Sometimes, by the time you hear the cry for help, it’s already too late. The saying ran through Amber’s head on a loop as she tried to force the door to her neighbor’s room. It was a rather ineloquent turn of phrase, but Amber’s instructor had told her it time and time again, to the point where it really stuck in her head.
She was always on the lookout for chances to help people, and now was certainly no exception. She’d heard the crash from next door through her apartment’s paper-thin walls. Normally she hated the walls for being so uninsulated. Now they were giving her the chance to be a hero.
“Hold on, 303, I’m coming!” She called through the door, banging her shoulder against it painfully. “Ow,” she added under her breath. The blonde looked the frame up and down, desperately trying to remember anything about how to break a door down.
A loud wail sounded from the other side, devolving into an inhuman whimper that set her nerves on edge. “I’m a paramedic in-training,” she added the last two words under her breath, “and I’m here for you! Just hang on!”
Finally, something clicked. She lifted her front leg, closing her eyes and driving she heel of her sneaker against near where the handle met the frame. The frame splintered, the locked bolt breaking through old wood. For once, Amber was glad that she lived in such a run-down building.
She charged into the room, going over thirteen different ways to perform CPR, before coming to the sight of her neighbor and losing her train of thought altogether. 303 normally was a handsome guy: tall, strapping, with a chin that could cut glass. 303 currently was half-changed into a cocker spaniel, and a bitch from the looks of it.
xXx
Woof. The word rebounded in Clark’s head like a tennis ball as he humped at the cushions of his bed desperately. He was covered in hair, soft hair from head to toe, but that didn’t bother him as much as the ever-pervasive horniness that held him in its clutches.
He hunched forward, hips mashing his groin against the soft covers, humping it for all he was worth. His ears flopped down at his cheeks, swaying with every one of his impassioned thrusts. There was only so much that he could take, and he was well past his limits—and it was all that bitch’s fault.
‘You cheating bastard,’ Emily had said, a sneer on her lips. ‘I know what you’ve been coming to this seedy apartment for. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice a few hundred bucks missing each month? Well, guess what? I’ve got a little surprise in store for you and for that slut you’re fucking.’
That was how he’d found out his wife—ex-wife—was a witch. Well, that was how she’d told him, at any rate. He’d found out when he started to speak in barks, soft fur bursting from his every pore. She’d left a note on his bedside table, and then had left him entirely, locking the door behind herself.
Which brought him to his latest predicament: the fact that his manhood had shriveled back into his body, leaving only a quivering emptiness that needed, needed to be filled. He—she wailed with distress, bucking his hips against the cushions, but finding nothing.
Desperately, she turned her furry head towards the bed’s frame, eagerly backing herself against it and rocking her hips against the brass knob. Her eyes glazed, and she started to huff with a low, numb pleasure. Finally, she found a way.
Then the door to the apartment burst open, a gorgeous goddess coming to her rescue. Clark looked to her with stunned disbelief, not recognizing her own neighbor. Then again, Clark didn’t exactly live here. She normally wouldn’t be caught dead in a dump like this. And yet somehow, she was caught fucking a bedpost in it.
“WahOUF!” Clark barked, groaning as a tail slowly stretched from her backside. It wagged at the new woman’s presence, and her damp nose sniffed at the air. Something about the woman smelled good, really good…
xXx
“Uh,” Amber managed. She looked to the changing man-woman-dog-thing, then around the room in search of some sort of answer. That was part of her training, right? Look for answers? It definitely wasn’t part of some kid’s show she had internalized as a child, only to be brought out in moments of stress such as—was that a note?
Amber bent over, doing her best to ignore the dog behind her and how the bitch kept sniffing. She picked up the piece of paper, stiffened, and sat mechanically on the bed. Her eyes were wide as her body moved of another’s volition, lips giving voice to the note’s message.
“Dear Clark,
I hope that bitch found you before it’s too late. I hope she’s reading this, watching you change, not knowing what’s going on. I hope she understands that the same is about to happen to her. You really fucked up, by the way. Not Clark, the person reading this aloud. Yes, you.”
A chill ran down Amber’s back, and she wiggled her plush ass against the bed’s soft covers. It was a really nice bed, way better than anything that should belong in these apartments. She had little doubt in her mind what its purpose was, and would have fixed ‘Clark’ with a stern glare were it not for the fact that the note compelled her to continue.
“You’re fucked. That was for Clark, by the way. Person who’s reading this? This part’s for you: you’re doing the fucking. Hope you have fun, because by the time you finish reading this, it’s already too late. Now, be very careful to read these next lines aloud:”
xXx
Clark groaned as the pretty woman kept reading that damnable note. She really wanted to hate Emily for doing this to her, but it was becoming an increasingly difficult task on account of how damnable horny the bitch was.
“Daisy is a horny, drooling bitch.”
Clary blinked, the words echoing in her brain. Her tongue thickened in her stretching mouth, flopping over a brown-furred jaw. She could tell that her breath was worsening, but… She didn’t quite care, for some reason. Right now, the only thing she wanted was dick.
Her tail started to wag as Claisy’s nose picked up a delectable smell. It was coming from the woman beside her, and she forced herself from the post to shove her nose into the woman’s lap. Sure enough, it was exactly the bone she was looking for.
Utterly cocknitized, Daisy pawed at the woman’s yoga pants, huffing warmly, wetly, insistently. She needed this, needed a thick knot inside her.
xXx
“And Butch is a thick, rutting stud.”
The note ended with that, as did Ambur’s chances of escape. Her hands trembled as she regained control once more, then frantically fumbled at the hem of her pants. She knocked the dog to her right back, but didn’t quite care about that.
The only thing on her mind was how incredibly, maddeningly horny she was. She’d never been this hot in her life, had never felt the ache deep in her loins to stuff something full of her, to plug it with her warmth, to fill it with her…
Ambutch paused, staring at the very canine, very erect cock she—he now sported. He whimpered in confusion, tilting his head to the right and instinctively twitching a lengthening ear. Then the Cocker Spaniel rose from beside him, and gave him a lick up his entire length.
If it weren’t for the magic in the air, he would have came then and there. As it stood, it was still incredibly hard for Butch to remain upright. He fell onto his back, pawing at the air, staring at his reshaping hands. Brown fur trailed from his wrists to his darkening nails, while black fur crept up his arms. His fingers swelled, becoming useless and stubby, and his thumbs migrated up his wrists to form small dewclaws.
Butch panicked, heart picking up pace. He didn’t want to be some kind of male dog, he wanted to be a girl! He was supposed to be a girl, to be a cute paramedic who’d save all sorts of lives, and not have to worry about a Cocker licking at his head fuck that felt amazing.
His eyes glazed, and his hips twitched. That long temptress of a tongue played up his shaft from balls to tip, and warm breath made him whimper with need. He pawed at the air a little more, groaning and writhing as his body reshaped.
xXx
Daisy watched her mate begin to shrink and to swell at the same time. It was incredible to watch such a skinny, athletic girl become a muscular Rottweiler, and it was all the more exhilarating for it. The Cocker panted, drooling onto her to-be-mate’s cock, readying it for her needy folds.
This was what she was looking for. She had no idea if Emily even knew what kind of gift she’d given her. This was better than just that tryst she’d been having: this was a lifetime of carefree fucking! Of… Being… Fucked.
Daisy came partially to her senses, and a chill trailed down her furry spine. She turned away from Butch, looking to her escape. Her fingers and toes curled, a last sign of masculinity dwindling away into small, adorable paws. They pressed firmly against the bed’s cushion as she considered running while she still could.
Tingling along her belly bade her pause, for just a moment. Nipples, sensitive buds of pleasure, were growing along her body, giving her canine teats she’d need to nurse puppies. Puppies! She didn’t want to have puppies! She was a businessman, damn it, not a dog factory!
A hot breath on the back of her neck told her she’d paused a moment too long, and it was followed by a warm weight on her back.
xXx
Butch reveled in his bitch’s whimper. He didn’t really know what it meant, he wasn’t in a good space to understand that. But he knew that the sound reminded him that there was a sexy fluffy Cocker beneath him, her femininity crying to be taken.
And what kind of stud would he be to let such a cry go unanswered? His tongue slurped at his darkening nose, even as his body rippled with muscle. His old clothes lay in tatters behind him, allowing him to feel every inch of his tender mate.
Then he pushed into her, straining with a gruff growl. His tapered tip met her entrance with ease, but it didn’t quite fit. Drool flecked past his lengthening jowls, and he tousled his floppy ears. He need this, he needed her!
Butch groaned at the beckoning heat of her sex, and the juices that covered his slick, red cock. He pushed his hips forward with every bit of force his masculine body could manage, and howled as his knot pushed past her puffy lips.
Warmth surrounded him, a soft, sucking kiss that wouldn’t let go. It was wet, pillowy soft, and utterly perfect. He planted his front paws at either side of his bitch, driving further into her, locking her around his length like she was a toy for his amusement. Maybe she was.
After all, she was his Daisy.
xXx
Words failed Daisy as her Butch claimed her. She’d never thought of being entered like this in her human life, not even in her kinkiest fantasies. Her jaw fell slack, tongue spilling past dark, rubbery lips. Why had she been craving this so much earlier?
She couldn’t imagine how anyone would enjoy this. She was stuffed full, her vagina stretched to the point where even clenching it made her feel she’d break. She was held in place by her mate, his warmth a constant in her world. She was in love with this.
Daisy blinked, trying to place that last thought. It felt right, but… She was… Fucking? That was why she was here…
Her hips began to rock back against Butch’s, and his furry balls slapped against her pert backside. She tried to envision that spritely girl from earlier mounting her old human body, and the thought was laughable. Similarly, the current situation she found herself in was beyond pleasurable.
Was it a woman thing? A dog thing? Daisy didn’t know the answer. All she knew was that she loved this, and needed more. Her hips rolled back time and time again, shoving that delectable cock further into her. Her long ears swayed with every thrust of her lover’s hips, the raw pounding exactly as rough as she needed.
Daisy whimpered, begging her Butch for more. She was a bitch, Butch’s bitch. Daisy, the living cocksleeve. Daisy, the cock-addled Cocker. Daisy, the… Her mind ran out of things to say, out of smartass comments to make.
Butch had literally fucked her thoughtless.
xXx
Butch humped because he needed more, because it felt good. The bitch was his, she was his mate. Even as a human she’d ben sexy, but as a dog she was beyond compare. He drooled onto the nape of her neck, only to feel a rush of embarrassment. Quickly, he licked her clean.
It wouldn’t do for his fucktoy to look messy, after all. She was at her most beautiful when her fur shone, and her belly swelled with his pups. Thoughts of children made the stud’s balls ache, and he yearned for them to be emptied; strained for their release.
His huffing took on an insistent, needy tone, and he pushed a little more of his weight onto his bitch. If he could only thrust at that perfect angle, every one of his pistons would rub the head of his cock against that heavenly warmth…
Butch found the right spot all too quickly, canine instinct driving the last of a fading human intellect. He groaned with insensate pleasure, humping his pillowy soft mate. He could feel her swaying beneath him, and could even feel the swaying of her teats. She was his, pinned beneath him, his to claim.
Butch’s thoughts drew to a ravenous whirlwind of lust and pleasure.
xXx
She didn’t know who she was only that she needed more full so full bark for Butch bark for him fuuuck hips roll harder fuck more hotter so close so close
xXx
Breed her thrust into her fuck her claim her Daisy’s his belongs to him growl and nip at her neck hilting hips thrust harder fuck more hotter so close so close
xXx
“Hello?” Vanity opened the splintered door warily, her heels brushing against the soft carpet. “You there, Clarkie? Someone did a thing to your door…” She moved a little bit further into the room, blinking in stunned shock at the sight of two dogs howling in climax.
Then her eyes met with a note, and she shuddered. Her body walked to it as if on autopilot, eyes glazing as she read the note aloud.
“Congratulations. You’ve just won at life. Your wallet will never run empty again, provided you take care of those two dogs. If you knew either of them, then forget all knowledge of who they once were. They are Butch and Daisy, your dogs. Breed them constantly, and see to it that they have many, many pups. Enjoy your life, live it to your fullest, and take care of them always. I want them to live long, long canine lives.
Sincerely, Emily”
The note fell from her fingers loosely, and Vanity swayed in place. Her eyes unfocused for a moment as she forgot why she’d come here, thoughts of a strapping young suitor now replaced by a Cocker Spaniel and her Rottweiler stud.
Then she blinked, looking to the panting dogs beside her. A wry smile graced her lips, and she scratched at their ears. “Come on, you two… You know you’re not supposed to run off from Mommy like that. And speaking of mommies, looks like someone’s ready for her first litter!”
xXx
Daisy didn’t understand Owner’s words, but she knew the gist of it: that she wasn’t a bad girl and that Owner wasn’t talking to her. That was good, because it let her savor more of the incredible feeling of Butch’s hot knot inside her, warm cum in her womb.
xXx
Butch didn’t understand Owner’s words, but… Well, he didn’t care, anyways. Daisy was the obedient one, which was for the best. A strong stud needed his servile bitch, after all. He panted with relief, cock still twitching from the incredible surge of release.