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The man watches as the young woman in professional clothing times her escape.\u00a0 He can see it in her face – the wicked smile and the constant glances as she finishes her food.\u00a0 And it wasn’t the first time he’d spotted her, no.\u00a0 He often dined around town during his lunch break and she’d shown up in two other restaurants around the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He spills his salt as she takes a gulp of her\nwine.  She refills the glass with what\nwas left in the bottle while he traces a pattern in the salt.  Once it complete, he leans forward to blow\nthe salt towards her.  And then he sits\nback to enjoy his meal while keeping an eye on the woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She is slim of hips and chest in a navy blue\npencil skirt that reaches below her knees. \nHer shirt is white, long sleeved and buttoned and she wears tan high\nheels.  Her long, platinum blonde hair is\ntied up and secured with lacquered chopsticks. \nAs he watches, she wipes her faint red lips with her napkin before\nasking for the check.  Her eyes watch the\ndoor as the waiter arrives with the bill and collects her empty plates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the waiter leaves and the host’s\nattention is elsewhere, she takes her chance. \nShe stands, casually walks to the front, reaches into the tip jar and\nwithdraws a handful of cash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then she steps out into the busy sidewalk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He takes his time finishing his food and gives\nan overly generous tip along with compliments to the chef.  With a smile for the staff at the front, he\nleaves enough of a tip in the jar to replace what was stolen and then follows\nthe woman into the mid-day warmth of the sun. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She wasn’t too far, according to his spell,\nbut he doesn’t bother chasing her down. \nInstead, he walks to the nearest alley and steps into the shadow with a\nquiet whisper.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman nearly screams when he appears at\nher shoulder.  Her hand goes to her pale\nthroat and her eyes widen as she glances around the nearly empty street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Wha-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Why do you do it?” he asks,\nhonestly curiously.  He’s come up with\nseveral reasons beforehand but can’t be certain, despite the large number of\nyears he’s been alive to witness the various mannerisms of the people stumbling\naround him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Why-? \nWho are you?” she stuttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Nobody of importance.  Not to you,” he replies.  “Answer the question.  Why do you do it?  Are you poor? \nI doubt it, based on the places you’ve stolen from but I’m struggling to\nunderstand why you do it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you the police?” she asks as\nthe faint red in her cheeks was swallowed by the pale whiteness of fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He gestures at himself slowly.  “Do I look like the police?  Please don’t make me ask again.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman licks her lips, glances around and\nthen sneers at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Because I can,” she tells him.  “Of course I could afford their shitty\nfood but where’s the fun in that<\/em><\/strong>?  I get a thrill out of it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He cocks his head but nods, disappointed that\nit was the most obvious reason.  Her eyes\nare as green as the malice that seems to poison her.  “You don’t even keep the money you\nsteal, do you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The dollars?” she asks and then\nlaughs with her hand against her chest. \n“Why the hell would I keep a few dollars?  If they’re lucky, there’s maybe twenty in the\njar every time.  I do keep it and it pays\nfor what I don’t take.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I see,” he says, thinking to\nhimself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Now kindly fuck off,” she tells\nhim, turning to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, miss?” he calls out.  She turns and his fingers dance against his\npalm.  With a flick of his wrist, he\nholds a thin leather necklace out towards her. \nShe takes it by reflex but it vanishes as her fingers brush the\nmaterial.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How-?”  she looks at her fingers and then at\nhis.  He can tell she wants to ask him\nwhat the trick is but her pride and anger hold her back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman stalks off without another word,\nunaware of the thin collar secured around her neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ll be at Talley Park this same time\ntomorrow,” he calls out to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rather than answer, she flips him off without\na backwards glance and his answering smile is almost impossible to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stares at herself in the mirror, frozen in\nfear.  The necklace the man held is\nattached to her throat.  She didn’t even\nfeel it until she was home in her small but well-appointed apartment.  A small blank metal square is attached to it\nand there’s a simple buckle holding it in place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her fingers reach for the buckle and she pulls\nthe end through the loop but the prong refuses to budge.  Her nails dig under it and she tries to force\nit but it’s as if it was welded to the frame itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stands and walks into her kitchen with the\nbuckle turned to the front of her throat. \nAs she walks, she scratches the itch forming along her collarbone.  She can feel the pleasurable sensation down\nto her toes and her nails dig in deep until she stands before her sink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman rummages through her drawers and\npulls a fork from within.  She lays it\nagainst the buckle carefully and pulls with her chin raised.  The collar tightens against her throat but\nrefuses to come undone.  She slams the\nfork down with a frustrated cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, stupid, stupid,” she says,\nscratching herself behind the ear with a happy sigh.  She reaches into the draw and pulls the\nscissors free.  The edge of the scissors\nslide against her throat and she shivers. \nShe rubs them against her, scratching the fine white hairs that coat her\npale, perfect skin.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, she slips the scissors under the\ncollar and snips.  The scissors buck in\nher hand as if she’s trying to cut pure steel. \nShe tries again but the blades refuse to close completely.  After a third abortive try, she growls and\nthrows the scissors across the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her heart races and cold sweat slides down her\nchest.  She scratches her breastbone\nthrough her thin top and then rubs the tips of her ears between her fingers\nwhile staring at the scissors.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She feels it in her throat, first.  A beat in time with her heart.  Like a growing seed, it blossoms warmly and\nits roots dig through her veins until she shivers from the unnatural heat\nsuffusing her. The gasp that escapes her lips is entirely unexpected and she\npresses the palm of her hand against her mound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It takes every ounce of her willpower to\nignore what her body is begging for.  And\nyet she has to snatch her hand away when she realizes her fingertips are toying\nwith her clit.  She’s not asexual by any\nmeans but she’s never felt the urge so powerfully before.  A long string lovers have disappointed her –\noften due to her own control and demand, although she’d never admit to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She moves and feels her panties sticking to\nher thighs, thick with her own juices. \nHer breath issues forth and she glances into her bedroom, not towards\nthe closet where she keeps her toys but towards the pillows lining her\nbed.  She can picture herself humping\nthem, grinding against them until-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Shit!” she screams, pulling at her\nhair.  She presses against the wall and\nslides down with her knees pulled up. \nPanting.  Her tongue hangs freely\nfrom her mouth and she has to suck it in to swallow an excess of spit.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tips of her ears curl slightly to hang\ndown.  She scratches them and then\nfreezes as she feels fine hairs between her fingers.  Her green eyes widen.  She pulls at the hairs and they tug painfully\nagainst her skin and she barks out in pain before covering her mouth with her\ndelicate hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With her hands against her mouth, she feels\nher lips press into her palms and a deep ache forms in her jaw.  Teeth slide against teeth and her mouth is\nforced open by lengthening canines.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her tongue is too thick for her mouth to\neasily contain.  She opens it, swallows\nand then licks at her nose.  She can feel\nthe slobber her long tongue has left behind so she wipes at it and then cleans\nthe back of her hand with her wide tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she places her hands on the cold tile to\nhelp her stand up, she feels a curious lack of feeling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh! Oh god, no!”  She whispers, glancing at her palms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The skin between the knuckles of her fingers\nis discolored, a darker pink than the soft white surrounding them.  She watches as the wide swath of skin near\nthe base of her thumbs swells and darkens, pink turning to gray and then\nblack.  Large bumps form beneath the base\nof each of her fingers.  She touches them\nand feels the soft leathery texture as it bubbles up around her finger tip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then pain. \nTiny trickles of blood drip from her fingertips.  She hisses and sucks at her fingers, washing\nthem over and over as if to lick away the pain. \nUntil she feels the thick, hardened tips press against her tongue.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman pulls her hand free slowly, sure of\nwhat she’ll see.  Short, curved black\nclaws line the tips of each swollen first finger joint.  Her fingertips are nearly bulbous in order to\ncontain the claws and the larger bones needed to anchor them.  Her mind blanks as she stares at them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beyond her unseeing eyes, white fur shifts her\nblouse as it creeps up from her chest to her shoulders.  It’s sparse and thin but hides her skin and\nshe whines quietly as the hairs pull and twist together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The heat within her is no longer just due to\nthe need to mate as her coat sets in. \nShe shivers, snapping out of her trance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Christ! \nJesus Christ!” she shouts when she spies the nearly silver\nhairs.  She twists and turns and pulls\nand snaps buttons she struggles out of her top until she’s left with her bra\ncovering her breasts.  The white fur\ndarkens to brown and black near her sides. \nShe shrugs her shoulders and moans as she feels it creeping along her\nback in a not unpleasant sensation.  Her\nchest flexes outward and her claws scrape the tile until a traitorous hand runs\nup her side to squeeze her own breast beneath her bra.  The bra slips up over her silky short fur\nuntil both hardened, pink nipples stand free, surrounded by a sea of luxurious\nfur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pain explodes in her back and she’s shoved\nforward to her hands and knees with a surprised barking yelp.  Her skirt pulls tight, digging into her sides\nas bones shift within her hips.  Nerves\nand muscles form within and her slim hips expand into luscious curves to make\nroom for her growing tail. She presses her cheek to the tile with a gasp as the\nnerves in her tail connect to her spine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She can feel<\/em><\/strong> it moving now.  The stubby tip swishes against the edge of\nher skirt.  Reaching back, she bites her\nlips as she touches it and feels her touch in return.  She squeezes it and hates that it feels\ngood.  Hates that she can’t help but tug\nat it and feel herself grow more excited. \nA few hairs line the mostly hairless tail but she lets go before her\nfingers can betray her again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The backs of her hands have lines of white fur\nalong the knuckles of side of her palms. \nShe watches as more erupts along her forearm and she touches a clawed\nfinger against the long hairs.  Curiosity\ntemporarily replaces horror and disgust as her body adjusts.  She pinches the fur with thickly padded\nfingers and then looks down at her feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman kicks her shoes off and then\nbreathes a sigh of relief at her slim, perfect feet – until she spots white and\nbrown hairs poking through her sheer stockings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her nostrils flare and drool escapes the\ncorner of her lips.  A sharp, erotic\nscent forces her to moan and spread her legs. \nShe bends forth, snuffling hard until she realizes it’s due to her\njuices clinging to the short fur creeping up her thighs.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She’s tasted herself and smelled her fingers\nafter masturbating but the smell is different and something clicks in her\nmind.  Some new animalistic instinct that\nlocks in the scent as “hers”.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Paws reach forward to slowly pull the hem of\nher skirt back.  She opens her mouth wide\nto dangle her tongue as her claws scrape against sensitive thighs.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I- I shouldn’t,” she gasps, hanging\nher head.  “Pleeeeease.  Noooo.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But she continues to pull it back until her\nlegs are bare.  A tiny line of brown fur\nmarches down from her brow to the bridge of her upturned nose.  It fans out and then lightens to white as it\nraces down to cover her cheeks.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“God, no, I’m not- I’m not this,”\nshe whispers, lowering her head.  She\nsighs and moans and her claws sink into the soft, furred undersides of her\nthighs.  Her tongue unrolls and the heat\npermeates her as if were leaking into every pore of her body.  Thoughts became hazy the more she breathes in\nuntil she finds herself relaxing and bending further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She slams her paws against the ground with a\nfrustrated bark and then stands, stumbling against the wall.  The solid, cold foundation supports her and\ngives her strength and she leans into it while walking into the bedroom.  She tries to pull her bra down over her\nbreasts and then growls, slipping them free and throwing them to the side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bed offers her comfort and seclusion.  She slips beneath the thick comforter and\npulls it tight against her body.  Her\nclaws tear tiny holes in the fabric and she bites her lips at the way it moves\nagainst her slick, short fur.  Worse, she\nfeels her tail slowly moving back and forth and the sensation sends shivers\ndown her spine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she closes her eyes, she can feel her\nfloppy brown ears continue to lengthen. \nThe thin skin tickles the fur along her cheek and drives little sparks\ndown her belly.  Echoes of pleasure ping\nfrom her lower stomach but she refuses to explore.  Instead, she focuses internally on blocking\nthe urge to rut.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Minutes later, she forces her head free of the\nblanket with a gasp as her continued arousal floods her tiny enclosure with her\nscent.  She groans and growls and moans\nand whines, unconsciously rubbing her chest and stomach back and forth against\nthe bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe,<\/em> she thinks, her eyes squeezed shut. \nMaybe I should just\nmasturbate.  Maybe- maybe it’ll pass if I\norgasm.  I can’t- I can’t think\nstraight.  I can’t think through it.  I just need to get off and it’ll stop.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her chest is pounding and she licks her lips\nwhile she sits up.  Her white nose is\ndark pink with streaks of gray and the arch leading up to her face is\nstraighter as the bones rearrange within. \nVeins of brown lines emerge from her green eyes when she tries to  unzip her skirt.  Her nose crinkles and her lips pull back when\nshe growls in frustration.  Finally, she\nhooks a single claw into the hole of the pull tab and undoes herself.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She leans forward, gasping as her erect\nnipples slide against her pillow.  With\none hand, she reaches back and snaps her panties free.  She glances to the closet and her wide tongue\nlashes against her black, pebbled nose as she whines at how far away her toys\nare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Panting, she grabs a second pillow and shoves\nit between her thighs.  She squeezes it\nand grabs her headboard, dipping her ass and hips down and back.  The pillow is immediately drenched and she\nbites her arm as she finally receives some relief from the heat within.  The young woman whines again, licking the red\nspots where her fangs have marked her furred arm.  Slowly, as she moves, she finds a rhythm to\nher movements that matches her changed body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her pussy lips are puffy and swollen from her\narousal and she jerks every time her clit rubs against the pillow.  She closes her brown eyes and plays with the\nruff of fur surrounding her mound, pulling and tugging at the hairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She can feel him there, hot breath against her\nfurred cheeks, dew claws at her sides and frantic, erratic pumping while he\ntries to enter her.  Both of them growing\nmore and more frustrated at his attempt to mate until he slips inside of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fireworks explode and pain shoots through her\nthroat at her harsh, loud bark as she sprays her bed and pillow in her\nexcitement.  The smell drives her harder\nand she works through the aftershocks and shaky legs, slowly building to another\norgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her puffy lips harden and fold and her clit\nshifts with a series a clicks.  The lips\npress together as short, gray hairs erupt to cover them.  Clear liquid seeps from her changed\npussy.  Each rocking motion pulls her\nlips open briefly to expose the pink tightness within.  The bones continue to creak and pop and she\nlowers herself as her sex shifts upwards slightly, readying her to be mounted\non all fours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claws tear at the bed and she bites her\npillow, shaking it back and forth as another powerful orgasm reaches a peak\nwithin her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She bays, long and loud as her furred ass\nshakes.  Her stubby tail quivers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Has to-” she pants, licking the\npillow she’d bitten.  “Has to\nstop.  Eventually.  Has to. \nHas to get better.  Has to.  God, it has to.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sweat rolls down the thick black and brown fur\nalong her back as she forces her pussy back against the pillow again and again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cold afternoon light fills the park.  A few children laugh and scream and chase\neach other as she makes her way through the winding paths.  Every so often, she stops and sniffs the air\nbut she keeps her face hidden and her paws in the pockets at the front of the\nhoodie.  It belonged to an ex boyfriend\nbut she can’t even remember his name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her feet hurt in the expensive trainers she\nwears and her thighs rub against her strange her sex.  She’s wearing oversized exercise pants but\nher panties kept digging into the folded lips so she’s bare.  And wet. \nAnd hot.  And distracted with\nevery movement or her wider hips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

She can smell him.  A new part of her brain recognizes his scent\njust as it stored her new smell.  It’s\nslowly building a file on every smell she comes across and it’s mixing oddly with\nher memory of faces, entangling the two so that smells immediately bring up a\nmemory of the person or place as if she were standing right there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He watches with a smile as she approaches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ve always loved beagles,” he\ntells her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Change me back!” she demands, the\nwords feeling odd with her teeth and tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Sit,” he nods.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Change me back,” she growls, hating\nthe way it sounds and feels.  “I\ncan’t- the heat is too much to bear.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please, sit,” he says.  “Let’s be civilized.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She does so, slowly, on the beach next to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,” he tells her.  “No, that’s for people.  You’ll sit there, on the ground next to\nme.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I won’t!” she snarls.  It quickly turns to a whine as her jaw\ncrunches and shifts forward, dragging her nose flat.  She’d thought she was finished changing but\nher paws go to her new muzzle and she whines again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then you’ll get nothing from me,”\nhe tells her with a shrug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She swallows the words she was about to say\nand lowers herself to kneel on the ground in front of him.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please,” she says breathlessly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ll allow you the clothes,” he\ntells her.  He gestures at her feet.  “But you’ll wear no shoes.  You’ve no need of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please don’t do this,” she begs\nhim.  God,\nhe smells so good.  His cock is- No!  Goddammit! No!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ll quickly learn that you hold\nnothing over me,” he says.  She\nglances up to his shockingly blue eyes. \nThey’re as endless as they are deep and she forces herself to look away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sits and undoes her laces as quickly as\nher clawed, swollen fingers allow. \nDespite her protestations, she breathes a sigh of relief as her aching\nfeet are freed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good,” he tells her and she curses\nunder her breath as her tail waggles in reply. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman grabs her feet when the sensation of\nsharp needles dive into them.  She cries\nout, feeling the bones moving beneath her grasp as the toes bulge and shift,\npushing slightly forward while her toenails pop off one-by-one.  Dark claws pierce the tops of her toes,\ncurving as they anchor themselves to her bones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It hurts,” she yelps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’ll pass,” he shrugs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The skin beneath her toes and along the balls\nof her feet harden into calluses.  She\nmassages them while blinking away tears and the flesh balloons outward,\nsoftening as it expands.  As with her\nfingers, the white flesh darkens and then turns gray before becoming overwhelmed\nwith black.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“They’ll see me,” she complains,\nglancing around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And what will they see?” he asks,\nspreading his arms.  “Do you think\nthey’ll believe you’re turning into a dog in front of their eyes?  No, people see what they want.  Even if they do<\/em><\/strong> notice you, they’ll\ncome up with a hundred excuses for what you are.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tip of her tail slides against the thick\nfur coat over her back.  Her hoodie\nbulges and she feels the cold air against the skin before fur consumes it.  She reaches back to hide it but her tail\nslips free, thick and strong, to wag behind her.  The woman twists and shoves, trying to make\nit stay still until she finally slips it beneath the band of her pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ve- you’ve made your point,”\nshe tells him, surprised that she can still speak clearly through her thick\nmuzzle.  “Please.  Please, you have to turn me back.  I can’t live like this.  I can’t work like this.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead of answering, he stands and looks down\nat her.  Her long, floppy ears are held\ndown and flat against her head, submissive and sad.  She touches the collar on her throat and\nstares up at him with her soulful brown eyes and her thick, furrowed and furred\nbrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ll change you back,” he tells\nher.  Her tail rips free of her pants to\nwag fiercely behind her.  “In time.  Come.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He steps away and then pauses to look back at\nher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I- I won’t,” she says defiantly,\npushing at her tail again.  “I’ll-\nI’ll work from home and-  And, I’ll-  I’ll-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ll learn obedience,” he says\nsternly.  “Under my guidance, you’ll\nlearn to respect me and those around you. \nYou’ll get a taste of how you’ve used people until you’ve truly earned\nyour humanity.  Now come<\/em><\/strong>.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stands, unfurling herself slowly with her\nhead down to hide her face.  And she\nwalks forward begrudgingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good,” he tells her warmly.  “That’s my good girl.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She growls as her tail wags and the heat\nbegins pulsing within, reminding her that it never left her.  And yet, she follows him, anxious to please\nand hating herself for it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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