{"id":713,"date":"2019-03-15T15:51:31","date_gmt":"2019-03-15T22:51:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=713"},"modified":"2019-03-15T15:51:39","modified_gmt":"2019-03-15T22:51:39","slug":"leashed-ch-02-patreon-story-dog-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=713","title":{"rendered":"Leashed Ch. 02 [Patreon, Story, Dog Girl]"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Amber investigates her changes, unable to resist the heat building within<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

You can find my page at: https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/markgraham<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

My whole body is alive and begging for attention and I’ve never felt anything like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the bed with my\nblanket around my ankles, ass raised in the air, head buried in my pillow and\nall I can think about is the ache within. \nMy chest is hot.  I feel my\nheartbeat in the pit of my stomach, my cheeks and ears are on fire and my teeth\nitch and I can’t stop rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth because of\nthe way it sends jolts of spiky electricity down my stomach to my pussy and OH\nGOD I’m so fucking wet I can feel my muscles inside, slippery and empty and the\nstatic buzzing in my ears enough to drive me mad-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I clench the\nbedsheets, my little claws tearing into them and the mattress below.  Shivering. \nPressing my ass back with my legs spread.  Mouth open and my tongue hot and wet against\nmy chin.  Shaking from it.  Nipples dragging against the bed.  All of them. \nFuck.  Leaning my chest down and\nsliding forward to feel it against my little lower nipples like a lover’s hands\nagainst my body.  Above me, his chest on\nmy back and his cock inside of me, pushing, opening me, telling me I’m his\ndirty little slut.  Grabbing my hair hard<\/em><\/strong>\nand shoving my face into the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Growling, I shove my\nhand back and then bite at the pillow when a claw scrapes my clit.  The soft, thick bump on the bottom of my\nfinger presses against my sex and I moan, raising my head.  In my mind’s eye, my lover pulls my head\nback, kneeling behind me.  Slapping my\nass hard enough to make me bark in pain and pleasure and he leans forward to my\nears, telling me I’m a bad girl for barking so loudly.  Bad\ngirl.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m\nsorry,” I whisper and the image evaporates into nothingness, leaving only\nthe undeniable heat and the throbbing, pounding need between my legs.  “No, don’t go!  I-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jaw clenched, canine\nteeth grinding together, pussy dripping, tangling in the tan patch of fur on the\ninside of my thigh and my finger isn’t enough. \nNot claw-tipped like I am without the time and patience to figure it\nout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The nightstand!  Fumbling, I grab the top drawer and pull too\nhard, yanking the entire thing out.  A\nlarge flesh-colored dildo filled most of the draw alongside condoms and tissues\nand wet wipes.  It has veins and balls\nand a suction cup and I feel the drool in my mouth just staring at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claws (my claws!)\npierce the smooth silicone ‘flesh’ of the dildo.  My nostrils flare, straining to catch my\nscent and I lick my lips.  Panting.  Like a bitch. \nMy hard stomach flexes and I watch as I press the tip against my pussy.  I’m soaked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before- before all of\nthis, I had a beautiful pussy.  Soft pink\nlips that barely stood out.  Cute little\nclit hiding just behind its hood.  It was\nnearly unrecognizable now.  I was open\nbelow, a hint of pink behind the black, swollen lips between my thighs.  They fold together toward the center and\nbulge down to a thick point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I push the head of\nthe dildo against my aching lips and they part wetly.   My tight new sex grips the toy greedily and\nI could feel<\/em><\/strong> each fake vein sliding inside of me.  It seemed unreal to watch it, as if happening\nto someone else.  Years of knowing my own\nbody intimately and now I watch the pink dildo sliding through my<\/em><\/strong>\nblack pussy lips.  Not my cute little\npink pussy, no.  But swollen, pushed away\nfrom my body and glistening wetly from my excitement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh fuck,”\nI moan, my eyes fluttering in my head. \nDespite how incredibly wet I was, I had to force it inside.  His voice whispered in my mind and I\nwhimpered because I couldn’t hear the words. \nStill, even wordless, it was frustrating and calming and sexy all at the\nsame time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Spank me,”\nI beg, falling backward on the bed. \nBlood rushed to my cheeks at the thought of his hand against me.  Strong and firm and hard against my ass, a\nsudden sharp pain I could feel in my teeth and thighs.  My tiny tail wiggles in sympathy and I feel\nthe muscles moving in my lower back. \nTaboo thoughts I’d kept hidden from past lovers after being shamed when\nI was younger.  His voice was a question\nin my mind and I sighed.  “P-\nplease.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wrinkled texture\nof the dildo’s balls press against my distended pussy.  I push harder, working it up and down and enjoying\nthe alien sensation of it. Of something teasing my velvety onyx lips.  I pull and the cock slides out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My free hand reaches\nout and I grip the edge of the headboard, claws sinking into the cheap\nwood.  Anchoring me.  Raising my furred hips for better access.\nPushing back in.  Growling in frustration\nwhen I jerk it out as my muscles clench against it.  Subconsciously trying to keep it inside.  Shoving it back in.  His hand on my wrist, holding it above my\nhead like it was now.  Tying my hands in\nplace  (shoving it back in, the balls\nslapping against my pussy) pulling against the knot until he tells me (out and\nin again, feeling myself open wider to try to take the balls as well) to be\ngood (out and hard<\/em><\/strong> back again because I didn’t listen) and-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Snarling, twisting,\npanting, claws scraping slivers of wood from the creaking headboard, I cum and\nmy tightness forces the dildo out with a wet pop.  The smell of wet fur and sex fills the room\nwhile I spasm, turning to my side to pull my knees to my chest.  Silky fur on my thighs against my\nbreasts.  An aftershock.  Electricity along my spine and I kick my leg\nout and growl low and happy, running soft paws along my hard, furred body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t remember\nfalling asleep but I wake, naked and groggy on my bed.  It feels late despite the bright overhead\nlight and muted glow through my curtains so I reach for the nightstand where I\nnormally keep my phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And freeze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It all comes back to\nme in a rush as I stare at the fur on the back of my hand and the dark nails\ncurving from the tips of my fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My back feels cool\nand itchy.  I look down, eyes widening at\nthe nipples and rings on my belly and down to the thick fur lining my\nback.  It’s stopped short of my sides but\ncovers my lower belly and legs and oh my god I remember the heat and\nmasturbating furiously.  A high pitched\nwhine escapes my lips at the thought of it. \nEven now, I feel the edges of it down my spine and in the back of my\nhead.  The empty, throbbing ache.  I can feel<\/em><\/strong> my pussy against the bedsheets\nwhen I sit up and I slide against the soft fabric because of the silky fur\ncovering my butt.  And, oh Jesus Christ,\nI can feel my freakin’ tail wagging back there!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, I’m no longer\nsleepy, that’s for sure.  My heart’s\nracing while I think back to- the box! \nThe damn nipple piercings from the box! \nIt takes me a second of looking to find it on the floor by the bed.  A few rings and studs glitter in the light\nbut I ignore them in favor of the small note that came with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The text is hand\nwritten in a blocky text.  I bring it to\nmy nose for a sniff and then growl. \nNothing.  And no secret messages\nor words hidden anywhere on it.  Just\nthat the piercings would “fit” me. \nFrom a secret admirer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, you stupid\ngirl,” I say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I changed after\nputting them on then I just need to take them off, right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I reach for the\nlowest piercing on my teats.  It’s almost\nhidden behind chocolate colored fur but the piercing is silver and easy to spot.  My claws clink against the metal so I frown,\nlips bulging slightly over my canines.  I\nreach carefully to hold the piercing with clawed, padded hands and-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“God,” I\ngasp.  My clumsy fingers accidentally\ntwist the piercing and it pulls at the nipple. \nA line of pleasurable electricity lights like an old neon light straight\nfrom my nipple to my sex.  I squirm and\nfeel a low, pulsing ache awaken within my core. \nLicking my lips and nose, I hold a teat in each hand and twist.  My hips jerk back, rubbing my swollen pussy\nagainst the bed and I’m suddenly wet.  My\ntongue hangs from my mouth when I lean forward, digging my toes in the carpet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s incredible.  My nerve centers apparently do <\/em><\/strong>go\nto 11.  I lap at my padded finger and\nthumb eagerly and then gently roll a different little nipple between them.  Rather than the rough texture I’d expect, the\npadding is soft like brand new leather and it feels like my nipple is being\npampered with soft gloves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hackles rise on the\nback of my neck.  I almost hear a voice behind\nme but it doesn’t scare me.  It feels\nnice?  Something?  Looking around for the source of it, the\nspilled jewelry catches my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shouldn’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I really shouldn’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Who’s\nthere?” I say, glancing around.  I swear<\/em><\/strong>\nI heard it again.  Tiny muscles deep\nwithin my ears twitch as they try to locate the sound.  It was warm and encouraging and male and it\nmakes the ache deepen for just a moment. \nI know I have to be imagining it but it’s a powerful feeling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wants me to try on\nmore jewelry and it’s a powerful compulsion. \nI’m moving automatically, off the bed and crouched before I realize what\nI’m doing.  Down low with my knees wide,\nmy pussy opens.  The smell of my sex hits\nme and the steady ache begins to throb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to touch\nmyself. To drag my claws along my sides until I’m begging for him to take\nme.  To make me sit and wait for him\nto-  I blush and kneel, paws on my\nthighs, back straight.  At\nattention.  The voice.  I remember it now.  From when I masturbated.  It slips through my memory when I try to\nfocus on it but I’ve placed it now.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A large ring lays\nnear my knee.  I bare my teeth at it and\nwrinkle my nose.  What would it feel\nlike?  Would it change me more? It\ndoesn’t hurt.  No.  It sure the hell doesn’t hurt<\/em><\/strong>.  I’ve never been this sensitive in my life and\nthat orgasm was incredible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Careful of my claws,\nI pick the ring up.  My heart is\nracing.  It’s a- a torc, I think the word\nis.  A miniature torc of twisted silver\nchain links.  A toe ring, I\u2019m sure.  I sit back with my knees up, holding it up to\nthe big toe on my left foot.  It could\nfit.  It could easily fit my toe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s there.  He’s there. \nI close my eyes and raise my head with a tilt but when I open, there’s\nnothing and I’m left feeling empty.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before I can change\nmy mind, I slip the ring over my big toe and wait, holding my breath.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m almost\ndisappointed.  Aside from the warmth in\nmy stomach and chest, nothing has changed. \nWell, now I just feel dumb.  But,\nthe ring is surprisingly pretty.  I have\npiercings but never tried toe rings.  I\nlike the way the feels on my foot, cool and shiny and against my skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pawing through the\nother jewelry, I find two smaller toe rings. \nAll metal this time with swooping lines inscribed on the outside and\ninside of the band.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n


\nWhy should I stop now?  Spreading the\ntoes on my left foot, I pick the one next to the pinky toe and tug it on.  Still nothing.  I huff out a sigh and then slip the third\nring over the long toe on my right foot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s immediate and I\ngasp and grind my teeth, grabbing my foot and then yelping when my claws bite\ninto the skin.  A cold sweat flushes down\nmy body, chased by a wave of heat.  It\npools into the bottom of my foot and I can see small brown hairs sprouting from\nthe backs of my toes.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I massage my sole\ncarefully, groaning as the soft padding on my hand presses into the arch and\nball of my foot.  Holding my ankle, I rub\nthe entire palm of my hand from heel to toes over and over.  It feels incredibly sensitive, dancing on the\nknife edge of ticklish and pleasurable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Releasing my ankle, I\ndig booth feet into the shaggy bedroom carpet, sliding them around while\nflexing my toes.  Light brown fur is\ngrowing from the top of my feet.  I can\nfeel the hairs pressing together as they push forth from my skin.  As fascinating as that is, it pales to the\nsensations of the long strands of my shaggy carpet flowing around every inch of\nmy soft, pink feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fur spreading on\nmy foot tangles with the thick threads, dragging at them.  Adding to the sensuality of the\nmovement.  I turn my foot and spread my\ntoes to try and get every little bit of contact I can.  I barely even notice that I’m rocking my hips\nback and forth with my chest pushed out. \nI point my furred toes into the carpet, digging and then arching them\nback before sliding my foot back again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One hand claws at my\nleg lightly, closer and closer to my sex while the other massages my\nbreast.  Squeezing and pressing and\nflicking the chain on the nipple ring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can’t stop running\nmy tongue along my teeth and the roof of my mouth and I feel an undeniable urge\nrising in me.  Tempting me.  I grab my foot with a quiet growl and lick\nalong the soft, pink skin along my sole. \nMy wide, long tongue is rough and sends pleasurable chills along my\nspine and furth down.  Deep between my\nthighs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Again and again I lap\nthe skin until my tongue drags along the ball of my foot.  I huff and pull back.  There’s a broad patch of dark pink skin\ncovering the ball of my foot.  More\nlavender colored spots form beneath my toes. \nThe skin distends on my sole and toes, pink fading to grey and then to a\ndusky coal color that absorbs the light. \nI whine and lick at the padding while my ears try to twitch back.  The bumps are smooth on my tongue but I can\nfeel how solid it’s becoming beneath them. \nIt’s weird and I growl and bite at the skin for a second before licking\nthem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My tongue slips\nbetween my toes, wet and hot against the delicate webbing.  I whine, hold my foot and spread my toes\nwider, shoving my tongue in the soft, clean gaps while swirling and sucking on\neach of them.  The contrast of pad and skin\nand fur is intoxicating.  There’s static\nat the back of my head again and my face feels flushed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something moves\nbeneath my toes so I pull my foot from my mouth, lashing at it with my tongue\nto clean the excess spit.  I have to\nforce myself to suck my tongue back into my mouth.  It’s just too large and feels weird to keep\nit inside.  I can’t stop drooling when I\ndo it but I try to remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first joint of my\ntoes shifts and moves and the tips swell. \nMy pink toenails fold into points and I feel something connect to them\nbeneath the skin.  They thrust forward\nand I see the clear parts of the nail darken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I flexed my clawed,\nfurred new paws in my hands and feel nothing short of amazement tinged with\nexcitement and a slow burning pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My fur is still\ngrowing but, just below the knee I see it darken and black fur begin to mix in,\nflowing up to match the fur on my thighs. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I run my hand through\nmy new fur.  No.  I stroke<\/em>\nmyself, padded hands gliding through sleek, short fur.  I watch the fur shift on my thigh and calves\nin tiny waves just as little cramps wrack my body.  I hiss, clenching my fanged mouth shut and\nclamp my hands on my thighs.  My finger\ntraces toned, hardened muscle beneath the black and tan fur and my calves bulge\nwhen I flex my foot.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the tiny\nneedling pain subsides, I pull myself up, eager to see the new changes.  My body pitches forward slightly and I go to\nthe balls of my feet to compensate.  My\nclaws bite into the carpet and I feel my strong legs flex and tense to compensate.  I turn in front of the mirror, hands at my\nhips, smiling at my cute little tail.  As\nif in response to the attention, it begins to lengthen and I can feel the bones\nand muscles growing under the skin. \nBlack fur sprouts forth with each new inch and it curls slightly to rest\nagainst my back.  It tickles and then\nbegins to whip back and forth.  Wagging\nproperly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God it feels so damn\ngood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a kid with new\nshoes, I stalk around the room, glancing at myself in the mirror with each\nturn.  It felt a little like walking in\nextraordinarily comfortable high heels and I grin at the thought of running\nlike this.  Claws striking the concrete\nwhile my padding and muscles absorb the impact. \nTail tall and proud behind me, twisting and turning to keep my movements\nsteady.  Air through my fur, racing\nfaster and faster until he calls me back to his side and tells me to sit next\nto him.  Going to my knees while he\nscratches down the fur along my neck and bends to kiss me.  And-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blinking, I stumble\nagainst the wall.  I’m panting.  Hot and whining and my legs are trembling\nslightly.  I need more.  More of this. \nMore of the heat building within. \nMore changes.  I fall to the\nfloor, yelping as my tail slams the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Not- not used\nto- to it yet,” I gasp.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaning forward,\nknees bent, I lap at the fur on my feet and between my toes.  My hand snakes between my thighs, the\nclaw-tipped finger slipping between the lips. \nPiercing myself.  The nail drags\nagainst the slick muscles inside and I grind my teeth, head bowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The dildo lies on the\nfloor at the foot of the bed.  I grab it\nand stand comfortably on the pads of my feet. \nStalking to the bathroom, I slam the dildo down so it flattens against\nthe suction cup at the base.  It wobbles\nbriefly and then is erect.  I groan at\nthe sight of it and kneel, pushing my furred ass back against it.  Feeling it press between my cheeks and my\npussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I reach back,\ngrabbing it and holding it steady while my tongue hangs from my mouth.  It almost hurts to push myself down on it.  I’m so fucking tight now.  The lips bulge and open and I rock back,\nimpaling myself onto the cock.  Bringing\nmyself back, almost all the way off so I can feel it opening me again.  And then down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My feet and toes curl\nbehind me and my slick fur keep slipping on the linoleum.  I lean forward, hands on the ground.  Imagining him beneath me.  Hands on my breasts and teats and ass.  Pulling on my tail.  Pulling on my short hair.  Pulling me down against him hard enough that\nI nip at his shoulder and then lick his neck in apology.  I dig my claws into the carpet outside the\nbathroom, flexing my body to ride the dildo. \nFeeling the pressure building in my stomach.  The electricity crackling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaning back, I\nspread my ass, groaning at the feeling of sharp claws in my skin.  Pain mixing with pleasure.  Bouncing wetly against the floor.  Feeling myself spread open again and again,\nwider and wider against the dildo’s balls. \nGrowling and grunting and groaning until it’s too much and the orgasm\nhits me hard.  I go to my knees and\nforearms, shaking and snarling, the dildo deep inside.  Too afraid to move from over stimulation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He’s behind me.  Petting me. \nTalking me through the earth-shattering orgasm.  I cry out, head raised and push back, once,\ntwice before twisting away. Trembling and clawing at the ground with my hands\nand feet.  Panting and groaning and\nwhining while the muscles within me tense over and over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It takes years before\nthe buzzing clears.  Before I can think\nagain.  Before I can move.  I crawl back to the bedroom on hands and\nknees, resting against the bed.  My chest\nraising and falling while I calm.  My\nlegs and fur are slick with my juices and the entire room is thick with my\nscent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pieces of jewelry\nare beside me.  I focus on them and it helps\nbring me down slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six spiked studs and\nfour connected rings.  I have small\ndiamond studs in her earlobes and five pierced holes along the tops of my\nears.  Room for three spikes and two\nrings in each.  A single, tiny\nhalf-circle nose ring lay mixed in with the others.  I count them again and again until I feel\nsafe enough to move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m not stopping now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My dresser has a huge\nmirror and a padded chair.  I sit\ncarefully and the pads of my feet rub together. \nThey couldn’t always<\/strong> be this sensitive, could they? <\/em> Holy\ncrap.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The jewelry clinks\nagainst the dresser.  It’s extremely\nawkward to hold one of the small spiked studs in my fingers but I find that if\nI use the very tip of the finger, just under the claw, I can do it.  It takes more dexterity to unscrew it but I\ndo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaning forward, I\nsee my ears are changed.  They’re bulged\nup at the top and the holes for my piercings have moved slightly.  The tips flick impatiently while I watch and\nI push them forward to see dark fur lining the back. I lay the stud and backing\ndown and look closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


\nThe fur matches my short, raven black hair. \nMy throat and chest are bare but the back of my neck is coated in dense\nblack fur, almost unruly compared to the short coat along my back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I blush at the\nsudden, intense image of him standing behind me, steadying hand on my shoulder\nwhile he brushes me.  Brushes my\nfur.  Stopping sometimes to kiss my neck\nand back and shoulder and then running fingers through my short, pixie\nhaircut.  Pulling at the tips over my\nbrow and digging his fingers into the soft, short on over my temples.  I trace a finger along the fur and into my\nhair and up, around my ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can almost feel him\nbehind me, repeating the gesture.  Proud\nof me.  How good I look.  What a good girl I was being.  I began to turn but catch myself.  More.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It takes a minute to\npick up the stud but I finally do and I carefully insert it, twisting the back\ninto place.  Two more follow that one and\nthen I take the chained ring.  They’re\ntwo spiked collar rings, connected with a chain and one is larger than the\nother.  I’m getting used to my hands now\nso it’s easier to undo their studs.  I\nset the smaller one above the larger one and shake my head to watch the chain\nswing lightly between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mirror shows an\nalmost unrecognizable face.  Even without\nfur, my lips bulge to contain my tongue and teeth and the very tips of my\ncanines are showing.  I wipe a bit of\ndrool from the corner of my mouth and then open it slightly, letting my tongue\nout.  The brown of my eyes almost matches\nthe brown fur on my legs and feet and tummy. \nMy chest is still bare skin, down to the second row of my teats but I\nsee tan peach fuzz along my hard stomach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whoa.  I sit straight and my stomach muscles stand\nout.  I’ve been working forever to try\nfor hard abs but never seemed to get to that point.  Looking back up, I see the spikes in my ears\nand I flash my sharp teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Goddamn, I look\namazing.  Fierce and strong.  I bark out a laugh and then grin at myself,\npulling my lips back again to see the large fangs.  It takes no time at all to add the studs to\nmy other ear.  I don’t even notice what\nI’m doing different with my hands anymore; they just seem to automatically\nadjust for finer work now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So then I sit with\nthe chained rings.  Looking myself in the\neyes.  Wondering how far this would bring\nme.  Wanting it.  Wanting to see what I’d look like and how I’d\nfeel.  The first ring attaches quickly\nand the second follows with a brief pause. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At first nothing\nhappens but then I feel pressure in my ears. \nMy eyes roll up in my head and I sway as the room tilts.  I have to steady myself with my hands on the\nedge of the dresser but it passes.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My ears are moving<\/em><\/strong>\non my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yesssss,”\nI pant happily.  It feels like someone\nscratching deep inside my years while also giving me a head massage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Almost imperceptible\ncrunching follows the movement while they travel higher and, as they do, they\nstretch and unfold, flaring out at the bottom. \nFurther they slid through my obsidian hair and I shiver at the feeling\nof hair and skin scraping together.  The\npink skin within begins to show brown spots until the entire inside is a light\nmuddy color.  The studs have moved\nforward to the front of my ears while the connected chains shifted to the\nbacks.  I lean forward and muscles deep\nin my head tense, forcing my ears back into what I could only call “at\nattention”.  Or maybe anxious?  I focus, biting my lip and soon, I find the\nright – whatever, to make them move at will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A car passes loudly\nin the streets and my ears snap upwards, trembling.  I can almost hear the man talking in his\nvehicle and I even recognize the song playing on his radio. Other sounds begin\nto come to me.  People in other\napartments and outside.  Talking,\nlaughing, yelling, arguing and at least one couple fucking.  I will not lie; it turns me on a bit to hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The nose ring sits\nalone at the center of the dresser.  I\nlick my nose and lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was it, wasn’t\nit?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can feel my heart\nstarting to beat faster and, with it, nerves awakening yet again.  The heat had died down after my time in the\nbathroom but it was coming again and harder now, the more I stared at the\nlittle half-ring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hand trembles\nslightly when I take it.  From\nnervousness.  From the heat building\nwithin.  From the desire to see what more\ncould happen.  What other changes would\ncome and how they would make me feel? \nWhoever had sent the gifts knew me surprisingly well. I always took my\npiercings out for runs and sometimes at work but they all matched what I\nneeded.  Exactly the right amount.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a simple\ngolden band and I put it on before I lost my nerve.  My eyes watered for a moment from an\naccidental poke inside my nose but I find the right spot and screw it in.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sliver of amber in\nmy left eye.  As if the iris\ncracked.  Dirt brown showing gold beneath\nthe surface.  Another.  More. \nIt was hard to look away despite feeling an intense itch along my\nmouth.  My brown eyes turned to\nhoney.  Amber.  Like my name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I scratch idly at my\nlips and nose and sneeze and then lick my nose with my long tongue.  All the years spent plucking but now I have a\nmustache.  Small brown hairs line my\nred-stained lips.  More hairs sprout up\nto my cheeks and eyes.  Darker\nthere.  Black.  I can’t stop touching them.  Soft and slick and-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pain in my jaw.  I snarl, lips back and vibrating over my\nsharp teeth.  My lips were\nstretching.  No.  My face was moving.  Pushing forward.  My ears are back and I want to lay my head\ndown until it passes but I force myself to watch.  Ink fills my lips, flowing up to my nose as\nbones reshape around my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Growing my muzzle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

More fur presses\nthrough the skin around my neck and moves slowly down my chest.  I shiver when it reaches my breasts and then\nsigh and wriggle my hips as it swarms them. \nThe black lightens to chocolate brown below my chest, matching the color\nof my belly.  It creeps slowly downward,\ntickling my teats until my stomach is completely covered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The heat intensifies\nsharply.  I gasp and claw my thighs,\nhands trembling to touch myself.  But not\nyet.  I need to finish this, despite the\nbuzzing between my tall ears and the throbbing in my guts.  I want to be ready for him.  Complete. \nI’m a good girl.  I could almost\nsense him behind me again, scratching me behind my ears.  Almost. \nI’m a good girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

New teeth grow from\nthe gaps in my elongating muzzle but I’m more interested as the black from my\nlips consumes my nose.  With a loud pop, my\njaw shoves forward, pulling my nose back. \nEverything’s fuzzy.  I think my\neyes have moved.  A little.  I lean forward again.  Focus. \nBlinking.  Slowly, slowly it all\ncomes back sharp and clear.  I can even\nsee the little pebbles covering my wet nose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sneeze again.  And cough and growl and it all stops.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My face is\nheavy.  Muzzle.  My muzzle<\/em><\/strong> is heavy.  My nose is surrounded by tan fur but my face\nis covered in black, aside from an interesting spray of brown eyebrow…\nhair?  Fur?  What was the difference anymore?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stand back and look\nat myself.  At my complete self.  My black fur shines<\/em><\/strong> beautifully in the\nlight.  I<\/em><\/strong> am beautiful.  Strong. \nSleek.  I wanted to run and jump\nand-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And fuck.  I press a paw against the tan fur on my\nstomach and moan.  Turn.  Look over my shoulder at my wide hips and\nbroad, furred ass.  My tail wags slowly\nand, bending slightly, I could see the bulge of my dusky pussy lips.  I crawl to the bed and he’s there behind me\nin my mind’s eye, stroking my back.  Down\nto my ass.  Cupping and squeezing the\ncheek before reaching back to slap it.  I\nmoan again and bow and present myself to the image of him.  Spreading my legs.  Head down and ears back, muzzle to the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Waiting for a\ncommand.  Feeling the emptiness of him<\/em><\/strong>\ndeep inside me.  Of his presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eyes open.  The upturned box was at an angle, laying on\ntop of something that glowed in the light. \nI reach and pull the box away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A necklace, dotted\nwith studs, lay beneath the box.  It was\ncovered in amber gemstones on a expensive looking black leather band.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,” I\nsay, the words thick in my muzzle.  That’ll take some getting used to.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a collar.  My collar. \nMy lips pull back into an odd grin as I reach for it.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am<\/strong> a good girl, <\/em>I think to myself with a happy smile.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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