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Anthromagus: Chapter 7

“Ugh…”  Kelly rolled over in bed, burying her face in a pillow as she desperately tried to ignore the potent, feminine sensations swelling within her voluptuous form.  Why did this have to happen?  Why did she simultaneously hate, adore, and want to serve Peter of all people?  To top it off, why wasn’t she more freaked out over what happened?  In the last few hours, she was made aware that magic of some kind exists and turned from a man into a horny dog woman.  Shouldn’t she be experiencing an existential crisis by this point?

Instead, she was flooded with horniness and deep, penetrating arousal that shook her on a primal, visceral level.  There was nothing else on her mind other than the prospect of getting fucked, with more rational thoughts getting pushed to the wayside.

“Ugggggh!”  She groaned more loudly as her tail swished and thumped upon the bed.  She had left the realm of being frustrated and was now getting straight-up pissed. “I-- I have to do something,” she muttered with a canine whine.  She pulled her blanket away, exposing her already nude, fur covered form.

Unable to resist her urges, she dipped a shaky hand beneath her waist and pressed two fingers into her quivering, steamy sex.  “Ahhhh…” She moaned as she parted her labia and brushed against her clit.  Her pussy was still something strange and foreign, but the positive feedback loop of female self-pleasure made it impossible to resist.  Everything was so sensitive-- so wet and sensual.  Without wasting any more time, she rubbed her clit in circles, her tail swishing from beneath her while low, whimpering moans flowed from her lips.

‘I-- I can’t be too loud…’  She thought to herself as she tried to stifle the sounds coming from her mouth.  Why was this body so hard to control?  Why couldn’t it just obey her at all times?  Maybe she’d learn in time and-- ‘Oh…’ She squeaked and gasped as an orgasm pulsed through her vulva and lower body, causing her hips to jerk.  This was way more intense than anything she could have ever hoped for prior to turning female.  However, as she lost herself in the pleasure, something felt-- disappointing?  Was she losing her mind, or was masturbation genuinely not good enough?

She gritted her teeth and slid two fingers lower, pushing them into her vagina as her vaginal muscles quivered and grasped the invading digits.  The feeling of penetration was still quite alien to her, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it immensely.  So this is what all those women used to fuck felt?  Is this why they enjoyed it so much?

She pushed her fingers in and out, curling them toward her upper vaginal wall while using her thumb to stimulate her clit.  It felt good-- it most certainly did.  But, was it enough?  Could such paltry attempts to relieve her needs truly satiate the wellspring of desire bubbling not only within her loins, but within her very soul?  Every fiber of her being screamed for more.  For a type of pleasure she couldn’t find on her own.

“Dammit!”  She whined, pulling her hand away as she lay sprawled on the bed, panting like a dog in heat.  That analogy might be a bit too on the nose, but she certainly felt like it.  She thought back to the warehouse, when she got to enjoy a good, vigorous pounding by Peter, who gladly dominated and filled her from behind.  As she reminisced on the sensation of his thick, hardened cock spreading her insides apart, her clit and pussy ached in response.  

‘No-- I can’t…  I don’t want to have sex with him,’ she told herself unconvincingly while biting her lower lip in frustration.

Peter laid on the couch with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.  Despite feeling exhausted, his racing mind and heart refused to let him rest.  What would he do with this newfound magic knowledge?  Were there entire communities of magic users hiding in the shadows?  Was he one of a few in the world that could use it?  Was it taboo?  What was he supposed to do with this newfound knowledge?

“Too much…”  he sighed, rolling onto his side and sliding a hand under his pillow.  There was so much to consider and think about; sometimes it didn’t help to have a lot of options.  Maybe he’d be able to get some sleep soon and hopefully not have weird, troubling nightmares all night interrupting his rest.

Before he could start to drift off, he noticed strange noises coming from somewhere close.  “Mmm…”  He stirred fully awake, breaking free of his half-sleep stupor.  After sitting up and rubbing his eyes with a yawn, he glanced toward his bedroom door, now knowing for sure that the noises were coming from that direction.  What was that, though?  Sounds of distress?  Whimpering and crying?  From here, he couldn’t tell.

Maybe Peter shouldn’t have cared, but for some reason or another, he didn’t want Kelly to feel bad.  The thought of her sobbing alone bothered him on some level he couldn't quite explain.  ‘Guess I’ll check on her,’ he mused, standing to his feet as he quietly moved toward his bedroom.

“A-- Ahwoo…” A strained, low whining emanated from the bedroom.

Perhaps Peter was a little dense, but the first thing his mind jumped to was Kelly being in some sort of pain or trouble.  He glanced toward the door and saw it cracked ever so slightly, beckoning for him to make a move.  “Kelly…”  He said quietly as he placed his hand on the doorknob and pushed, the door creaking open a few inches.

Expecting the worst, Peter peered into the room and his heart nearly stopped.  With adrenaline surging through him, he stared at an erotic sight he hadn’t expected, but likely should have.  Kelly was completely bare on his bed, her tail swishing about as she attempted to push her police baton into her pussy.  Her vulva quivered as she whined and moaned, the phallic object penetrating her while slipping about in her trembling grasp.  “G-- Get in there…” She whined in frustration, using her free hand to squeeze her breast and pinch her nipple.  All the while, her shaky hips pressed downward, desperately trying to aid in the filling of her aching sex hole between her legs.

Peter stared, utterly transfixed as arousal started bubbling within him.  Seeing such a sultry, voluptuous being pleasuring herself was enough to nearly drive him mad.  It didn’t help that her feminine musk filled the room, her pheromones tantalizing his senses. Without thinking, he pushes the door open farther, stepping in to get a better look at the gorgeous, feminine being pleasuring herself before him.  ‘Holy shit…’ 

Amidst her self-pleasure, Kelly noticed the guest and glances over to him.  There’s only the briefest moment of embarrassment, and before the urge to tell him to leave kicked in, her hormones took over first.  The baton was inadequate-- it didn’t do nearly enough to satiate the burning lust within her.  She recalled getting pounded by Peter and how full that made her feel-- how fulfilled, excited, and loved.  “Y-- You!”  She yelled  with a mix of anger and need.

Peter’s cheeks flushed furiously as he put his hand up.  “I-- I’m sorry…  I thought-- I thought you might be hurt,” he stammered.

“This is your fault!”  Kelly cried in frustration.  “You-- you have to take responsibility!  Fuck me…  Come here and fuck me-- make me cum so I can get some damned sleep!”  She demanded, a pleading look in her eyes.

Peter froze in place, trying to think of the best course of action.  He was already incredibly horny, but he felt like a deer caught in headlights.  Should he just crawl into bed and fuck her right there?

“For Christ’s sake,” Kelly grunted, sliding the police baton out and tossing it to the floor.  She then stood up from bed and walked up to Kelly with a sultry hip sway, staring straight into his eyes.

Before Peter could comprehend what was happening, Kelly’s hands were on him.  His shirt was cast to the side while his boxers slid to the floor, his erection springing free as Kelly eyed his cock with an expression of pure, unfettered lust.  He felt her lithe, feminine hand grasp his and pull him to the bed before pushing him down on his back.

“Lay on your back-- stay still for me; you’ll know when to start moving,” the dog woman insisted, leaving no room for compromise.  ‘God-- why am I doing this?  Why am I so fucking horny?...  Is this how women always feel?’ She could hardly contain herself as she crawled into bed and started to position herself.

“H-- Holy shit, okay,” was all Peter could muster in response, shifting slightly as his cock twitched and ached.  He couldn’t tell her no even if he wanted to.  When her soft hand grasped the base of his shaft, he gasped and felt a throb pulse through his manhood, causing him to grasp the bedsheet in his left hand.  Seconds later, Kelly’s crotch descended, the head of his penis pressing into her warm,s lick labia and upward toward her vagina.

“A-- Ahhh…”  Kelly moaned as she felt the head press into her pussy and press upward.  Her vagina quivered and stretched to fit her prize, the tight feeling of tension within her bringing her an immense sense of glee.  She knew it was a precursor to much greater sensations to come.

“Fuck…”  Peter moaned as Kelly’s tight, hot pussy enveloped his manhood, her crotch inching closing to his pelvis as he sank into her.  It was as if her vagina knew exactly how to lease a man, twitching, and convulsing in ways that squeezed and tantalized his cock.  His hips instinctively jerked and pushed upward, his dick sliding all the way up to the hit and just barely brushing against her cervix.  It felt so good-- so fucking tight and incredible.

“A-- Ahwooooo!” Kelly howled in delight as she was filled completely, her crotch finally pressing against her mate’s.  Without wasting any time, she leaned forward, resting her hands on his shoulders as she started grinding and rocking her hips back and forth, rising very slightly and descending while doing so.  The sensation of his cock shifting, pulsing and penetrating her with the motion caused her pussy to tingle with delight, the pressure within her slowly building.

Peter placed his hands on her hips and let out a low gasp, adjusting with her motion and thrusting upward  when her hips pressed upwards and down against his crotch.  His penis writhed and tingled, tension building within his turgid member.  Watching the sultry dog woman bounce and grind against him was enough to make any semblance of rational thought melt away from his mind.  Why fight it?  He was getting laid by a feisty, fiercely sexy woman who wanted him badly enough to pin him to the bed and fuck him.  It was any man’s dream to be in a scenario like this.  “D-- Damn, this is incredible,” he muttered in disbelief.

“Ah…  Ahhh…”  Kelly purred and moaned as a first orgasmic pulse rippled through her pussy.  She increased the speed, grinding harder and faster while another orgasm consumed her.  She saw stars and her whole body tingled with hot, milky bliss.  How could she ever go back to being male when sex was infinitely better as a woman?  The more she gave into her feminine desires, the more distant being a man seemed, even if the change was mere hours earlier.

The two continued fucking in tandem, their rhythm matching perfectly as both participants trembled, panted, and moaned.  Eventually, Kelly felt her climax coming and grasped her mate even tighter, picking up the frantic pace as her whole body trembled with anticipation.

Peter pushed up hard just as Kelly let out a loud howl, marking the beginning of the end.  As her vagina spasmed and quivered, he joined her climax, continuing to push and thrust against her hips as he hit his limit.  Pure euphoria consumed him as hot, sticky semen shot into his mate.  They climaxed together, letting out their respective cries of bliss while pressing their hips together to remain locked as one.

‘I-- I could get used to this, fuck,’ Peter thought to himself as Kelly howled and whimpered above him, panting lewdly as she basked in  the pleasure still rushing through her like a raging river.

Eventually, Kelly removed herself from Peter’s manhood and shifted over, collapsing into the bed next to him before instinctively cuddling up against him, resting her head on his chest.  “Mmmm…”  She mumbled under her breath, making no attempt to fight her feminine instinct to cuddle against her strong male mate for warmth and protection.

Peter made no attempt to fight it either.  He put an arm around her and held her gently, letting her rest against him as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the afterglow.  Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, so he would accept the peaceful slumbering quickly falling over him.

CHAPTER END

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