{"id":738,"date":"2020-01-20T19:08:17","date_gmt":"2020-01-21T03:08:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=738"},"modified":"2020-01-20T19:08:28","modified_gmt":"2020-01-21T03:08:28","slug":"leashed-ch-03","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=738","title":{"rendered":"Leashed Ch. 03"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Amber meets her maker and a decision!<\/p>

A commission to end the Leashed series. This is too big for DeviantArt in one post so I had to make it two, I’m sorry!<\/p>

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

Perched over the side of the bed while staring down at the collar, an absurd image suddenly takes root in my head.\u00a0 All I can picture is Gollum in Lord of the Rings, reaching out for the eponymous Ring itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Precioussss,<\/em> the creature in my head croons and, suddenly, the mood shifts and I\nroll as a giggle fit overtakes me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Despite being alone, I reach for my mouth to\nhide my smile and laughter but my hand bumps into the side of my muzzle.  And it just makes me laugh louder because now\nI’m picturing my dainty little hand- paw- I don’t know.  Hand, I guess?  Anyway, my hand at the very tip of my long\nmuzzle.  Not covering my lips or\nanything.  Just my nose and the front of\nmy mouth and the corners of my lips curled up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I squirm in bed as laughter turns to chortles.  My tail rests awkwardly against my back but\nwhen I move, it feels good<\/em>.  Like someone scratching my scalp\nlightly.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Can I smile? \nNote to self – check later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fur drags against hair as my ears twist and\npart my hair like the fin of a shark terrorizing a dark sea.  It makes me want to fix my hair since years\nof being human have taught me that that sensation means messy hair needing some\nattention and fixing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh. \nOkay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laying on my back traps my tail.  It rests against the glossy tan fur on the\ninside of my thigh.  My hips lift in a\nsmall motion, left to right and left to right again until I frown and gently\ngnaw on the inside of my lip.  Once more\nthey lift and I focus harder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tense a new strange muscle in the middle of\nmy back and my tail moves, pressing against my left thigh and then my\nright.  A slow smile spreads over my\nfurred face as my mouth opens and the corners of my lips draw upwards.  It feels good to move it.  Really-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh. \nThat’s why.  It was pressing\nagainst my pussy and now it’s flicking against it.  Gently and slowly like a lover teasing you\nbefore foreplay.  The hairs are nearly as\nsoft as a feather until the tips needle into my sensitive flesh.  And now that I’m conscious of it, I can feel\nthe swollen lips against my thighs, warm and soft and covered in my drying\ncum.  Dull and stiff compared to the\nsleek hairs further away.  Trapping my\nscent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I roll again and then shudder, bowing my head\nas my ears lance back.  The sheets tug at\nthe piercings covering my teats and nipples, twisting them until they beg for\nattention.  Worse, the chain between my\nbreasts catches and pulls<\/em><\/strong>, forcing me to moan. \nI’d dreamed of being treated roughly and now it’s like a lover’s\npinching and pulling my nipples.  My\nentire body grows tense and I grab at the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dull, dark claws threaten to cut the sheets as\nmy ass slowly lifts and my tail curls up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He’s there again as a low throbbing beats like\ndistant taiko drums, steady and rhythmic. \nThat presence.  The phantom lover\nteasing me with long repressed fetishes. \nMy breath out is long and ragged as I picture him drawing me up by the\nhips, strong hands holding me in place. \nDominant.  Fingers dug in.  A hand going to the middle of my back to hold\nmy chest down.  Fingers clenching against\nthe more dense black fur along the nape of my neck and between my shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have to-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have to move.  I want it so bad that it scares me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead of giving in and masturbating, I push\nforward, denying myself and the specter the pleasure.  Of course, that’s<\/em><\/strong> a mistake as, once\nmore, all eight of my nipples drag against the bed.  I continue forward with a groan, placing a\nthickly padded paw on the floor next to the collar.  My hips rotate right-left-right-left-right as\nmy tail wags behind me.  I try to steady\nit, focusing on that muscle I’d found earlier but it resists.  Instead, I place my right hand down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My short fur glides over the sheets on the bed\nas I pull myself forward, bending slightly shortened fingers to dig into the\ncarpet for support.  Out of curiosity,\nand 90% because I can, I use my claws alone to pull my body.  I feel the bones within pull apart as the\ncurved, dense obsidian nails dig in and I continue to move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When my thigh slides free, I bend my leg and\ntouch my foot to the ground, once more using my toe claws while balancing on\nthe tips of my toes.  Finally, my other\nfoot comes down and I place my palms to the floor and lean forward in an\nexhilarating full body stretch.  The\nchain connecting my piercings dangles beneath me, swaying gently while\nreminding me of its presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A new impulse makes me shake side-to-side\nafter the stretch and it surprises me loud enough that I bark.  Which forces my ears to angle backward.  It was impulsive, loud and sudden but felt\nright in the moment.  An involuntary\nresponse that worries me.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finished stretching, I pull myself up to stand\non the balls of my feet.  My heel dips,\ntouching the floor before raising once more. \nThe padding makes walking flat-footed impossible now, despite the\nstill-human shape of my feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can hear the apartments around me now that\nI’m not so inwardly focused.  Television\nshows filled with explosions and gunshots, clinking silverware on plates that\ncarry tantalizing smells, faint music and loud, passing cars.  The world is alive beyond my tiny\nbedroom.  We grow up believing we’re the\ncenter of our own universe but as I stand naked in my bedroom, I feel connected\nto all of it, drowning in sounds and scents of everyone else living their\nlives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m panting, tongue hanging free as anxiety\ngrips my heart with a firm fist.  I feel\nlike I’m losing myself as the noises threaten to overwhelm me.  A soft whimper escapes my lips and my tail\ncurls down, pressing against the back of my thighs.  I need to run.  It’s my escape and always has been when the\nweight of the world presses against my shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then my eyes open and I see myself in the\nmirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Taller now, on wide paws covered in tan fur\nthat becomes glossy ink higher on my shins. \nThe tip of my tail is between my calves, soft and firm as it trembles\nslightly between my legs, mirroring my anxiety. \nIt feel it over the curve of my ass. \nIt’s a strange warm and comforting presence that’ll take some getting\nused to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The short fur covering my belly does nothing\nto hide the small teats lining my stomach, especially with the piercings\ncapping them.  I stare at them for longer\nthan I should, licking my lips when I feel them stir at my inspection,\nthreatening to harden despite the lack of touch.  Higher still to my breasts, pert but visible\nthrough the fur.  Now I can’t help\nmyself.  I gently cradle the bottom of\none, rubbing my soft, leathery padding along the silky black fur.  The larger nipple ring shifts at my touch,\npulling and pushing the few strands of black fur that touch it.  Hairs lift and flatten as the chain raises\nslightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My ears angle outward, twisting to focus\ndownard and the metallic chiming of my earrings sounds louder than they\nshould.  I stare mischievously to the\nside, glancing away from my reflection as my paw squeezes and a happy growl\nvibrates low in my throat.  The short,\nsharp fur digs into the sensitive skin surrounding them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No, bad,<\/em> I tell myself, dragging my hand away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dark amber eyes search my face but I have a\nmoment of feeling disconnected from myself. \nIt’s not me.  It can’t be me.  This long, black muzzle tipped with chocolate\nfur and thick black lips barely hiding sharp fangs can’t be my mouth.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Taking a few steps, I stare into my own\neyes.  Soft black eyebrows are mixed into\nthe fur over my face yet, for whatever reason, there are two brown blobs of fur\nabove them near the inside of my eyes.  I\nswallow and then watch as my tongue unfurls, impossibly wide and long as it\nflops wetly against my nose and then down over my incisors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whiskers?\n<\/em>I ask myself while touching a claw above my lips.  They’re short and black and barely visible\nover the sandy colored fur but the holes surrounding them are obvious.  I stroke one carefully and then step back\nwhile shaking my head.  My short haircut\nbounces, tickling my ears and forcing them to twitch in annoyance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reaching up, I grab my ear before it twists\naway.  It’s velvety soft and surprisingly\nthick in my fingers.  And, oh gosh, yes,\nit feels good to just rub it.  My padding\nscratches against the thin hairs lining the backs and the brown skin\nwithin.  I groan, closing my eyes as I\ngrab more of my ear to knead it between my fingers and palm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My leg jumps, tapping at the floor when my\nclaw randomly scratches at the base of my ear. \nI moan, free hand against the wall to hold myself up while scratching\nmyself hard.  And harder.  Faster and faster as my leg\ntap-tap-tap-tap-taps against the floor until I sigh heavily and let my ear go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God.  I\njust want to slide my hands down my body and curl up in bed until-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My claws catch and tear at threads in the\ncarpet when I turn sharply.  I feel the\ncold of the toe rings through the tan fur covering my feet but what I don’t\nfeel is itchy and that<\/em><\/strong> surprises me since I’m basically covered in dog fur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thought makes my lips curl up in a\nsmile.  Me, nude and human but coated in\nrandom dog hairs as if I’d rolled around in them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hackles rise whine whispers fill my ears.  I growl, baring fangs with my ears back as I\nturn, crouched with claws out to the side. \nBut, nothing.  There’s nothing\nthere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I need to get out of here,” I tell\nmyself, scratching the unruly mane of fur covering the back of my neck<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now the question remains: how?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even without putting on clothes, I can see and\nfeel the difference in my muscles.  And\nnot just my coveted hardened abs.  Worse-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turn and bend forward slightly with my legs\nspread.  My black-furred ass cheeks\nspread to show my swollen, bulging pussy lips. \nAnd because I’m a glutton for punishment and torturing myself, I lean\nforward more, muzzle turned to the side to stare as my folded lips part to show\npink within.  My tail begins to wag\nslowly back and forth as a warmth gathers in my neck to spread down my body.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The whisper returns.  I reach back, padded paw against my ass cheek\nto pull it to the side.  My claws dig in,\npinching and pulling fur and skin. \nWatching my pussy open wider. \nFeeling myself grow wet.  Smelling\nit.  The sharp fragrance winding its way\nup to my sensitive nose and making me drool. \nSeeing it.  Clenching the muscles\nwithin and watching them grow slick. \nSeeing a bead of cum form and flow outward, moving from glistening pink\nmuscles within to black lips before dripping down to dangle between my\nlegs.  Snapping and dripping to the\nground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He’s there again in my mind.  Against my back.  Arms wrapped around my chest, right hand on\nmy left breast.  Easily cupping my small\nchest in his hand.  Left hand low on my\nbelly, between my bottom teats with fingers curved down to my pussy.  Hot breath on my ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No.  No,\nno, no.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gasp and whine, ears down as I stand and\npress my thighs together.  My heart races\nbeneath my chest and I can’t stop licking my lips.  Not “tongue around the lips in an overly\nexaggerated sexually suggestive way” but just licking the front of my\nmuzzle and nose as I struggle to force the thought of masturbating out of my\nmind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clothes. \nI just need to put on clothes.  My\ntail wags, reminding me how potentially screwed I am in this regard.  A quick glimpse through my closed window\nshades tells me it’s surprisingly late in the evening so I start to put a plan\ntogether.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Crouching down beside my bed, my tail gently\nthumps the ground, distracting me by the way it pulls at my body as well as the\nalien sensation of a new appendage hitting something solid, like a reverse\nphantom limb.  It feels like something’s\ntouching my butt except far away from my body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ignoring my tail, I dig around and my claws\nlatch onto a fabric handle for a large plastic bag.  I grunt, expecting a struggle but my legs\naren’t the only part of me stronger than I remember.  The bag slides through the mess beneath my\nbed and I flip it over, tapping the vacuum sealed plastic until I spot my\nwinter running clothes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a happy little yip, my tail\nthump-thump-thumps into the ground, forcing me to look over my shoulder until I\nrealize that I’m<\/em><\/strong> making the sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One of my claws hooks into the little hole in\nthe zipper and I pull it open, wrinkling my nose at the smell of old, stored\nclothes.  There’s a\nnot-quite-image-in-my-head that’s interesting. \nI get an urge to roll around on the bag and I even feel myself starting\nto do it but I hold myself back and grab my sweats and hoodie instead.  That urge to mark my own clothing is such a\nweird sensation.  A- a “pre\nthought” or something, I’m not sure what to call it.  Something new that appeared before I even had\ntime to think it through and it makes sense and feels like it’s always made\nsense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A quick trip to my dresser has me pawing\nthrough haphazardly stored panties, skipping over plain briefs until I find a\npair of high cut black briefs.  I’ll need\nthe space for my thicker legs.  As\ncareful as possible, I step into them and pull up, biting at the inside of my\nlips as it drags against my fur the entire way. \nHalf-way up my thighs, I’m worried they won’t fit anymore.  They’re tighter but I work my hips and pull\nand ignore the way they press against my pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Woof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sitting at the edge of the bed, I pull the\nplain gray sweats on, rolling to my back with my legs up to slide them\nlegs.  As with my panties, the band drags\nat my fur as it moves counter to them and that pulls at the skin beneath them,\nmaking me shiver and writhe until they stop mid-thigh.  My wider paws (feet!) and dull claws catch on\nthe leg openings so I roll forward to pull them over my swollen toes and\npadding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A new problem arises when I stand and tug them\nthe rest of the way.  I’m apparently\ntaller than before.  The waistband for\nthe sweats ride low on my hips while the banded cuffs rest higher on my shins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can make it work, though.  It’ll be-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My tail wags behind me, reminding me once more\nthat it exists and I hang my head with a sigh. \nIt’s almost taunting me.  Look at me, haha!  Everyone will see me, haha!<\/em>  I snap my teeth, try to grab it, miss when it\nwhips back and then grab it and hold it tight while it tries to pull out of my\nhand.  I pull the sweats out and shove\nthe tail in, trapping it down one of the pant legs and then chuff, narrowing my\neyes at the disobedient thing before reaching down for my hoodie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pause mid-grab and look through the window\nonce more and then down my body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, that’s foolish,” I say out loud\nbut, still, I consider it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I wore just a sports bra, would anyone be\nable to see that I was covered in fur? \nWould anyone be able to see my little sexy teats?  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The hint of a whisper again.  Pure, faint emotion more than words.  It feels like- like- what is<\/em> that? \nA mixture of humor.  Something\nalmost like it’s egging me on.  With\nfingers that tremble slightly, I unhook the chain between my nipples and lay it\non top of my dresser.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mirror in the corner of my room reflects\nthe stranger once more.  Pure honey eyes\nlook back at me.  Sleek and black but for\ntan markings along my forearms, feet and the tip of my muzzle.  Ludicrously long ears standing tall through\nmy short black hair, edged with rings and studs.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six piercings shine brightly along my stomach\nbeneath the two on my nipples and just the sight of them excites me.  My teats peek out through the glossy\nfur.  I can’t fool myself; they’re\nvisible if you glance my way.  But,\nworse, my ears are like radar dishes and there’s no way they’d pass even a\ncasual look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grab the hoodie and pull it on, shaking my\nhead to settle my hair and then reaching up to stroke my ears, squeezing them\nbefore pulling back on them.  Finally, I\nflip up the hood.  The little tan dots of\nfur over my eyebrows pull towards each other as I give an approximation of a\nfrown.  My muzzle is visible and my ears\ndent the fabric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sweats are uncomfortably hot. They’re an\nextra layer over my pelt and it traps my body heat.  My breathing quickens, black nostrils opening\nand closing as my tongue lolls and I pant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A whine passes my lips before lowering to a\nsigh.  I shouldn’t go.  I won’t be able to pass. My tail curls as I\npace, frustrated and full of energy after my nap and being cooped up all day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh god,\nhow will I go to work?<\/em> I think, freezing in place as\nmy tail thrashes.  How will I do anything<\/strong> that\nneeds me to go out or deal with people?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly it all crashes down and my brain is\nbuzzing, racing as it tries to comprehend every scenario I’ll have to deal with\nin this body.  My eyes widen and my ears\nlay flat to my sides as I think of my parents and then work and then driving\nand then-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shut my mind off like a robot, forcing\nmyself to think of absolutely nothing at all. \nMy claws tug at my sweats, forcing them down.  The silky fur helps this time and I quickly\nstep out of them and go to a different drawer in my dresser.  A variety of jogging shorts lay in a\njumble.  I grab without thinking and bend\nover, slipping my wide paw into the shorts. \nThe expandable fabric bulges around my feet and muscular legs as I work\nthem up my body, stopping for a moment to lay my twitching tail against my\nthighs before continuing to pull up, trapping the tail inside the shorts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Surrounded by the black fur on my waist, the\nsable shorts vanish.  Less than half of\nmy tail is visible and it taps my legs angrily. \nI watch it for a bit, feeling the muscle moving in my lower back but\nwith the base held down, it seems like it can’t move much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And it’s enough for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I walk to my door, grab my shoes and then huff\nwhen my feet don’t fit.  I almost abandon\nthem and run barefooted until I remember the shoes I bought over a year ago\nwhen I twisted my ankle during another night run.  After a few growling curses, I find them in\nmy hallway closet – a pair despite only needing one slightly larger shoe to\nhandle the swelling.  They’re still tight\ndue to my padding and swollen toes needed to anchor my claws but at least they\nfit.  I undo the laces to the bottom and\nthen tie them loosely and nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stretching before my front door shows yet\nanother problem.  Despite the fur, the\nhoodie rubs against my teats and nipples. \nWorse, the pierces twist the nipples when I move, edging the line\nbetween pain and pleasure.  I sigh and my\nears brush against the inside of my hoodie as they lower.  Grabbing the bottom of the sweatshirt, I pull\nit up to my mouth and bite to hold it in place. \nThe drawer in the small table by the front door holds a variety of crap\nand one of them is a roll of white tape. \nIt’s normally reserved for long runs of runs in the heat but I’ll need\nsome now to hold everything in place.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight small sticky pieces of tape, one after\nanother.  I part the hair around the\nblack teats and carefully apply the tape to cover nipple and piercing until all\nare hidden and I drop my hoodie, licking my nose and lips in satisfaction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, I grab my keys and step into the\nhallway.  Running has always been my\nescape from the world around me.  Out in\nthe world with my earbuds in, I can ignore everything and just let the sidewalk\nstretch out in front of me.  I can’t and\nwon’t lock myself away.  I’ll miss my\nmusic but I’ll want to hear everything around me anyway.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I know nobody’s there because I can’t hear\nanyone outside.  I can<\/em><\/strong> hear muffled voices\nof people inside their own apartments but not the echoing conversations of\npeople outside.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thoughts try to intrude but I ignore them,\nturning and locking the door and walking away. \nMy ears are independently alert, twisting and turning.  They pull at my scalp and push hair aside beneath\nthe hood as they listen for everything around me.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

An intoxicating rush of smells surrounds\nme.  So much food, good and bad.  Spicy scents that make my mouth water and the\nalluring aroma of cooked meat that makes me grind my teeth.  Unfortunately, the giant trash bins outside\ninterject and I gag, ears flat with a furred forearm against my nose.  The cars and trucks passing in the darkness\nbeyond the apartment complex are no better with the eye-watering chemical\ntrails they leave in their passing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything is just so much more<\/strong> and it sets my heart\npounding.  I want to see and hear and\nexplore and run and chase and dig and-!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My tail slaps my leg as I race through the\napartment complex and down to the street. \nThe thick padding covering the balls of my feet grind against the inside\nof my shoes and my claws curl down to bite into the soles.  My stronger coil-like calves absorb them\nimpact before my thighs propel me forward. \nDespite the shoes, I still go to the balls of my feet and the pads\nsoften my steps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can’t help it.  I bark out a laugh as the world becomes a\nblur and my hoodie pulls back when it fills with the wind whistling around my\nracing body.  I forget about it for a\nmoment before reaching up to grab it and pull it forward.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I run. \nAnd run.  And run.  Head ducked to keep my hood in place, I stare\nat the ground before me to ensure every step is safe.  It’s a path I’ve taken many, many times and\nmy body follows it automatically.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sound makes my ears twitch and I look up to\nsee another jogger in the distance.  With\na huff, I move off the sidewalk.  The\ngrass is wet from the sprinkler system installed beneath the turf and the drops\nof water sparkle in the sparse lights around the park.  I move further away from the path, watching\nmy step as I think to myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why the\nhell didn’t I try to take the piercings off?<\/em> I\nwonder.  I remember thinking the same\nthing earlier before becoming distracted but I never once tried since\nthen.  Why?  What if the piercings are<\/strong> what’s holding me in this form?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ducks quack quietly from the approaching lake,\nruffling their feathers as they swim with their family.  I hear the faint conversation of a few groups\nof walkers on the other side of the lake but the area is otherwise empty<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is that\nall it takes?<\/em> I ask myself again as I slowly pick up\nspeed.  The tip of my tail curls upward\nas I dodge between trees and hide myself from the old fashioned lamps set\nintermittently along the sidewalk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can see her in my mind, standing in the\nmirror before me.  Nude and comfortable\nin her fur.  So strong.  Exotic with her ears and tail and the little\nhidden whiskers on her muzzle.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I can remember how it all felt.  How it still feels.  The wind finds gaps in my clothes and courses\ndown my furred body.  The tips of my fur\nscratch against my skin and I almost miss a step because of it.  Worse, now that I’m paying attention, I can\nfeel my teats brushing against the soft lining of my hoodie despite the tape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why?<\/em> I ask, focusing internally.  Why does none of this bother me as much as\nit should? Or at all?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The million dollar question and I try to focus\non it:  why am I not freaking out about all of this?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looking up, I see I’ve already circled the\nlake.  Both my breathing and my heart are\nsteady while my muscles barely feel warmed up. \nI raise my head further with my tongue free and my muzzle open to let\nthe cool air over me, breathing deeply. \nSwallowing the scent of the lake, grass, trees and, urk- the trash.  I shake my head and bow again.  Tiny chunks of soft earth and grass kick up\nbehind me with every long stride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My forefoot padding strikes first, cushioning\nmy step more than the shoes themselves. \nThe blunt impact doesn’t register as strongly as if I were, well,\nhuman.  The foot curls forward and my\ntoes splay out.  My shoe barely touches\nthe grass before I’m kicking off, dense muscles propelling me forward like tiny\nnitro boosts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It feels like I could run for days.  Although, I am getting warm now.  I can feel the sweat on my bare chest because\nthe damn hoodie is cooking my body.  It’s\nnowhere near cold enough for it and I’m covered in fur anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My tongue flops from my mouth as I start\npanting with short, sharp breaths.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Would anyone see me if I took my hoodie off?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The idea is thrilling.  And strangely arousing.  I can picture myself, dipping between trees\nto hide from the few lights.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fur is basically clothes.  Right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why is the thought of running nude so damn\nappealing?  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hands grip the front of my hoodie, throwing\noff my stride temporarily.  Righting\nmyself, I realize my hood is down and probably has been for a bit.  I’ve been running with my long, alert ears at\nthe ready and my muzzle visible for all to see. \nAnd my drooling wide tongue out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hackles rise. \nThe phantom is back.  Whispering\nagain.  There’s something<\/em><\/strong> at my back\nbetween my shoulderblades.  The hint of a\ntouch.  It’s calming and supportive with\na whiff of- of- my furred brow presses together.  Excitement, I think.  It’s waiting for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slow and walk to a tree, swallowing spit and\nlicking my nose before leaning down with my paws against my knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Voices, old voices from old memories.  Incredulous looks mixed with disgust.  I shake my head and growl at them.  I’d opened up to the men behind those voices\nat one point in my life, idly talking in bed about secret fetishes I’d wanted\nto explore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can remember lying on my back with my legs\nup, gasping and moaning and guiding my boyfriend’s hand up to my neck and the\nlook of confusion on his face before he simply caressed me rather than closing\na fist around my throat.  I told him\nafterwards, shyly, that I thought maybe we could try bondage sometime.  When he didn’t say anything, I’d felt\nemboldened and told him we could maybe start by being rougher in bed.  With him being more dominant.  Yanking my hair or slapping my ass hard\nenough to-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Amber!’ he’d said, loudly, rolling and\nlooking at me with something close to revulsion.  ‘I could never do that to you!  That’s just wrong.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’d laughed awkwardly and said it was only a\nthought and that I probably wouldn’t even like it, either.  I’d just ‘accidentally’ seen it on a video my\n‘girl friend’ had shown me and was curious. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the damage was already done on both sides\nand we broke up not long after that. I couldn’t not see that distasteful look\nwhenever I saw him and he simply pulled away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With my next boyfriend, I tried a little more\ncautiously, prodding him to find out what he liked to do.  I’d gotten excited when he’d said he liked to\nbe in control and be rough but it turns out he meant he just liked to pound me\nlike a jackhammer and call me dirty names. \nThat was it.  He didn’t quite\nunderstand oral or foreplay.  He went\nfrom kissing to jack hammer.  He spanked\nme one time, barely and I moaned to encourage him but that only made him pound\nharder.  My fucking crotch hurt for days\nafterwards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I gave up and kept all of my fantasies to\nmyself, saving videos or just closing my eyes and imagining little scenarios\nwhen I masturbated.  It was better than\nnothing and I didn’t have to feel subhuman when I did it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The new voice surges and the ghostly touch\nspreads, prickling my back.  My fur rises\nin fits as goosebumps form to push them out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fuck it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glancing around, I grab my hoodie to pull it\noff, fold it and lay it carefully on a clear spot on the ground while making\nnote of where it is.  There are two logs\nnearby, close to the lake.  One is hollow\nso that’s easy to remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then I crouch.  Half-way because my tail bends painfully and\nI yelp because of it.  Instead, I go to\nmy knees.  And wait.  My tail wags, pulling at my shorts as I\nlisten to the park.  That other jogger is\nstill there, slowly making a circuit on the sidewalk but nobody else is around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can do this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want <\/em><\/strong>to do this.  I shiver and bite my lip.  Exhibitionism isn’t one of my big fetishes\nbut I have quite a few and nearly all are untapped.  And it still is a sexy fucking idea.  To be topless, racing through the park for\nanyone to see if they look closely.  I’m\npanting again and this time it’s not from exertion.  My hand slides through my fur to cup my\nbreast and I squeeze my nipple, careful of the tape.  Claws scratch against the skin beneath the\nblack hairs and I lick my lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then I’m up and off.  My ears twist to catch the pained gasping of\nthe other person and I swivel to spot them in the distance.  I leap over an exposed root and land lightly\nin soft mud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My laugh is sudden and sharp.  A bark, really.  Again. \nI’m imagining myself running completely nude and barefooted.  What would they make of the paw print I’d\nleave behind?  A giant, human-sized paw\nprint in the dried mud the morning after.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m already catching up to the wheezing\njogger, dodging behind trees and lowering myself as the urge to go to all fours\narises.  Instead, I stand tall and race,\npassing them at a distance like a sexy tan and black blur in the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I run as fast as I can because I know I’m\nalmost done for the night.  I’m far, far\nfaster than before.  My tongue lolls out\nbut I lick my nose again and pull it back into my mouth.  Nostrils flare and I breathe in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Out. \nIn, in.  Out.  In.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wind ruffles my fur which scratches my\nbody.  And my nipples.  I growl quietly but focus forward.  Racing and running, long powerful\nstrides.  My shorts pull upward, pushed\nby my bulging thigh muscles and my tail takes advantage, bowing upward and\npushing the shorts higher until they give me a wedgie.  My tail wags fiercely, sleek and black and\nalmost as thick as my wrist.  It makes me\nstumble and I slow to a walk, tugging the shorts down and over my ass to once\nmore entrap my tail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh. \nThat’s.  That’s, uhhh.  That’s. \nSomething.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My tail swish-swish-swishes against the shorts\nand that goddamn voice is back.  Louder\nagain.  I can almost, almost make out\nwords.  I whine when I somehow interpret\nthe tight shorts as a hand against my tail. \nRestraint.  My old fantasies surge\nin my head suddenly.  Fist in my hair,\nropes around my wrist.  Held down and\nstruggling despite wanting it.  Fighting\nagainst it so I’m treated even more roughly and I can’t escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Woof. \nDang.  Damn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m almost back to my hoodie but I sink back\ndown to my knees and then lean forward, bowing my head.  With my hood down once more, my ears lay flat\nto the side, something I’m coming to realize they do when I’m embarrassed.  Or when I’m turned on by dirty, dirty\nthoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On my hands and knees like a bitch in heat,\ntail tugging at my spine while the voice commands me.  Hooking my claws into my shorts and panties,\nI sit back and pull them off.  Only when\nI feel the wetness against skin and fur do I realize I’ve soaked through both\nof them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I crawl on hands and knees, hips rocking with\nmy strange folded lips rubbing against the fur on the inside of my legs.  A growl escapes my muzzle when I feel slick\nmuscles rubbing together deep within my pussy. \nWet.  On all fours.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The log next to where I stashed my hoodie is\nright in front of me.  I collapse against\nit, dropping my shorts and lean back, spreading my legs.  Whining quietly, ears flat as I rub myself\nand grab my tit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Masturbating in public.  That jogger is still there and I can hear\nmethodical footsteps nearby.  I’m hidden\nbut the idea of people close to me while I’m finger fucking myself is so\nfucking arousing.  My tail thumps the\nground and my hips lift, raising up uncontrollably to meet my fingers.  I squeeze the thick, distended lips while\npressing my padding against them and shoving my finger down as far as I can\ninside me to keep the blunt tip of my claw away from anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Panting and moaning and whimpering as that\nstrange voice within grows louder and louder, driving me wild until-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I knew you’d be here,” a man says\nbehind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck!” I cry out, pressing my\nfinger deep into my pussy in shock.  I\ncum and squeeze my thighs together while shoving myself back against the fallen\nlog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fuck\nfuck fuck, wait,<\/em> I think.  My ears raise slowly and I twist to look\nbehind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You!” I say, and it’s suddenly, shockingly<\/em><\/strong>,\ncompletely clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s the man I met in the park.  With the fucking doberman<\/em> which, I’m pretty sure, is what kind of dog I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, Christ. \nAnd he had a little fancy bag sitting next to him.  Probably with a box full of piercings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Did you turn me into your goddamn\ndog?!” I yell and then lower myself, ears down when I see the jogger on\nthe far shore turn around as if trying to find who was speaking.  “Am I- Am I Chief?!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remember the dog’s name because of course I\ndo.  I just don’t remember his<\/em> name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t be absurd,” the man\nlaughs.  He has such an easy going,\ncultured voice.  “Chief is a male\nand he’s currently relaxing on his bed at home. \nYou’re clearly female.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Clearly!” I growl.  “It was<\/em><\/strong> you, wasn’t it?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“May I?” he asks, gesturing to the\nlog.  The log where I’m currently trying\nto meld into to hide my awkwardness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No you may fucking not,” I\nyelp.  “I’m naked!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m very aware,” he says with a\nsmile and an obvious glance at my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He bends and I show my teeth by reflex with my\nears back but he simply grabs the shorts I’d dropped and tosses them to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If it would make you feel better,”\nhe tells me, cool as a cucumber.  “I\ncan also turn around.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hate cucumbers.  Pickles are fine but cucumbers are tasteless\nwatery-  Goddammit!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grab my shorts and tug them on over my\nshoes, tearing long holes with my claws in my haste.  I have to leave my tail free but I pull my\nknees up and lean forward with my arms blocking my tits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It was you, wasn’t it?” I tell him,\ngrinding my teeth.  I feel like biting\nhim.  I see a mental image of lunging and\nlatching onto his leg or throat or arm and shaking until I’ve broken something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes, and no,” he says.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He’s wearing brown leather shoes, khaki slacks\nand a long sleeved white Polo shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show hairy,\nmuscular forearms.  His brown hair is\nstill shaggy but in a “I spent an hour making it look this\ndisheveled” kind of way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What the hell,” I growl in\nreturn.  Why is his voice so soothing and\nwhy<\/em><\/strong>\nam I having a hard time looking away from his eyes?  “What the hell kind of answer is\nthat?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rather than answer, he places his hands\ntogether.  Light shines from the gaps and\nthen blooms when he pulls his hands apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A tiny flame dances a half inch above the\nlines in his hands.  It flickers without\nthe touch of a breeze and shadows bow and stretch before it.  I lean forward without realizing what I’m\ndoing.  My ears are straight and almost\nvibrating as my mouth opens in awe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How are you doing that?” I ask\nreverently.  I can feel the heat it casts\nbut it doesn’t seem to burn his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He makes a fist and the flame vanishes.  I have to blink away the afterimages of the\nlittle fat flame and I sit back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Some people are born with a gift,”\nhe tells me with a shrug.  “We don’t\nrealize it at first.  Odd things happen\naround us.  Incidents.  Unexplained phenomena.  Eventually we figure out what’s\nhappening.  Or someone finds us and takes\nus on to teach a few things.  Never for\nlong because there’s just not enough time for our own pursuits.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re a magician?” I ask.  My brain feels like it’s hit a rock.  This does not<\/strong> compute.  “A real\nlife pointy hat Gandalf?  Like, real\nlife?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He laughs and it’s far too disarming for his\nown good.  And it makes me feel a bit,\num, things.  Makes me feel a bit of things<\/em>. \nMy tail thumps and then brushes against the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No way,” he says.  “Not anything near that powerful.  Not even close.  I’ve only been learning for five years, three\nof those on my own.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But what’s this have to do with\nme?” I ask as my brain tries to restart. \nSo many questions but where would I even begin?  I reach around and grab my knees, claws\nagainst my shin to hold them in place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ah, well,” he says, thumbing his\nnose.  He scratches it, clearly buying\ntime.  “You know the old stories of\nwitches with black cats?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ve seen Kiki’s Delivery Service,\nyes,” I tell him.  I narrow my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“They’re familiars,” he says.\n“But not exactly like that.  More\nlike-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Like me?” I ask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Like you,” he nods.  “Nearly all magic is bound to our plane\nof existence and specifically Earth itself. \nNature.  At least for me and most\nthat I know.  It’s levels, layers like an\nonion.  A small grove may grant you power\nwhile a forest allows you to draw more. \nIf you’re skilled enough and old enough, the Earth itself can be drawn\nupon.  Like the difference between a\ncellphone, laptop or a supercomputer. \nDifferent levels, different skills.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He’s not really waiting for me to prod him on\nso I just watch him talk.  It’s him.  It’s been him.  The voice whispering in my mind since I\nhandled those nipple piercings.  Now that\nI’m this close to him, I feel a connection and a sort of humming.  Or thrumming. \nThroughout my entire body.  It’s\nnice.  I file away the thought to ask\nlater.  When I’m not so distracted by\nhis- his- everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Familiars used to be feral\ncreatures,” he continues. \n“Cats, wolves, stags, does, whatever called to your soul.  They were a link to the natural world around\nus.  An interface.  Ehhh, I’m bad at explaining it but more or\nless an interface.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stops and I can see his mouth working as if\nhe’s chewing on something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You know,” he says.  “This would be a lot easier if we were\nat my place rather than in the park in the middle of the night.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hah!” I laugh, pulling my knees\ntighter against my chest.  My piercings\ndrag against my legs and my tail wags behind me.  I shift my hips forward more because my lady-\num, dog bits are feeling things.<\/em>  “I bet<\/em><\/strong> that’d be easier for you.  Do you tell that to all the women you’ve\nturned into dogs?  Is that like, your\nkink?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ugh, no,” he groans, pressing his\nhand to his face.  “No.  Fine. \nAs time has progressed, as we’ve<\/em><\/strong> progressed, we’ve moved\nfurther away from nature.  A simple black\ncat doesn’t work anymore.  We need a\nbridge between humanity and nature.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Like me,” I sigh, repeating\nmyself.  Why does my pussy have to stick\nout that<\/em><\/strong>\nfucking much?  I can feel it throbbing\nagainst my thighs and it’s hard to get comfortable because he’s got this broad\nchest and a deep but somehow soft voice and this short beard that I want to\nlick and, aaagh!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Like you,” he says again.  “A hybrid, stuck between feral and human\nto give that link that’s needed for more than parlor tricks.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Why me?” I ask him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I don’t know,” he shrugs.  “None of us do.  I felt you a year ago.  I was in Magdeberg, breaking away from my\ntour group at the Kloster Unser Lieben Frauen while they were distracted by the\nart gallery.  Suddenly there was\nsomething soft pressing on the back of my brain.  I just left and followed it. Although, that’s\na really damn hard thing to do when flying.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You can fly?!” I ask, shooting\nforward.  I bare my breasts and teats in\nmy excitement and the moon shines off the piercings as the chains attached to\nthe studs in my ears jingle.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Uh, airplanes,” he says, scratching\nhis nose again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, so you can’t,” I sigh again,\ndisappointed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s not impossible,” he tells\nme.  “Especially if you-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If I?” I prompt when he doesn’t\nfinish his sentence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Bond with me,” he finishes.  “If you bond with me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Listen, you haven’t even bought me a\ndrink,” I tell him as my ass grinds slowly on the ground, unnoticed by me\nexcept for the slow pleasure radiating from between my thighs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s not-” he hangs his head,\nmentally changing gears before continuing. \n“I flew to London first, then Galway and you were closer but not\nclose enough.  So, I came to the US.  I was interrupted a few times but you were\nalways there.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So then you turned me into a dog,”\nI growl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,” he says quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh no?” I laugh, showing my\nteeth.  I spread my arms and my tail\nraises.  And then I tap my muzzle with my\nclaws and show him my paws.  “So,\nI’m just a half naked woman sitting in a park having a delusional mental\nbreak?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stares at me solemnly and I shiver and\npress my lips together.  God dammit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You wouldn’t have changed if you hadn’t\nwanted it,” he says flatly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Excuse<\/em><\/strong> me?” I gasp, arousal\nflashing to sudden anger. My hackles stand up and my lips vibrate when I slam\nthe ground and growl.  Like a dog.  “The fuck you mean if I wanted<\/em><\/strong>\nit?  You think I want to turn into some\nfreak like this and live the rest of my life hiding from everyone?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seeing how upset I am, he raises his hands,\npalms outward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Familiars can be forced,” he says,\nhis voice even slower than before. \n“It makes them more feral. \nTheir base needs are amplified even more than- than- well.  And their humanity is lessened.  It’s rough but I’ve seen it done.  I divined a few things about you, how you\nlike piercings-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Did you- did you use your magic seeing\nwater to stare at my titties?!” I yell. \nIt’s so fucking absurd that I almost lose it but I hold it together\nbecause, seriously, what the fuck<\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No!” he groans.  “I couldn’t see- it was just rough\nimages-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Of my titties?” I demand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m trying to talk!” he finally\nyells, eyes flashing and his jaw flaring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It hits me like a train.  The dominance.  It’s something to do with the link we have\nbut also just the way he speaks and holds himself.  I claw at the earth and do my best not to\nmoan as my tail curls down to press against my shorts.  My ears angle backward and I stare at the\nground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m sorry,” he says.  “I’m just trying to explain myself here\nand it’s difficult for me.  I’ve looked\nfor you for a long time and I don’t want you thinking I’m debasing you into\nsome sexual object.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m\nsorry, too,<\/em> I really want to say but, fuuuuck that, I\nrefuse, despite my lowered posture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The magic wouldn’t work if you weren’t\nreceptive to it,” he says, slowly again. \n“We share a bond but that’s just one part of it.  In the simplest terms, the fetishes were an\noffer and your soul agreed.  A pact was\nmade and here you are.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Here I am,” I say quietly, staring\ndown my body.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to believe him.  He sounds sincere as hell.  But me<\/em><\/strong> wanting this<\/em><\/strong>?  Magic and sexy wizards and familiars and a\nwhole other world out there that I didn’t know about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The link I felt at the back of my mind\nvibrated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It can be undone,” he says.  There’s real pain in his eyes.  “Before the bonding.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Huh. \nSeeing him vulnerable makes me want to comfort him.  My chest hurts.  No.  My\nheart.  It physically hurts.  I don’t even know<\/em><\/strong> him and somehow I\nwant to go to him and wrap my arms around him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I don’t know,” I tell him, staring\nat the ground once more while trying to calm myself.  “Is your place close?  Maybe you’re right; maybe this isn’t the best\nplace to have this conversation.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah,” he answers carefully.  “Pretty close.  If you grab your sweatshirt, I can walk you\nthere.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,” I reply.  “Give me the address and I’ll come\nover.  I have to stop at my place for a\nsecond.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stares at me for a moment and my ears\nflick.  My heart’s not aching so much as\nracing now.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What are you doing?” I ask when he\ntakes a step towards me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Just watch,” he says.  “I haven’t had a chance to show you\nmuch.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shrink back a little with my arms over my\nchest but he kneels and reaches out slowly. \nHis hand brushes my muzzle and I can’t stop pressing into it with my\neyes closed.  His fingers are wide and\nrough and he gives me a little scratch on the jaw.  And then higher on the ears and I huff.  The man, who shall remain nameless to me\nuntil I can trick him into saying his name once more, runs his fingers through\nmy short black hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then I smell him.  Drool fills my mouth and I growl and then\nsigh.  He scratches the top of my head\nand gives me a quick pat before withdrawing. \nI can almost see him despite my closed eyes.  He’s an actual physical presence in my brain,\nno longer a phantom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There,” he says softly.  “Now it’ll be a little easier for us to\nfind each other.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t trust myself to speak so I just nod\nand press my paws hard against my thighs. \nMy fingers tremble and I bite the inside of my mouth as my ears lay\nflat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ll wait for you,” he says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nod wordlessly again and he turns and leaves\nbefore I collapse against the log with a quiet moan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jesus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he’s out of sight, I grab my hoodie and\npull it on.  My tail struggles in my\ngrasp but I shove it back down into my shorts where it slams against my legs in\na tantrum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I know exactly where he is and roughly how far\naway he is.  He’s sad.  I feel that, too.  Worried. \nIt’s a complicated weird mix of emotions.  Extra noise in my brain that I didn’t really\nneed.  And yet, I seek it out and hold it\nclose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I treasure it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We walk away from each other as I make my way\nback to my apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A little over two hours later, in the dead of\nnight, I find his house.  It’s huge.  He had to have magicked up money because\nhouse prices are ridiculous even for a two bedroom shack squeezed between other\nshacks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ve stood on the steps for a few minutes and\nthat’s stupid because he has<\/em><\/strong> to know I’m here.  But he hasn’t moved since I entered the\nneighborhood.  He’s playing it cool while\nI stand out here like some chump.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What am I doing here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have the same hoodie on but with a t-shirt\nbeneath it and the sweats I’d worn earlier but with new, non-soaked running\nshorts beneath.  My purse is over my\nshoulder and it feels like it weighs a million tons.  Still barefoot.  But not pregnant, thank-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh god. \nCan I still get pregnant?  Would\nit be little puppy humans?  Or a litter\nof tiny babies?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delay, delay, delay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Step up, step up, step up, knock knock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ahh, he’s moving.  Up and walking.  Anxious, curious- excited?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A car passes behind me so I bow my head\nbeneath my hoodie.  The headlights shine\noff of the studs high on my ears.  I\ncan’t quite keep them entirely under the hood so they peek out like curious\nlittle things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then the door opens and he’s there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I forgot your name the minute you told\nme,” I blurt out.  Real smooth.  Real smooth. \n“Right at the park when we first met.  I have no idea what your name is.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Noah,” he says, with an easy\nsmile.  “Come in.  Please.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He steps back, sweeping his hand while I walk\ninside.  I pull my hood back to rest\nagainst my shoulders.  My ears flatten\nduring the motion and then pop up again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Honestly, it’s a little disappointing.  It’s spartan furnishing and a very male\nplace.  Everything is new and nice\nquality – leather couches and wing back chairs but there’s not much of it and\nit leaves the huge house feeling empty. \nI guess I expected fine art or magical doo-dads or golden statues of\nsome strange god.  But there’s none of\nthat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Do you want a tour?” he asks,\nwalking around me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,” I tell him. “Can I put my\npurse by the door?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Of course,” he says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He’s studying me.  This close, the connection feels a little\nfuzzy and it’s somehow harder to read the emotions I felt earlier.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Do you have somewhere we can sit?”\nI ask him.  I feel the muscles tweak in\nmy ears and they brush through my hair as they angle back.  I’m still getting used to what that means.\n“I’m not used to shoes on- my- my feet and the run was maybe\noverboard.  I think I overdid it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, sorry, yeah,” he says,\nscratching his nose for a moment. \n“I’ll show you to my study.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“A study<\/em>?”\nI purr.  “How fancy<\/em>.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s not really,” he says with a\nlittle shrug as he walks in front of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I have a living room that barely fits a\ncouch and a television,” I tell him. \n“A bedroom, a bathroom and a little kitchen.  ‘Study’ isn’t in my housing vocabulary.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s just a room with-” he starts\nto say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Bookshelves and chairs and\ncouches,” I sniff.  It comes out as\na weird little chuff with the hint of a growl. \n“I watch Downton Abbey.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The study is more of what I was\nexpecting.  Bookshelves line the walls\naround me, glowing with their highly polished wood.  They aren’t completely filled but there’s\nmore books than I’ve seen outside of a library. \nChief lays on a thick dog bed beside an empty fireplace.  He has his paws crossed and he’s studying me\nintently as I enter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That’s me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The doberman look.  He’s pure animal but I share his\ncharacteristics.  The sleeky, glossy tan\nand black fur, long ears and graceful, lean lines.  Now that I see him, I can smell him and he’s\ncleaner than I expected.  His nostrils\nopen and close as he takes my<\/em><\/strong> scent in and then he lays his\nhead down on his paws.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two large chairs, both worn from years or\ndecades of use, are arranged before a low, round table.  Noah gestures at one and he sits on the edge,\nleaning forward with his hands clasped together.  Ignoring him for the moment, I take my time\nto look around.  Making him wait because,\ncontrary to what he’s done, I’m not his toy. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The chandelier is lovely.  It dominates the ceiling with crystal\nteardrops in three layers over the center of the room.  They’re motionless as they hang there, frozen\nwith fragmented reflections of us and the study in their smooth curves.  It’s warm, overly so despite the fireplace being\nempty.  Too warm and I’m tired of wearing\nbaggy clothes.  I’m finding more and more\nthat I’m not a fan of too many clothes. \nThey feel wrong with my fur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without asking permission, I pull my hoodie\noff.  My shirt lifts with it, exposing my\nteats and their piercings.  I feel it\ndragging against them, tugging the ends of the and twisting the little nipples\nand I definitely<\/em><\/strong> didn’t need those little pleasurable reminders right\nthis minute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tugging my shirt back down after tossing the\nhoodie aside, I hook claws into my sweats and step out of them, pushing both\nagainst the empty chair.  My tail curls\nimmediately as if it’s stretching, excited at being freed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now<\/em> I sit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And sigh, sliding my shoes a little on the\nfloor.  He’s barefoot and in loose, light\nsweats and another one of his long sleeved shirts.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hah.  He\nshowered before I came over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh.  How\ndo showers work with fur?  Do I\nstink?  I can’t smell anything stinky on\nmyself but I only now realize I haven’t showered since I changed and I went for\na run and- and- and I’m stalling. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There’s just so much and I’m sitting here\nface-to-face with him <\/em><\/strong>in his house.  And\nit’s not even our third date.  My mother\nwould think I was a slut, going to some stranger’s gigantic mansion on the\nfirst date.    Well, first\ninterrogation.  Still stalling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m sorry,” he says suddenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“About what?” I ask, confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looks down at my feet and I pull them\nback.  I open my mouth to tell him it’s\nnot his fault but, really, it is.  What\ndo I even say about that?  I bend my toes\nbut they’re not quite as responsive as they used to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Is it bad?” he asks when I don’t\nsay anything else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“They’re stiff,” I admit.  “And my calf muscles aren’t used to how\nI stand yet.  They’re just sore is\nall.  I just can’t tell if that’s because\nof my run or because of how they are now.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“May I?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I bark out a laugh and he looks both confused\nand affronted with his hands out.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A massage. \nThis isn’t my first rodeo.  ‘Oh\ngosh, I’m so<\/em><\/strong> good at massages, why I don’t give you one.  With my dick.’  Uh-huh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still. \nThey do<\/em> hurt and maybe giving\nhis hands something to do will help him relax and make this whole thing less\nawkward.  For him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pull my chair a little closer and lift my\nfoot, which he grabs immediately.  His\ndeft fingers undo the laces of my shoe and he pulls it off.  The relief is immediate and immense.  My tan-furred paws are wider than his hand.  The claws tipping my bulging knuckles rest\nagainst his fingers while my broad forefoot padding lays against his palm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Noah reaches with his other hand to hold the\nsole of my foot in place before resting it high on his thigh.  His hands are warm against me, even through\nthe fur.  His right thumb presses into\nthe arch, carefully digging into the skin. \nHe works his thumb in a slow circle, kneading the sore muscles.  His fingers rub against the sharp hairs\ncovering the top my foot which tickle my sensitive skin and-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah.  A\nmemory of right after the change. \nWatching my feet turn into paws. \nBending and tasting and feeling the heat rise while my cheeks burn.  I should stop him.  I should<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He lowers his first hand to dig both thumbs in\nand I lean back to enjoy it.  My shirt\npulls up just a tiny bit but my lower teats lay exposed.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I know they are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And he knows they are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His thumbs pull back, grinding against my paw\nas he works up to where my heel is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh.  Oh\ngosh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The more his fingers work, the stronger the\nmemory is of when I cleaned my feet.  My\nbreath catches as the sensations return and his simple touch builds\npleasure.  My heart beats faster and my\nears begin to lower.  I look up to see\nhim focused on his work, dark gray eyes carefully noting how my paw works and\nwhere he should touch to make it better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grew wet in response to the soft touch of\nhis rough hands and his intensity.  Mixed\nwith the memory of my own self-discovery, blood rushes down to my pussy and my\nlabia throbs with my heartbeat.  My\ntongue laps out to my nose and my hand toys with the bottom of my short.  Dull claws idly scratching my side and\npulling the shirt higher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He presses the tips of his other four fingers\nagainst the tops of my foot, scratching me while working his thumbs back to my\narch.  My tongue lays against the bottom\nof my mouth as my lips part.  The edges\nof my broad tongue rest against the outside of my muzzle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the corner of my eyes, I see my pussy.  I glance down and realize my tight running\nshorts have vacuumed sealed themselves to me. In my arousal, my folded lips\nhave become swollen and their outline are clearly visible.  Thick lips that brush my thighs even with my\nlegs spread.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A tiny wet spot lays at the center of the\nlips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I should probably stop him.  I should.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

His thumbs press into the leathery padding\nwhile his fingers pull against my toes. \nThey flatten and spread out to show wild tan fur between them and the\nbulbous black padding beneath every toe. \nIt’s hard to tell but I think my toes have shortened slightly while\nexpanding to handle claws and padding. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With every motion, my claws arch forward,\ntapping his hand while he works his metaphorical magic.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pulls himself closer to me, sliding his\nchair until my ankle rests high on his thigh. \nNoah hunches over to see more clearly as he caresses my furred toes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can feel his breath on my foot, warm and\nsoft.  His mouth is so close and I can’t\nhelp the memory surging forward once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hmm,” I say, pulling my tongue back\nin and breathing through my nose to hide the moan that so desperately wants\nout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Is it alright?” he asks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes,” I say quickly.  And then I close my mouth.  My claws dig into my thighs as he continues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The padding over my forefoot is nearly two\ninches thick and pure black with gray speckles. \nHe digs at it, pushing and tugging and pressing and my toes bulge\noutward, knuckles curling as he works from one side to the next.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wet spot has widened slightly.  My mouth opens once more and I began panting\nas my ears twitch and my face burns.  My\nears slice through my hair to lower as the heat builds within me.  His fingers slip over the padding and I turn\nmy head with an awkward coughing growl because it’s stupidly sensitive and I\nwant to whine like a dog.  My ears are\nflat and I’m leaning back more with another row of teats showing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then he trades feet and begins the\npleasurable torture once more.  Fingers\nto the sole, digging and clawing as he slides up to my heel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The memory returns again but it’s him now\nrather than me in my daydream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In my mind’s eye, I watch him lift my foot to\nkiss the padding.  He breathes out\nslowly, purposefully and his breath flows around the leathery skin, surrounding\nit before sliding beneath my fur to the bare skin below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While he methodically massages my foot, I see\nthe other<\/em><\/strong>\nhim bend and lift my foot.  He rubs his\ncheek against the soft fur on the curve of my arch and then his eyes open and\nhe stares up at me as he kisses the soft skin. \nI can almost feel<\/em><\/strong> the stubble on Erotic Daydream Noah’s face.  He ends at the padding and then smiles and\nkisses along the length of my foot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the real world, my claws dig painfully into\nmy thighs and a I grind my teeth while wrinkling the skin on the bridge of my\nmuzzle.  I lick my lips and stare at him\nas he rubs the heel of my real foot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I growl and my chest shoves forward but I try\nto hide the motion by bringing a paw up to my face to scratch the black\nwhiskers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Is that okay?” he asks, concern\nplain on his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes,” I tell him, gasping it out\nbefore clamping my jaw shut.  How can he not feel the raw arousal through\nthe link we’re sharing?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he had with the first time, he starts to\nwork towards my forefoot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can’t stop imagining the evil version of him\nkissing my sole once more until he reaches the dense padding. That version\nlooks up at me again, ensuring I see him before opening his mouth to drag<\/em><\/strong>\nhis tongue over the swollen skin.  I can\nalmost feel it, wet and warm as it flattens against me.  In the real world, he holds my toes, digging\nfingers in between the aching joints. \nHis free hand holds my foot steady.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Other Noah growls in my daydream.  I know that isn’t right but I don’t\ncare.  He finishes cleaning my padding\nand then smiles at me.  More teeth than\nhe should have.  But then he’s human\nagain with his scraggly, short beard and soft eyes and warm smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In my daydream, he pulls my foot up and\nnibbles on the bulging black skin beneath my first toe.  He kisses the fur on the side and then\nspreads the toe to lick between then, dragging his tongue against the tan fur.  His lips close on the longer fur and he makes\na little tugging motion with his head and then laughs.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ve completely lost what the real Noah is\ndoing at this point.  The heat has\novertaken me and I’m sweating a little bit with my ears down, tongue nearly\ntouching my chin and my hand clawing at my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The other, deviant<\/em>\nNoah groans, opens his mouth and my toe’s claw taps his teeth before he opens\nwider, taking my toe entirely in his mouth. \nHe suckles at it, holding my foot in place as the tip of his tongue\ncurls down and over the bulbous padding to the exposed skin at the bottom\nknuckle.  His tongue rocks back and\nforth, slipping and sliding over the soft, leathery skin until the fur on the\ntop of the toe is completely soaked.  He\npulls the toe free and it drags at his bottom lip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the real world once more, I slide my foot\nup his thigh until it touches his cock. \nThe wet spot between my thighs has spread to cover my swollen, aching\npussy lips completely.  He glances up at\nme sharply when I start to rub his limp cock back and forth, dragging my claws\nagainst it until it wakens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Noah’s dick twists and turns and I guide it,\npushing at it with my padding and spreading my toes to encircle it.  My toe rings catch the light as I stroke him\ncarefully, masturbating him with my foot. \nI press and it lays against his belly as it grows completely erect.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can almost imagine a sheath holding it in\nplace.  My big toe rubs the side of his\ncock and I squeeze my toes as my hips writhe, imagining him inside of me.  My claws drag against his clothing as I press\nand slide my foot, stroking him carefully down to the base of his cock and then\nup, holding the arm of my chair to anchor myself.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He opens his mouth to say something but I\nshake my head and my earrings jingle. I pull my foot back and stand, twisting\nmy hips as I take my shirt off and drop it beside me.  He looks up at me and I catch his eyes as I\nclaw down my side and then up to my teats, dragging my fingers against the\npiercings.  To show him.  To show him what I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My shorts are difficult to pull off, as tight\nas they are on my new body but I turn, tail raised to give him a show as I take\nthem off.  Down over the curve of my\nfurred ass and strands of my cum attach to them, snapping and clinging to my\nfur as I slide them over my thighs and calves, stepping lightly out of them and\nturning to face him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He reaches up for me but I shake my head and\ngrab his hands, holding them as I walk towards him, placing them to his side as\nI straddle his lap, leaning forward to brush my nipple against his lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I growl when he licks me and my nipple stirs\nas his hot breath surrounds the dark, sensitive skin. His hands raise but I\ngrowl again and hold him down as I grind against his pants.  My paws rest on the edge of the seat and I\nraise my muzzle in a quiet sighing moan while rocking my hips back and forth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


\nThe motion presses his pajamas down to expose his cock and I whine, leaning my\nhead forward to press my cheek against his when the tip slides against my\nsoaking wet pussy.  But I push past,\ngrinding against his girth while he struggles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He moves. \nI push but he’s stronger and he grabs my ass with one hand and the back\nof my hair with the other, pulling down hard while leaning forward to suck a\nnipple in his mouth.  He forces my ass\ndown against his cock while pushing up and with his hips.  Trying to enter me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You- ahhh-” I moan, grabbing the\nback of his neck when he bites my nipple. \nHe’s getting rougher and it’s turning me on so goddamn much.  Shoving harder while guiding me with his hand\non my ass.  It’s sliding up, squeezing\nand scratching until I feel it circle the base of my tail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I push back and stare at him with my ears\ndown.  I lick my lips and work my hips\nonce before licking his forehead and staring at him again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So,” I say with a smile.  My ears vibrate and twist before laying flat\nagain.  My ass grinds against him and he\ngrips my tail hard, forcing me to moan. \n“Do you want to fuck my pussy now that it looks like this?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sliding my ass back, I hold his shoulder and\nlean back.  He stares into my eyes, his\nexpression serious but I can feel the hunger pulsing through our\nconnection.  I moan and reach down with\nmy other hand, spreading my fingers over my pussy.  The jet black lips are distended and bulging\nin the shape of a spade.  My clit lies\nhidden beneath thick skin that meets in the center of my folded, swollen\nlabia.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The hand holding his shoulder reaches up to\ngrab the back of his hair.  I force his\nhead down as I slip a middle finger between my tight pussy lips.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Does the shape excite you?” I\nwhisper hoarsely as I spread my fingers and open the lips to show the\nglistening pink inside.  It takes an\nenormous amount of effort to not slip the finger inside to pleasure myself.  “Is this what-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without a word, he stands while holding me and\nthen kneels, setting me on the floor.  My\nlegs clamp to his waist with my paws hooked around the ankles as I stare up at\nhim, watching his eyes.  Watching the hunger<\/em> in them.  The pure raw need.  He shoves his pajamas down to his knees and\ngoes to one hand to lean over me.  I lick\nhis cheek as he guides himself into me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The head of his cock opens my pussy and I\nbuck, raising my ass with a high pitched whine. \nHe kisses the side of my muzzle and then pushes forward with a hissing\ngroan as I clamp down against him.  My\ntail thumps the floor beneath me and I cross my arms over the back of his neck\nto pull him down.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He enters me painfully slow, deeper and deeper\nuntil I feel his balls against my pussy. \nHis teeth are in the fur of my neck as he pulls out.  He bites and I moan, shivering when he kisses\nmy shoulder.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And in again, faster this time.  My claws dig into his back and I whine,\ntwisting my body to try to go to my stomach. \nBut, he holds me in place and slams back in.  When I try to pull him, he leans back, still\nin me and grabs my hands.  With one hand\naround both wrists, he pins them above my hand and slams<\/em><\/strong> into me hard enough\nthat my soaked pussy splatters against both of us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I arch my back as he starts to work\nfaster.  The emotions coming through the\nlink are a jumble.  Need.  Desire. \nBut at also concern.  A hint of\nworry for some reason but it’s blasted away by the raw lust that makes him\npound into me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We slide on the hardwood because of my slick\nfur but I barely notice because I can feel it coming.  He moves up, pulling my legs and suddenly the\nhead of his cock is pressing against the front of my pussy before sliding down,\nrubbing an insanely sensitive spot over and over.  I’m growling and whining and whimpering and\nclawing, scrambling at his back and the floor as I raise my hips to guide him\njust a bit higher and-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My fists slam against the ground and my hips\nshudder as I cum.  I pull him tight and\nbite his shoulder, my tongue writing against the patch of bare skin beside his\nneck while breathing through my nose until-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He comes and another orgasm slams into me as\nhe pulses within.  I feel his cock swell\nevery time he comes and it makes me grind my teeth while my tongue writhes in\nmy mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Noah collapses against me, spent and\npanting.  His sweat mixes with my fur but\nwe just lay together in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Slowly, he rolls, pulling me against his side\nas he goes to his back.  I whine when his\ncock pulls free and a load of his cum surges out of my pussy.  My thighs automatically rub together, marking\nmyself in his scent before I raise a leg to rest it on him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We lay like that for a while, enjoying the\nwarmth and comfort for each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes,” I whisper hoarsely.  I swallow and lick my lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He tilts his head to try to look down at me\nand his beard tickles my ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes?” he asks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The bond thing,” I say.  “Yes. \nI’ll do it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You have time,” he tells me\ngently.  “There’s-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,” I say, gently scratching\nagainst his shirt.  “I’ve made up my\nmind.  I want to know more.  I- I like you and I want to see this other\nworld.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re certain?” he asks.  I can feel the blur of emotions.  Excitement again but concerned still.  Anxious. \nRelief.  So many more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes,” I say, reaching down to toy\nwith his pubic hair.  He’s still\nhalf-hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’d need the collar,” he tells\nme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Would I really?” I tease.  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?  To see your faithful dog girl curled up on a\nbed on the floor with her collar, at your beck and call whenever you\nwant.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s not-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I laugh quietly and he growls.  It’s a bit arousing.  My tail swishes back and forth slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s in my purse,” I say, smiling\nand licking his neck.  “But not\nyet.  Lay with me a while.  Tell me about the world you live in.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m\nyours even without the collar,<\/em> I don’t tell him.  I knew it once I realized he was the voice I\nwas hearing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He starts to talk, slowly at first as he tries\nto find the right place to begin.  I lay\nquietly, attentively.  Interested.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yet a part of my mind wanders and I\nwondered whether there would be a leash to go with the collar.  I miss a bit of what he’s saying when I\nimagine that little fantasy and my claws go lower, squeezing him as I roll and\nkneel over him.  His voice slowly fades\nand I push back with a long, low growl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I thought you wanted to hear\nstories?” he asks, a little amused and a little frustrated.  But I can feel him growing hard once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There’s time,” I groan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I reach over to grab my shirt and hand it to\nhim, leaning in to his ear as I slide back, shoving the head of his cock\nagainst my pussy.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If you can tie my hands behind my\nback,” I whisper to him.  “I’ll\nlet<\/em><\/strong>\nyou fuck me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stares into my eyes for a moment and I lick\nmy lips, hungry for him.  Hungry for his\ncommand.  And a little scared.  That he’d find me abhorrent. That he’d find\nmy fantasies disturbing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Noah’s hand reaches up to caress my muzzle\nsoftly and then down, down to my throat. \nHe grips me tight and I hiss through my teeth as he sits up and pulls me\ndown, grabbing my hip.  The hand around\nmy neck releases me but then slips into my short hair before becoming a fist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turns me and pushes me to all fours, going\nabove me to whisper in my ear with a lowered voice.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,” he says.  “You’re my bitch now.  You’ll go and get your collar and bring it to\nme.  Now<\/strong>.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shudder, pressing up and into him,\npositively drooling at the command in his voice.  At the insinuation.  I wait for him to release me and then stand,\nwalking quickly to the back to find my purse. \nMy hands shake as I unzip it and I squeeze my thighs together as more\ncum leaks free, mixing with the fur on my legs. \nI grab the studded collar and then rush back, eyes down while licking my\nlips.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kneel,” he says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I do. \nHead bowed with the collar in my heads, holding it up for him.  He takes it and gently wraps it around my\nneck.  I can feel the soft leather\nbacking as it lays against my neck.  And\nthen tightens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eyes flutter and I moan when my legs go\nweak.  He tightens the collar and then\nkisses my ear which flicks at his breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Bitches should be on all fours,” he\nwhispers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes,” I gasp, dropping to my hands\nand knees, trembling.  Waiting for his\ntouch.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stands instead and I whine.  My tail dips and I watch as he goes to the\nfireplace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chief’s leash hangs from a golden hook on the\nwall and he takes it down, folding it in half as he comes to me.  I’m panting and occasionally shaking, barely\nable to hold a coherent thought in my head as he withholds his touch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The folded leash strikes my ass and I\nhowl.  It isn’t hard but it’s unexpected\nas fuck.  And incredibly hot.  My ass shakes and I spread my knees, biting\nat my lips and then barking when the rough leash strikes against my other ass\ncheek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ll have to teach you discipline,”\nhe says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to laugh at him and rebel but I\ncan’t.  I can’t.  I can barely think and the part of me that’s\nstill there wants to do whatever he wants. \nGod.  God, I’ve waited for this\nforever and it’s more than I thought it’d be. \nThe dominance is intoxicating.  I\nfeel his body heat as he kneels next to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The leash clicks in place on my collar and he\npulls, forcing my head up while grabbing my hip at the same time.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes, fuck, yes, please, please,” I\nwhine, shoving back, rocking my sore ass against his cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And,” he gasps, angling his body\nuntil the head of his cock presses against my pussy.  I’m dripping wet and so incredibly hot.  “If you’re a good girl, I’ll get your\nown leash.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Anything!” I scream, trying to\nshove back but he grips the leash to hold me tight.  “I’ll do anything, please!  Oh god, please yes, slap my ass and push me\ndown and fuck me until I’m begging and whining and treat me like your bitch\nand-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The collar tightens, cutting off my incoherent\nbabbling.  He makes a fist with the leash\nand presses it down in the mane on the back of my neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Mount. \nMe,” I gasp.  And he\ndoes.  His cock is harder than before and\nit opens me, the head bumping against every ridge and whorl inside my greedy\npussy.  I squeeze him tightly and whine\nas my tail lay against his body.  My\nclaws dig into the ground beneath me while I raise my ass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still holding my leash, he goes to his hands\nand feet and fucks me.  The position\ndrives me wild, both the implication of it as well as the way his cock presses\ndown before sliding deep inside.  I’m\nwhimpering with each thrust as his ballsack slaps against my engorged, folded\npussy lips.  He grunts, words lost to him\nas he focuses on what he’s doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ah- ah- ah-  Mmm-” I groan, trying to speak as the\norgasm builds within me.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s sudden and sharp and my eyes widen.  My muzzle thrusts back, furred cheek rubbing\nagainst his stubble as I howl, loud and long as my pulsing, aching pussy\nsqueezes Noah’s cock over and over.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck, I’m- I’m gonna,” he gasps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Do it, please do it, please.  Fill me,” I moan, shoving back and then\nrocking my hips as I build up the rhythm once more.  “Fill me, oh god yes fill me with your cum.  Breed me like your-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He comes with a harsh grunt.  His teeth find my neck and he bites hard\nwhich pushes me over the edge again<\/em><\/strong> and I collapse beneath him,\nteeth chattering as I jerk and twist with the little aftershocks.  I’m lost in it.  Drifting in the warm glow of my orgasm.  My brain hums loudly and I spasm but the\nweight of him on top of me keeps me in place. \nThe collar and leash hold me in place and I’m reminded of them.  And it’s so fucking hot.  I grip his cock tight, trembling at the\nthought of it.  At being his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turn and lick his face tiredly, my eyelids\nheavy from exhaustion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And maybe a dog bed, too,” Noah\nsays quietly, a million miles away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ain’t sleeping.  At the. \nThe foot of your bed,” I say weakly, drifting closer to sleep.  “Not. \nNot.  Not…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I would. \nI know I would.  As I drift off to\nsleep, exhausted from the events of the day with my muscles relaxed, I groan at\nthe thought of being forced to sleep on a dog bed after being a brat.  Begging to be let back into bed.  My own leash tugging me up and holding me in\nplace while I suck his cock for the privilege of sleeping with him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whatever he wanted.  But he’ll have to make me.  And I’ll enjoy every moment of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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