(Man to Female Poodle)
“Come on, guys. Do I really need to do this?” Michael scowled at the partygoers, running a hand through his close-cropped hair. He sent a nervous glance to Tom, who simply shot him a helpless smirk. Ass. Michael hadn’t even wanted to go to this frat party, but of course Tom had convinced him. And of course, this led to him playing one-on-one beer pong, which led to him being skunked, which led to… this.
Michael gripped the leather band in his hands a little tighter. It was an odd house rule, and one that Michael had no plan to make good on. At least, he hadn’t once he’d first heard it. But the crowd was being rather convincing, and he had just downed twenty cups of beer. Even if it was cheap, it was taking a toll on his better senses, and the crowd had started to cheer his name…
Michael looked back down to the offending article. It was a pink dog collar with ‘Fifi’ emblazoned proudly on a tag shaped like a dog’s bone. Apparently, whoever had gotten skunked would have to act like Beta Upsilon Lambda’s pet for the rest of the night: ‘The Bitch of the BULldogs’. It sounded a lot like something they’d reserve for the girls who thought they were hot shit at pong… Much like Michael had one embarrassing defeat ago.
He sighed, and the crowd started up a chant of “Put! It! On!” They continued to repeat themselves, and Michael looked up again to find Tom had left the room. So much for solidarity. Michael sighed, looking around at the sea of people he’d just met tonight. He didn’t recognize a single one of them, unable to find even one familiar face.
Lovely. Michael sighed again, opening the clasp a little unsurely. What was the worst thing that could happen? He’d change into a poodle? Michael snorted at the thought, the absurdity helping to ground him back in the moment.
“Put! It! On!”
Michael looked back up to the crowd defiantly, holding the collar up to his neck. The leather tingled against his skin, and he swallowed hard. It was just for a night… He could more than handle a little bit of this hazing, and it’d be done in the morning. Michael nodded, affirming his decision... and his biggest mistake of the night.
Without any further hesitation, he snapped the collar around his neck, fastening the clasp with a slight flourish. He looked up to the crowd with a wide smile as they erupted into cheering, and Michael grinned from ear to ear as he let out a triumphant shout.
Only instead of a shout, it was more of a bark. Michael half-jumped at the sound that erupted from his throat, and he bit his lip nervously. That wasn’t right. He’d meant to play along, but not that much. The brown-headed collegiate looked down to the collar nervously, eyes widening as the metal tag began to glow.
Michael’s eyes widened as the text on the collar began to warp and flow. It was like the embossed black ink had liquefied, defining new grooves in the metal as the dog tag took on an unnatural sheen. The leather itself seemed to change color, becoming a shade of brown much like that of his own hair.
The second Michael realized this, his scalp tingled, and he reached his hand up in concern. It didn’t feel any different, but… Michael’s hand then flew to his pocket as he dug out his phone, looking at the reflective surface. His hair looked lighter in the reflection—too light. Almost like it was a shade of… pink?
The phone fell from his fingers as he looked up to the crowd, a half-hysterical giggle escaping his throat as he started to comprehend his situation. Clearly, the collar was magical. And logically, it was transforming him into something. Thus, he was dreaming, and should wake up at any second.
Michael hiccupped again, a dog’s whine escaping his throat. He held the tag in his hand, watching as the text solidified, settling on ‘Michelle’. Michael sniggered at that, letting the tag fall back down to his neck. It was just a dream, and he was going to wake up at any second.
“All right! What’s his name gonna be?” One of the frat members asked, punctuating his statement with a long drag of his Natural Ice.
Michael crossed his legs and sat patiently, waiting. While he did, another brother leaned in closer to grab from the tag and read it.
“Looks like she’s gonna be Michelle!” The bro’s statement was greeted with cheering and laughter. “Can’t say we’ve had a TG in at least five years!” He continued, patting Michael on the head. Michael squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on forcing himself awake.
“I’d say we’re overdue!” Another bro laughed, and Michael’s eyes ached from how hard he was squeezing them. It had to be just a dream, right? He was definitely asleep right now…
A coppery tang filled Michael’s mouth, and he realized that he’d been biting his lip. The taste was real—too real. Michael whimpered, his eyes opening to behold a black-and-white world. Could this… Could this be actually happening?
As if the brother was reading his mind, a young man in an Ed Hardy shirt popped his collar, standing on the room’s lone coffee table. “Gentlemen, I bring you tonight’s entertainment! Michelle, be a good bitch and tell the boys how you’re doing!”
Michael’s eyes widened in surprise as he barked loudly, rolling onto his back as he began to pant. His chest ached, and Michael whimpered as a pair of luscious breasts bloomed on his torso. What was happening? Why was he acting like a dumb animal?
“And he’s got a pair on him, doesn’t he?” The bro—Michael resolved to call him ‘Ed’—continued on. “Of course, to grow that set, he’s got to lose a different set…”
Michael gasped with horror and discomfort in equal parts, a pulling in his groin marking what could only be the departure of his genitalia. He leaned forward, pawing at the vacant spot desperately, his eyes watering as he realized there was nothing there.
Then he—she—realized that she could control her body again. Her hands flew to the collar around her neck, but Michael could only fumble at the catch. It was like every attempt to pull off the offending leather choker only resulted in her fingers going numb.
If fighting it wasn’t working, that only left flight, and Michael rolled to her feet, ready to charge the crowd. She shook out her hair, ignoring how it seemed longer, and braced herself. Then she started to run, making it a full two steps before Ed spoke again.
“Whoa there, Michelle! Be a good bitch and heel!”
Michael’s half-assed charge stumbled to a halt, and she plopped on her rear obediently, turning back to Ed with angry eyes. She growled and barked, tossing her head with irritation. It felt like her ears were growing longer, flopping against the sides of her head and undermining her best efforts to be threatening.
Ed clapped loudly. “Good girl!” He then turned to the crowd with a wide smile. “So, for our new pledges: Michelle here will obey anything you say, as long as you precede it with ‘be a good bitch’.”
Almost immediately, one of the younger-faced brothers shouted, “Be a good bitch and strip!”
Michael’s eyes widened, and she whimpered loudly as her hands started to move on their own, undoing the buttons on her shirt. He breasts spilled from their confines, and she let out a loud whine at the unnatural feeling of their bare weight on her chest.
Then, as she slid her jeans down, a tail burst from her spine. Michael gasped as she stared at it, not even noticing how she continued to disrobe as if on autopilot. Her new tail was occupying her entire attention, a little short and with pink fur growing along it, thickest at its tip.
“Oh, I guess I forgot to mention. Get your kicks while you can, boys—Michelle here changes more and more as we order her around more and more!”
Michael whimpered loudly, shaking her head in denial even as her fingers slipped around her glasses, tossing them to the side. Much as she wanted to find a way out of this, it looked like she couldn’t—she’d just need to deal with the changes for the night. And besides, it’s not like the fraternity would be that sadistic.
One of the brothers upended his drink before Michelle. “Be a good bitch and Zamboni-that—drink!” He cheered the last few words, starting up a chant of ‘Zam-bo-ni!’.
Michael found her head drawing closer to the puddle even as she tried to jerk away. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, and Michael gagged as she played her lengthening tongue along the unwashed floorboards. She could taste the beer—but also the collected grime of the floor’s years of use. Even worse, she could feel it—feel the little particles of dirt scraping along her tongue as she lapped away at the puddle, forcing herself to get through it.
She gagged a little, slurping her tongue back into her mouth as she finished. But her long tongue was too large to fit comfortably in her jaw, and Michael found the appendage spilling from behind her lips. Cheers greeted this latest development, and Michael whimpered at the influx of attention.
What kind of man-children would take delight in tormenting her so much? She looked up with wide, pleading eyes as another fraternity brother stepped to the front, clearing his throat. “I, for one, find this whole night to be deplorable. You are abusing a power beyond your comprehension, and I would like you all to know that you are terrible people for reveling in this poor soul’s torment! For the love of God, he used to be a man!”
Ed blinked, taken aback. “Well, hell. Benny, I didn’t know you felt like that.” He blinked a few more times. “That really makes me think about—”
'Benny', Michael's savior, cut Ed off. “No, no excuses. Let’s hear it from the new girl herself—Michelle, be a good bitch and tell us how you feel.”
Michael barked loudly and repeatedly, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she continued to yip and yelp. Her face cracked, pushing out into a canine muzzle, and Michael gagged a little as she barked again, nearly overwhelmed with the new sensations her snout was picking up. Benny snorted with laughter, and Ed beamed, joining in on the growing peals of mirth.
“I knew you were playing! I knew it! Michelle, be a good bitch and give Benny some applause!”
Michael barked and whimpered loudly in distress as her arms started to clap together. Every time skin met skin, her hands deformed more and more, reshaping into the paws of an animal. Her thumbs pulled into her wrists, her arms cracked and reshaped, and worst of all, pink fur sprouted from her every pore, thickest around her wrists.
It was like she was wearing overly fluffy pom-poms, and Michael hated them almost as much as she hated the fraternity. She found herself growling gently, her teeth bared as she stared at the fur that had grown around her body.
“Oh, what's the matter?” Ed laughed loudly. “I know, it's that she doesn't have a matching set! She wants a pair around her ankles, too!” He beamed as Benny stepped up on the table next to him, giving his fraternity brother a hand.
Benny then turned to face the rest of the crowd, spreading his arms wide. “I say she's been a good girl this far, and has earned her treat! What about you folks?” He flicked his hands upward, eagerly awaiting a response.
Much to Michael's horror, the crowd cheered loudly. She'd expected it, but that didn't make the impending changes any easier. For just a moment, she considered running. Then Benny spoke again.
“Michelle, how about you be a good bitch and scratch yourself behind the ears for us?”
Michael whimpered, but once more found herself unable to resist. Her tongue lolled out from her mouth, and she dropped to all fours. Then her right leg twitched, bones reshaping as it reshaped to look just like any other canine's.
Her foot stretched and compressed at the same time, her arches flattening out. Michael's toes inflated to become just like any other dog's, and her nails grew out to becoming claws—all the better to scratch herself with. No sooner had the thought passed through her head than she felt her muscles twitch.
Michael tried to fight it for every agonizingly long second. She tried to keep her leg from reaching up. But the second her paw met the back of her ear, a wave of pleasure coursed along her body. Whatever resistance she'd manage to build crumbled in a second, and Michel began to pant dumbly as her leg kicked a the back of her ear.
Every scratch brought the changing student to a new level of heaven; to a new realm of ecstasy. It was like her entire body was floating in a sea of contentment, and she scratched herself even harder, tilting her head to better dig into the soft skin of her ear.
And, much to her delight, the more her paw kicked at her ear, the longer her ear grew; the fluffier it got. Better yet, long and poofy fur forced its way from her ankle. The soft fluff brushed against Michelle's neck as she scratched at herself, and she barked at the tickling, shaking her head and flopping her one long ear.
It felt unnatural to have just the one, though... Before anyone even asked, Michelle set her right leg down and started to scratch with her left leg. Her loud whines of satisfaction filled the air, and her breasts bounced as she panted just like any other dumb dog, because she was a good bi—
Michelle blinked, shaking her head in horror as she slapped her complete left paw on the ground. Even though she'd stopped, she could still feel her ankle tingle as it grew a fluffy pom-pom. But that didn't concern her as much as her thoughts did. It was like she was still human, but also something else.
Moreover, Michelle wasn't her name! It was Michelle! The half-poodle blinked again, whining as she realized she couldn't even think of herself as... as Michelle. No, that wasn't right! She growled, concentrating on the name 'Michael'. Michael. Michael. She was Michelle. No! The girl growled and whined, her tail shock-upright as she glared at her tormentors.
“Something wrong, girl?” Ben spoke, crouching down to lower his hand to her.
She considered biting him, but realized the ramifications wouldn't be worth the risk. Instead, Michelle nodded eagerly, pawing at her head and whining louder. When that didn't immediately get the point across, the poodle let out a loud bark.
“I know what it is, she wants a good mate! Don’t worry girl, we’ll get to that in time. But first… Some of your new fur isn’t quite right yet.” Ed spoke up again, tapping his own messy hair.
Michelle’s paws flew to her head and she whimpered a little, her soft paw pads running against the smooth locks of her hair. Even though it was pink, it was still her hair; she didn’t want it to change! Michelle shook her head violently, whimpering even louder as she realized just how floppy her new furry ears were.
“She’s got the right idea, doesn’t she?” One of the frat members in the back cheered loudly. “Be a good bitch and shake those curls to a more natural state!”
“Ever the wordsmith, Jeremiah.” Ed laughed, popping the tab on a can of Natural Ice. He took a sip as Michelle slowly shook her head from left to right. “Be a bit faster than that, we haven't got all night!”
Michelle wanted to scream and shout, but her world soon started to spin as her head shook even more violently, tossing her hair left and right. The more the poodle shook out her head, the more her hair bounced on her head. Smooth strands of hair curled as she shook her head out more and more, leaving her with a fluffy pink hairdo just like and other poodle’s.
The rest of her body shook too and she could feel everyone staring at her as her existing hair came in fluffier and fluffier. To her surprise, the fur didn’t spread from her pom-poms; not at first.
Instead, her eyebrows, underarm hair, and pubic hair were the first to lengthen and spread across her body like an itchy, hot rash. Bit soon more and more patches started appearing on her body, on her belly; her thighs; her back. They crept along her entire form until she was covered from head to toe in pink fur.
Mercifully, that seemed to be the extent of these changes, and Michelle panted for relief, whimpering as a commotion came from the back of the party. She didn’t know why, but she got the impression that it was nothing good.
“Wait, dibs!” Another brother cheered, pushing his way to the front of the crowd. “Dibs; I made the football team and I want to cop a feel before she loses her tits!” He spilled some of his cup of ‘party punch’ as he spoke, but the crowd only laughed.
“You know what to say!” Ed cheered, falling to sit rather than stand on the table.
“Michelle, be a good bitch and let me get some!” He cheered loudly, raising his cup aloft. As he did, it sloshed and spilled onto his face and shirt. He frowned, then grinned as some debased inspiration struck him. “Also lick that up!”
Michelle padded over to him obediently, her hips cracking to better allow for four-footed travel. She put her paws on his shoulders, setting to work with her long tongue to clean his face off. The wet appendage slurped at him loudly, and for a moment Michelle managed to lull herself into the calm of obeying her instincts. Loathe though she was to admit it, licking someone’s face wasn’t as bad as she’d feared.
Then the footballer clamped both of his large hands on her breasts, and Michelle’s world bloomed with sensation. She paused her licking to loudly whine into his ear as her pussy started to tingle. The more he groped her, the more her sex shifted, aligning itself just under her anus like any other dog’s.
Michelle’s hips cracked loudly as her ass reshaped. She let out another loud whine, desperately licking at the footballer’s face to finish cleaning him so she might be allowed some reprieve. But her continued to squeeze at her large breasts, making her body feel so hot and tingly…
A loud bark sounded from the back of the room, and Michelle’s eyes widened as she started to smell another dog. The more she drank in his scent, the more her breasts tingled, beginning to withdraw in her chest. Not that their departure wasn’t marked—her nipples grew a little longer and she gained a few more sets of teats.
“Aw, I wasn’t quite done…” The footballer laughed as he stepped away from Michelle.
“But she almost is!” Benny cheered. “How about you be a good bitch and roll over; finish these changes off?” He didn’t even bother to see his handiwork, disappearing into the crowd.
Michelle obeyed immediately, drunk on the high of pleasure. Her tail wagged and she panted dumbly as she rolled onto her back, looking up at the fraternity with a canine smile. Her whole body ached as it shrank, but Michelle yipped eagerly at the thought. Surely if her head shrank it would mean she’d lose her human mind and not need to suffer whatever came next!
But as her skull cracked around her shrinking brain, Michelle suffered no loss of personality, lack of intelligence. Her yips turned to whimpers as she realized the nature of her changes, and Michelle rolled to her paws to bark at Ed, a complete poodle in everything but mind.
As though reading her thoughts, Ed lifted his hand to his heart melodramatically. “What? Michelle, we’d never strip you of your human mind! We’re not animals, after all. Well, aside for Bruno.” He finished his canned beer and tossed it behind him, snapping his fingers.
On cue, Benny returned, holding a leash. Michelle’s wide eyes followed it to the other end, seeing a large bulldog attached to the leather strap. It panted happily, flecks of drool escaping into the air as it barked at Michelle. Its nose twitched and it barked louder, and Michelle looked down to see that the ‘it’ was actually a ‘he’.
Which meant… Oh no. Michelle whimpered loudly at the thought, standing on her haunches to beg in a distinctly canine fashion.
“I think she wants some!” Ed laughed, winking at Michelle.
She growled in response. The bastard had intentionally misread her and was stirring up the crowd to agree! Not that she should be surprised, but… Her nose twitched at the air again, and Michelle recoiled as she realized she could literally smell the dog’s erection. But even that wasn’t as bad as the fact that her body noticeably reacted to Bruno.
Her canine pussy clenched, almost instantaneously damp. Michelle found herself panting to cool herself down, a strange warmth enveloping her body. It was like she wanted nothing more than to be dominated by this dog—though she actually would rather have anything but. Probably. Michelle hated herself for the thought, and she whimpered up at Ed; begging him to take control. It was far better to be ordered than to willingly give into her new instincts.
Of course he’d somehow pick up on that, and the fraternity brother winked again. “Sorry honey, but we’re not monsters. We’d never force you to have sex with anyone—that’s something that needs to be willing. University guidelines, and all that.”
University guidelines? University guidelines? Michelle stared incredulously at him, whining as her nose picked up more and more of the dog’s scent. What the hell kind of guidelines were those? She wanted nothing more than to attack her tormentor, but Michelle had the sneaking suspicion that if she were to move, her body would run towards Bruno.
So she sat and waited for orders, struggling to battle with the canine instincts that were threatening to overwhelm her already-fragile resistance. She couldn’t help but think that if acting like a dog was pleasurable, then sex as a dog would be divine…
But Michelle couldn’t do that, she couldn’t give into her instincts. No, she’d just walk over to Bruno, take a quick sniff, and be done with it. Yeah, that sounded reasonable enough… Before the poodle had time to reassess her decision, she’d already made it over to the dog. He was so much bigger up close, and—
Bruno barked commandingly, and Michelle could see that he was already rock-hard with anticipation. Michelle spun around, eager to please the dog, to hear her whines mingle with his. Maybe their lovemaking could be louder than the party itself—lovemaking?
Michelle blinked, shaking her head to clear her mind. What had she been thinking? Like hell she’d have sex with a dog, especially a pit bull that was currently straddling her. Straddling? Michelle barked with shock, turning to find the dog already in position, his hips driven back.
Time slowed as Michelle realized what was about to happen. She let out a loud bark in distress as Bruno began to thrust forward. But that bark wasn’t anything close to a ‘no’. If anything, it only spurred the bulldog on.
Bruno slammed into her with all of the force that a horny fifty pound dog could muster, his huge cock spearing her dripping cunt with ease. Michelle’s next bark of denial turned into a strangle whine of pleasure, and just like that she was gone.
She knew that this should bother her, that everyone was watching. But she didn’t care; the pleasure was too great, too much for even a fully human mind to take. It was like the transformation had left her particularly sensitive, keeping her in its grip even after it had concluded.
“Atta boy, Bruno! Getting some for Beta Upsilon!” One of the fraternity brothers cheered loudly, punching his fist in the air. “One, two, three...” He began in a loud voice.
“Bulldogs!” The rest of the crowd responded enthusiastically, hooting and cheering as Bruno continued to hump away at Michelle.
In the brief moments that her thoughts weren't ravaged by pleasure, Michelle pondered on who the real animals in the room were. But these moments were few and far in between, and the poodle found her tongue lolling from her mouth. She panted happily, her breaths almost in time with the slapping of Bruno's balls against her ass.
It wasn't that Michelle wanted to feel this way; but she could hardly deny the immense feelings that were gripping her body. Every inch of Bruno's cock was stirring her up, awakening newer levels of lust. She found herself whining needfully whenever he pulled out, only to gasp with satisfaction as he thrust into her once more.
And she was hardly a selfish lover; Michelle had to make sure Bruno was feeling as amazing as she was. She took to yipping encouragingly whenever he thrust into her; wriggling her hips to eke more pleasure out for both of them.
Bruno took to these efforts remarkably well, long ropes of drool dripping from his open mouth to land on her back. His panting was music to Michelle's ears; his every thrust pure ecstasy. The dog was taking her to a new realm of pleasure, a new world of experience, and she loved every minute of it.
“Hey, Michelle.” Of course Ed would have to interrupt her bliss.
Michelle panted dumbly, yipping at him. If she acted enough like a dog, maybe she could keep him from tormenting her further.
“Why don't you be a good bitch and get a hundred times more sensitive...” Benny spoke with a sadistic smile that only grew as he finished the thought. “And be a better mate and not cum until Bruno does?”
A loud howl tore itself from Michelle's throat as all four of her legs went limp beneath her. Her every nerve was singing—no, screaming—with ecstasy; her whole world shaking with every breath she took. She sent a desperate whine to the fraternity as sheer sensation crushed her.
It was like her heart was pounding and aching both at the same time, her every nerve firing off with tidal waves of delight. Michelle's whole body quaked with ecstasy; she felt like she was so close to cumming.
But she had been ordered to be a good bitch. No matter how hard she tried, how hard she desperately wanted herself to cum, she couldn't reach climax. The poodle huffed breathlessly, struggling to reach sex's heavenly outcome. Her right eye ticked slightly as she realized she couldn't. She'd been hoping that Benny hadn't been seriously ordering her, but that hope looked to be in vain.
So, if she wanted to cum, she'd need to have her mate cum first. No big deal, right? Michelle tried wiggling her hips and almost blacked out from the sheer ecstasy that greeted her. Okay, so maybe it was easier thought than done... And it certainly didn't help things that all the while Bruno was still fucking her, his doggy pants filling the air.
Michelle gritted her teeth and whined, struggling to bring the world back in to focus again. After just a moment of indecision, she managed to reclaim some semblance of self, bracing for what she was about to do. Then, she rocked herself back and forth in time with Bruno's every thrust.
This time Michelle was prepared for the wellsprings of pleasure that formed, riding every wave to its peak. She let her jaw fall slack, closing her eyes as she whined with need, rolling her hips to the beat of her heart.
Before, she made the mistake of trying. Now, she was simply living in the moment, slipping into the waves of frenetic passion rather than fighting them. This worked much better, letting her sink deeper and deeper into the lust that was their mating.
Again, the need to cum filled Michelle's mind. But rather than being driven by it, she used it to spur on her every motion. The pleasure increased almost exponentially, no longer gripping her body; no longer conquering her. Now it was holding her tenderly; caressing her.
Bruno tensed behind her, and Michelle gasped with relief, ready to finally be sated. At least, she thought she was ready. But Michelle had neglected to recall that Bruno would have a distinctly canine knot, and inane feverish yelps tore themselves from her throat as his cock swelled within her.
She was full to burst; her pussy clamping reflexively down on his member as her body prepared to receive his seed. And still he continued to thrust, this new swollen mass driving her back to the ground. Michelle found herself unable to do more than pant, whimper, and yelp with sensation.
When Bruno finally came, it was like a life preserver being thrown to a drowning woman. She had almost slipped into unconsciousness from the crushing downpour of exultation; it was too good to take and not climax herself.
But now she was given permission to feel release, and she felt it with gusto. Her eyes snapped open as stars filled her vision. Her whole world was sent into a frantic spin: she was locked in place with Bruno as the planet twirled around her.
Her pussy clenched as Bruno shot rope after rope of cum into her beckoning entrance, his knot ensuring she didn't so much as spill a single drop of it. Michelle howled in ecstasy until her lungs ached. She let her tongue fall from her mouth once more as she caught her breath, only to howl again a moment later.
Michelle couldn't help it; the poodle inside of her was too pleased, too driven to do anything but voice her bliss to the world. She didn't care who heard! She didn't careif it woke the neighbors, or if all of the fraternity brothers laughed and cheered. Almost... Exactly like they were doing now, in fact.
Michelle's human mind managed to wrest control from the lusty poodle within her, just in time to be privy to the entire building's amusement. Her ears flattened against the sides of her head as she realized her mistake. She'd given them just what the wanted, and had looked like a dumb dog in doing so.
“I told you she'd go through with it!” Benny chortled. His laugh drew to a roar as Ed glumly slapped some money in his brother's palm.
“Yeah, yeah. Rub it in, why don't you.” Ed rolled his eyes, turning to the dogs in front of him. “Isn't that right, guys? Don't you think that Benny here's a poor winner?”
Michelle didn't know how to respond. On the one hand, Ed was her primary tormentor, far more active with his orders. On the other, Benny's orders upset her more... She settled on a meek nod, which the crowd took to with an uproar.
“Hey, I might be a bad winner, but I'm in no way poor!” Benny tapped his wad of new earnings against Michelle's nose, chuckling mischievously.
She whined in response, trying to ease away. Unfortunately, Bruno's knot was still inside of her, and she only managed a few steps before staggering back as her pussy ached. She turned her head and growled, shaking her floppy ears in dismay.
“Michelle! Don't go hurting Bruno's feelings!” Benny laughed as the bulldog behind her whined. “Be a good bitch and curl up by your mate.”
Mate? Michelle whined as she obeyed dutifully, settling down under the larger dog. What did he mean by that? Even if it was nice to have him press against her in a canine hug... No, she couldn't think like that! What the hell did Benny mean by 'mate'?
Michelle looked up at the fraternity brothers, whining as Ed stood up, walking closer to the dogs. “Hey, easy there.” He reached out one of his hands and scratched under her chin.
Canine bliss filled Michelle's body, and her leg kicked feebly as she whined with pleasure. It was absolute heaven to be scratched, to be pleased, she was such a good dog and wanted more pleasing by her new master just like—no!
Michelle bit her lips gently, warding off the canine thoughts that had threatened to overwhelm her. Even if it would feel good to give in, she had questions that needed answering now!
“Hm? Don't like that, girl?” Ed tilted his head, scratching her behind her ears with his left hand.
Again, bliss overwhelmed the pink poodle, and she fell into an almost hypnotic trance. She panted numbly even as his right hand slipped around the back of her neck, popping off the collar deftly.
It came off easily, and Michelle looked through the haze in her mind to find the brown collar was once more turning pink. That was good, if it was turning back; she should too. She settled onto her forepaws contentedly, enjoying the scratching. It looked like her nightmare was going to end soon.
“Should I order a pink collar for her, or are we giving her away?” Benny's voice came from Michelle's left, and she opened a tired eye curiously.
“Nah, I think Bruno likes this one. Doesn't he, boy?” Ed scratched Bruno's jowls and the bulldog whimpered happily, almost in time with Michelle's whimper of distress. Ed looked down to her with a patronizing smile. “Be honest, did you really think you'd be able to leave here with what you've seen tonight?”
Michelle nodded her head, her ears perked up as her heart began to pound once more. She really had, even though she'd been wrong on every other account that night. They couldn't seriously be thinking of keeping her like this, could they? She had been a person once, some of those rights had to carry over even now!
“Sorry, but that's not how this works. The university got a little tired of covering up our fun, so they've told us to leave anyone we change as is.” Benny snorted. “University guidelines, you know?”
Michelle whined, shaking her head repeatedly.
“Hey, you're the one who consented to having sex with Bruno. And as it says on the back of the collar, 'sexual activity can result in a permanent transformation'.” Ed read aloud, looking at a tag near the clasp of the collar. “So, you know. Sucks.” He shrugged, tossing the collar to Benny.
Michelle whined louder. She thought that was a 'use and care' tag, not some sort of contract!
“That said, you're a lucky one! Bruno doesn't usually take to his new mates; there's something about you he likes. So you get to pampered by the house; maybe even come to some of our other parties! Look on the bright side!” Ed laughed.
Michelle whined louder still, licking Ed's hand pitifully as she tried to plead for her humanity. It didn't do her any good, though. Ed simply laughed again in response, looking to Benny.
“Bruno, be a good boy and help ease Michelle here into her new body. And you lot!” He turned to the partygoers, his hands flying to his collar to keep it popped. “Who's up for some 'Boom!'?”
Michelle's next whine was drowned out by the raucous cheering of the attendees. But this time, Michelle's whine was one of pleasure.