen for her boyfriend’s breathing. Now that she was changing, she cursed her need to sleep against the wall – making her escape more difficult. She turned to her hands and knees in order to-
Her sudden sneeze startled her and she growled quietly to show four cute little fangs. Pain flared in her nose and she could hear the small ‘cricks’ of her jaw beginning to change.
Sweat dripped from her brow as her nipples brushed her pajama top. She pressed herself back, shoving her pussy against the heel of her foot. It was getting harder to concentrate. Harder to-
Her boyfriend lay on his back with the blanket half-covering his waist. Gina licked her lips and her lengthening ears flicked back as she carefully reached out her clawed hands. Black fur lined the dark skin of her arm as she carefully grabbed his pajamas and pulled them down.
“I shouldn’t,” she whispered to herself as she rocked back against her heel.
She leaned forward, running her wide tongue over his small, limp cock.
“Wha-” her boyfriend said sleepily. “Babe?”
Gina moved away as he reached for her, instead grabbing the base of his growing cock while her tongue curved to wrap around his expanding girth.
“Shit, babe,” her boyfriend groaned. “That feels amazing.”
Her jaw clicked as she kissed the head of his cock. She pressed her lips together and then carefully licked the pre-cum dotting the tip.
The dull, throbbing pain in her nose barely distracted her as her heat-fueled lust drove her forward. She pulled his cock straight and pushed her face down, pausing half-way to relax her throat and then pushing further. She almost bottomed out and whined when she couldn’t.
Slowly, her jaw began to slide down her boyfriend’s cock. The subdermal screech of her lengthening bones filled her ears. The bottom of her nose pulled forward as her muzzle began to grow. It was impossible to ignore the pain so she held herself steady with her eyes closed until the pain passed.
“Jesus, that’s cold!” her boyfriend said, his hips jumping slightly as her nose pressed against his skin.
Pure black coloring pebbled the edge of her extended nose. It spread in starts and jumps, converting the natural caramel coloring as it expanded.
Gina huffed, pleased that she could take all of him. She pulled back and then worked her head in small circles as she began to bob up and down, faster and faster.
“Teeth, babe, teeth!” her boyfriend said loudly.
With a whine, Gina opened her jaw, wrapping her tongue around him to soothe his pain. Coal-black hairs emerged from her cheeks.
As much as she wanted to pleasure her master, her own needs screamed through her body. She pulled off of him and the stub of her tail wagged as she crawled on her knees, lowering her body to rub her pussy against his hard, hot cock.
The girl wasted no time in raising her hips and grabbing him beneath her to position him against her pussy. It was the first time she’d been fucked when she’d changed and she knew she’d wanted nothing more in life.
Her boyfriend’s hands massaged her breasts and she moaned as his fingers dug into the dense fur beginning to cover her body.
“Is that- what is-” her boyfriend said. He pulled away just before she could push herself down onto his cock. “Babe, what the fuck?!”
The bedside lamp clicked on and Gina hid her eyes away. She whimpered, rolling into the side of the bed and curling into a ball.
“Sorry,” she squeaked, trembling at the mistake she’d made. He was mad. She was sure he was mad. She’d done something wrong. She was bad. How could she be so bad?
“What is- how- what-” he stuttered, staring at her body. Patches of black fur covered her body and her short tail was curled down between her legs. She hid her face away from him.
“Is that you?” he asked, touching her shoulder.
“Yes,” she squeaked again. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“What- have you-” he paused, took a deep breath and tried again. “What happened?”
“Changed,” she said, trying to borrow deeper into the corner and away from him. “Bad. I’m bad. Sorry.”
“You’re not bad,” he told her. “Why are you talking like that?”
“Sorry,” she whimpered before whining. Her body trembled and her teeth tore at her pillow. “Hot. So hot.”
“Babe, you’re- I can see fur growing on you,” he told her.
“Dog,” she told him, peeking at him from the corner of her eyes. “Your girl. I’m your girl. Your bad girl. Sorry.”
“How did you get like this? I have so many questions.”
“Can’t remember,” she told him, shaking her head to chase away the burning fuzz that filled her. “So hot, Tony. Hot.”
“What do you mean, hot?” he asked.
She turned to her back and her tail pulled away to show her swollen pussy. She touched it carefully, squirming as her fingers dipped between the tight lips. As quickly as she could, she licked her fingers and her tail curled back.
“Holy shit,” Tony said quietly.
“Please?” Gina asked.
“I don’t- I don’t know if I can,” Tony said. “This is- this is too much.”
Gina whined and her ears lay flat as she shook in bed.
“Bad,” she said quietly.
“Will you, uhh, change back?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered. “Morning.”
“Okay,” he told her. He reached an arm out to touch her shoulder but couldn’t help stroking her fur. She pushed back against him with a sigh. “I could- maybe we could cuddle? And then talk in the morning? I think I’m okay with that.”
“Yes!” she said happily as her tail thumped the bed. “Yes! Cuddles, yes!”
Tony reached over to turn off the lamp before laying against his girlfriend. She pushed herself hard against him and sighed as he reached over to hold her breast, as he always did when they cuddled stomach-to-back.
“You’re so soft,” he told her. His hand rubbed her fur as his fingers brushed her nipples.
“Yes,” Gina sighed, pushing even harder.
She could feel his cock. Could feel how hard he still was. She couldn’t help herself as she lifted her tail and rubbed her furred ass back against him. By reflex, he pushed against her and the head of his cock slid against her pussy.
“Hey, don’t,” Tony told her quietly.
Gina whimpered and held still but soon couldn’t help herself from rocking back again. She reached down, gently touching the head of his dick to push it against her pussy lips.
“Gina, I said no,” he said. “We’ll have to stop cu- ohhh.”
She pushed and the head of his cock slipped inside of her as her tail slammed against the bed.
“Oh shit,” he whispered. “You’re- you’re incredibly tight. I mean, you’re not not tight when you’re- when you- when you’re human but, shit. Holy shit.”
She moaned as she pushed back and he filled her. Reaching behind herself, she held his back and rolled until she was on her belly.
“Mount me,” she told him. “Mount me.”
“I- shit,” he said in defeat, unable to stop himself from thrusting into her.
As he leaned back, she grabbed him, pulling him down so his chest was against her back.
“Stay,” she begged him. “Stay.”
Bones crunched within her pussy as it began to raise, switching to a more advantageous position for a bitch in heat. She raised her hips and dug her feet into the bed as needles dug into her toes and the soles of her feet. The immense pleasure of finally being fucked while changed allowed her to ignore the pain from her changing feet.
Tony went to his hands and feet above her. He pulled out and she whimpered, sure he was going to pull completely free until she pushed into her gently again.
“Is that okay?” he asked, his breath tickling her long ears. They flicked in response.
“More,” she urged him.
“This is so w- uhh, different,” he told her. “I must be out of my mind. But, damn. Damn.”
She gripped the entire length of him, squeezing him almost painfully as she filled her. He pulled back and her lips bulged around him. As he pushed him, his bare skin slammed against her fur and she barked, reaching back for his neck to hold him in place.
Tony rocked his hips as he fucked her. The new position of her pussy as well as being mounted like a bitch drove her crazy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whined, licking his cheek and nose and face when he got close enough.
She could feel herself getting close. Could feel her orgasm looming as her forming teats brushed the blanket and began to push her over the edge.
When she came, she screamed, her ears flat and her head back. The sound trembled and warbled into a full howl as her tail wrapped around her boyfriend’s waist. She clenched tight against him and he swelled deep within, filling her aching womb with his cum.
“I can’t move,” he groaned as her pussy coiled around his cock. It pulsed within her as he emptied herself.
“Down,” she gasped. “Lie down. On me.”
He collapsed on top of her.
“Still,” she told him as she panted. “Still hot. Still hot, Tony.”
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Give me a bit. Just a bit.”
“Please,” she whined, pushing her ass against him.
“It takes a- oh,” he said in surprise as he felt himself start to grow hard again. “Well. Fuck me. Look at that.”
—
They sat quietly over coffee, Gina rolling her cup between her hands while staring at the table. Her cheeks fairly glowed.
“Do you remember it?” he asked.
“S-some,” she said shyly. “Just flashes of things. Mostly how it is. Umm, how good it was.”
“Yeah,” Tony said.
“I’m so sorry,” she blurted out, looking up. “Normally there’s signs way ahead of time but there wasn’t this time and I was going to leave before it got too far and-“
“Babe, babe,” Tony told her, raising his hands. “Hey, calm down, it’s fine. It’s, uhh, more than fine. I don’t know if you remember but I came three times last night. Three times. You wanted more but, still. That’s a record.”
“But I’m not even human!” she whined, covering her mouth at the dog-like sound. “Not anymore.”
“Wait, shit,” he said. “Is it like a disease? Like an STD?”
“I don’t- I don’t think so,” she told him.
“Oh thank god,” he said. “Because, babe, I’m fine. This is fine, trust me. We’ll work through this. I still love you.”
Rather than answer, Gina got up and went to him. They hugged as tears rolled down Gina’s face.
—
The small, private bathroom was empty as Tony stood before the toilet.
He sighed and woke his phone.
With a touch of a button, he pulled up his photo gallery and picked an image.
In the dark photo, Gina was on her hands and knees with her legs spread and her bushy tail arching over her back. Tony’s hand held her left ass cheek, spreading it open to show her strange pussy.
He’d held his phone back and to his right to get a picture of his cock inside of her.
His dick was incredibly hard in his hands as he stared at her in the picture. The memory clung to him as he stroked himself and flicked through the pictures he’d taken.
Just before he finished, he got a text from Gina: First signs, it will happen soon, I’m sorry.
He stopped himself from cumming and smiled, zipping himself up before answering: Don’t be. I’ll be right there. Wait for me. Be a good girl and wait for me. But send me a picture first.
He waited in the bathroom until his phone dinged again. Gina lay on her back, looking away from the camera. Her mouth was open and her tongue hung down below her chin.
A text followed the picture: It’s embarrassing.
He started to answer but another text followed and he grinned widely as he read it.
But call me a good girl again. Please.