(Man to Coyote)
Travis looked the coyote deep in its eyes, blinking as it came closer. Before now, he’d been… He wasn’t sure. Hiking? Lounging? He didn’t know. It was hard to think…
He blinked and cleared his thoughts. When he looked back to the animal, he saw that it was closer. Somehow, that didn’t upset him. He knew that the animal didn’t want him injured or harmed in any way.
He knew that the animal wanted him…
There wasn’t a word at the end of that sentence. It simply wanted him, in the way that a man wants a woman. Again, Travis didn’t know how he knew. The thought was driven into his head, and wouldn’t leave.
His heart started to race, and he lifted a hand warily, backing away from the canine. “Whoa there, easy…” He began, feeling more than a little silly for talking to the animal as though it was a human. Much to his surprise, it listened to him.
The coyote paused, tilting his head and flicking one of his ears in amusement. His ears… His. The animal was a male, Travis knew that for a fact now. Something about the way they coyote held himself, how he exuded confidence and magnetism.
No, not magnetism. The thought repulsed Travis, and he wondered how he could ever find an animal like that to be attractive. A warm sensation on his palm brought him back to the present, and he saw that the animal was nuzzling his palm, rubbing his head against Travis’s outstretched hand.
“Oh, hey. You’re not so bad, are you?” Travis asked, a smile dawning on the tan man’s face. He knelt down to the coyote, smiling as the overgrown dog nuzzled into his pets. The animal seemed awfully insistent on rubbing his head against Travis’s hands, as though he was trying to mark him with his scent.
No, it was exactly like that. Travis recoiled from the coyote, but was too slow. The animal moved up to him quickly, and kissed him.
It wasn’t a human kiss, nothing tender or romantic. This was an animalistic pressing of lip on lip, dark canine lips meeting soft pink ones. Somehow it was even more pleasurable than any kiss Travis had in his life.
He moaned into the coyote’s mouth, repulsed by how he was reacting to the animal. The coyote slopped his tongue over Travis’s, then shoved it into his mouth, filling it with thick, wet canine drool. The man’s heart began to pound.
It was exhilaration. It was terror. It was both of the two in a union that left Travis breathless and desperate for more. He played his tongue along the dog’s, revolted by his own moans. The animal’s saliva was thick in his mouth, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut to gulp it down.
The kiss began to change him as he deepened it, cupping his hands around the coyote’s head and pulling it in closer. He angled his head to better allow more of the animal’s tongue into his mouth, and in the process his own mouth began to stretch out.
He could feel it happening a bit at a time. His face slowly began to creak out into a muzzle, stretching farther and farther away from the back of his head. It let more of the coyote’s tongue fill his mouth, and Travis let out a tremulous moan that was closer to a whine.
Revulsion filled him and he tried to pull away, leaning back. His mouth remained where it was despite the motion of his head, snout stretching out to its full size. Coarse, itchy fur sprouted all across his muzzle, all over his entire head.
It was long and it was thick, covered in hair that he’d never dreamed of having on his body before. He could feel the long whiskers swaying with every motion of his head. Every moment he kissed the coyote, he slipped further from humanity.
His ears lifted, rising towards the top of his head, and he began to lick sloppily at his mate’s lips. This, kissing like this, was so easy for him. He needed more, needed to love his alpha because he
Travis broke the kiss.
It hurt his heart to pull away, but he somehow managed it. His long canine ears flicked as he shook his head, dislodging his human hair. It rained down onto his chest as he looked to the coyote in distress. Then, slowly, he raised his hands shakily towards his changed face.
He pressed his fingers into the soft fur, groaning at how large his snout was, at how much more mouth he had. He could run his fingers all along his new long, dark lips and in doing so feel the canine teeth that lurked just below them.
A low, distressed whine slipped from his throat, and he looked to the coyote with distress. The animal huffed with amusement, his tail swaying from side to side gently. It was a surprisingly tame motion for the feral animal, as though he was completely at ease with Travis.
This time, Travis pulled into the kiss, lapping his tongue against the coyote’s dark lips. The man didn’t know why he did it, what pulled him towards the animal. He wasn’t gay and he wasn’t into bestiality, but something about this felt so right, so natural.
The man fell to all fours, his changed tongue slipping past his darkening lips. Feverishly, he began to lick at the coyote’s face, covering his fur with drool, matting it down. Travis could feel his saliva thickening as he licked, his mouth now only capable of producing the drool of an animal.
It was thick and it clung stubbornly to his tongue, disgusting the man. It was warm and smooth and clung to the coyote, enthralling his animal side. Travis let out a whimper, his hands balling up beneath him. He wanted them to become paws on some level, and that level was disappointed as his feet began to change instead.
Slowly, his soles pushed out into plump and soft pads. He rose onto the balls of his feet as he felt them changing, his sandals slipping from toes no longer meant to hold him. He was terrified of what was happening to him, but curious to see how far he could take the changes.
His legs cracked and popped, ankles lengthening and thighs shortening, slimming down. His hips cramped as they pulled closer to his body, and a tail slipped out from his backside. It wagged as fur covered it, pushing down shorts that he was no longer meant to wear.
All the while, he kept up the kiss, hot ecstasy flowing through his body at the feeling of the dog’s long tongue against his own. A carnal whimper of need slipped past his dark doglike lips, and his ears flattened submissively.
He was horny, insanely so. Slowly, he fell to his elbows, lapping at they coyote’s face. The motion let him bring his hands to his aching cock, let him feel a penis that was no longer human. Travis panicked: he hadn’t felt it change, didn’t want to become some kind of animal.
But at the same time, he’d never been so aroused in his life. He needed to touch himself, to release this orgasm. Desperately, his mind tried to come up with an excuse to pleasure himself. He would just cum and run, he told himself. He could give in without giving up too much of his humanity, he lied.
A thick furry sheath formed around his cock as it throbbed, and a trail of precum dribbled from its throbbing red tip onto his hands. He used it as lubricant, beginning to pump his hands up and down his length, massaging his tip and his veiny, bulging knot.
A loud snarl escaped his mouth, the wanton sound of an impassioned animal. For a second, Travis deluded himself into thinking that the sound had come from the coyote. But deep in his heart, he knew that wasn’t the case.
He was enjoying this, despite how guilty he was, how much the idea of kissing a dog revolted him. The feeling of the long tongue against his own and the warm, musky breath in his muzzle was too much for him to deny, and his pumping grew more and more feverish.
Then he stopped.
It wasn’t because he wanted to, much to his chagrin. His arms simply weren’t meant to self-pleasure any longer, nor were they meant for anything human. Now, all that they were suited for was carrying him into a life on all fours.
They awkwardly hung in front of him, unable to fully reach his cock. Travis looked to the treacherous limbs with relief and dismay alike, ashamed to admit there was more of the former than of the latter. He tried to paw at himself with shortening fingers, but wasn’t even able to manage that much.
The coyote was there for him. The animal broke the kiss, nudging under Travis’s arms and covering Travis’s cock with his muzzle. Drool dripped from the changing man’s tongue onto the canine’s back as he began to thrust his hips instinctively.
Somehow this was better than kissing the animal. Receiving a blowjob was almost enough to let him pretend it was something he could safely fantasize about. He thought of a woman’s lips around his cock, about her tongue stroking his shaft, flicking around his tip. He thought of her tawny fur swaying, her tail wagging, her cock growing hard, ready to plunge
Travis blinked, whimpering with distress. He had torn off his shirt in this fantasy, leaving his furry skin open to the cool spring night. The animal was still lapping away at his cock, and the pleasure was too much for him to take. Travis rolled onto his side, then onto his back at a nudge from the coyote.
The man strained to look down, whining in distress as he saw his cock begin to shrink beneath the coyote’s ministrations. He knew what was coming next, in a way he had always known. He wasn’t gay, he wanted a female of his own species… And so did the coyote.
With a wet squelch, his cock was forced back into his body, replaced with a sensitive, aching, wet pussy. The dog’s tongue slipped easily into his folds, assisted both by canine saliva and natural female lubricant alike.
The pleasure was too much for Travis to bear, and he barked and whined with climax. It was a full-body orgasm, the kind so rudely denied to his old form. Every one of his nerves seemed to ache with pleasure, with passion, with need.
Electric ecstasy played across his body, a crescendo of passion that drove every thought from his head save content. As quickly as it had come, it vanished, and in its place was only shame. Travis lowered his ears, tucked his tail between his legs.
It did nothing to alleviate the distinct absence of his cock, of his balls-God, he hadn’t even noticed them pull back into his body, forming a fertile set of ovaries. He was biologically female, biologically a coyote. He knew that mentally he’d soon change as well.
The coyote looked to him with that same damned amusement, and in Travis’s weakest moment he met the male’s gaze. It burned deep into his mind, into his soul, hypnotically claiming his every thought.
He hated it, hated how aroused he still was, how much he needed his mate. But looking into the golden eyes of the animal had awoken something within him. Travis kept staring, letting the male wash into him, letting the animal have his way with his mind as he had changed his body.
Human thoughts, human desires began to slip from Travis’s mind as he slipped into a hypnotic trance. His breathing slowed as his eyes glazed, and he knew only what the male wanted for him. That was the way it was supposed to be, he thought.
Drool trailed down his chin as he lost memories of his life from adulthood to childhood. Humanity was soon little more than a distant memory for him, for… For it. Travis only knew its name, nothing else. It didn’t know genders, it didn’t know anything except for the male. Soon it didn’t even know its name.
It was stripped totally, completely blank-then a new life flowed into this empty canvas. Being raised as a pup, living in the wilds, loving a mate. Bitch. That’s what it was. It was a bitch, it was a she, and she was a bitch.
Her tongue lolled from her mouth as a spark returned to her eyes, though they still remained slightly glazed-as they would forevermore. She didn’t need to think, she didn’t need to do anything but love her mate and pleasure him.
Trixie was her name.
In a way, it was the cruelest stroke. The coyote had allowed her the privilege of a name, if only to taunt the bitch with its proximity to her name as a human, a name she would never remember. At the same time, she loved it, she loved thinking of herself as Trixie, her coyote male’s bitch.
Trixie scrabbled to her paws, turning for her mate and waving her tail, wafting her scent towards him. She had to let him know she was horny, had to let him know she needed his cock buried in her vagina. To her delight, he gave that half-huff, as though he was laughing at a joke she was too stupid to understand.
Then he mounted her, and all thought was driven from her head once more.
She could feel his weight on her back, his hot tip spearing her folds and driving a strained bark from her mouth. Trixie loved this, she lived for this moment. Her entire existence was passion and pleasure, and if she was very lucky it would be followed by pregnancy and pups.
The coyote slavered, drool dripping past her open maw as her mate ravished her. His every thrust sent tingles of pleasure from her tail to her muzzle, flowing through her and claiming her as his completely. She twitched her dark nostrils and breathed in his scent, devoting herself to him and marking herself as his.
His knot bulged within her, and she whined as he pushed it inside her. She could feel her mate’s precum inside her, knowing that he was only moments from the real thing. Her vagina clenched hard around him, his bestial thrusts swaying her lush fur, tossing her ears.
Trixie was lost to carnal delight, all traces of human revulsion forever gone from her being. She was an animal now, she was one forever, and that was perfect for her. She was a complete bitch, and she loved it.
A howl of orgasm tore from her throat as she felt her mate’s pace quicken, his knot bulging, his cock throbbing. The coyote hilted himself inside her, his furry balls tickling her swollen lips. And he came, a thick and gushing torrent that flowed into her womb.
Her insides were warm and full of his love, of her mate’s love. Her mouth still tasted of his drool, her nose was awash with the scent of their union, her ears could only hear the ragged panting of animals. And her mind was completely, utterly, and forever devoted to her mate and guardian.