(Woman to Dog)
“This is real. This is really real.” Paige grinned, looking from the magic in her palms to her part-time mentor, Nicole. Said mentor was chewing on an unhealthy amount of caffeinated bubble gum and on her phone, so Paige cleared her throat for good measure.
Nicole blew a bubble and popped it, rolling her eyes. “I heard you the first time. The whole point of this exercise is that I’m a totally vulnerable witch, and you’ve got one shot at changing me. The important thing—”
“Sneak attack!” Paige beamed, tossing the ball of magic at Nicole. She yelped as it bounced back without seemingly any effort from the other witch.
Nicole groaned. “As I was saying, the important thing is to study your opponent’s defenses. God, how can you be so good at Smash and so sucky at actual combat? It boggles the mind, honestly.” She slipped her phone in her back pocket.
Paige opened her mouth to reply, but was unable to keep herself from feeling a wellspring of guilt within her chest. Had she done bad? She didn’t want to be bad… The redhead chewed on her lower lip anxiously, giving the Asian witch a rather impressive pout.
Nicole was stunned to a momentary silence, a rare expression of guilt flitting across her features. “H-hey, I didn’t meant that to be mean, I’m just trying to motivate you,” she began, only to pause at the sight of Paige’s cute butt waggling from side to side.
“Oh! Yayay!” Paige beamed, instinctively wagging her… Butt. She couldn’t help it, it was so nice for her master to treat her with happy words and… Master? Well, technically she was Nicole’s student at the moment, so that was probably a fitting description.
“Oh wow. You actually led with a real spell, remind me never to actually spar you.” Nicole sighed, hands on her hips. She leaned towards, tapping Paige on the nose. “Now, tell me. Who are you?”
“P…” The redhead’s brow furrowed. “Pawge?” She tilted her head to the side, trying to remember. She knew that she should know her name, but there was something in the way. Her brain was telling her two conflicted things, and she froze as if she’d just been asked a trivia question.
“Paige. Remember? P-A-I-G-E.” Nicole spelled it out slowly, keeping her finger on the girl’s nose. Quietly, she assessed the damage through their skin-to-skin contact, working out just what manner of spell Paige had tried to attack her with.
“Paira. Aurge. Paora.” The other girl crinkled her nose with a delighted smile. She did like Nicole’s touch, especially because her Master happened to be a cute one. The woman inclined her neck upwards, licking the bottom of Nicole’s fingers idly.
“Gross.” The Asian muttered under her breath, pulling her hand away the moment she identified Paige’s spell. It seemed that she was looking forward to using her innate magical talent for transformation to give Nicole a few doglike attributes.
Specifically, Paige wanted Nicole to think of herself as Aurora, a Golden Retriever girl who loved belly rubs and fetch and loving her owner. It was more than a little humiliating, and Nicole decided to let this play out, rather than countermanding the spell on the spot.
“What now? Can we play?” Paora waggled her butt even more intently, eyes sparkling. She whimpered faintly, the sound easily slipping from her throat. Then an insidious squirrel chittered from across the yard, and the girl’s head snapped to the right. “Arf!”
“Sure.” Nicole slipped her phone from her back pocket, magically sending it skyward. A simple levitation charm coupled with a focusing element should guarantee that she’d get this all on camera, perfect to tease Paige with later. “Let’s play… Belly rubs!”
Auraige squeaked happily as she was tackled to the ground, her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. “Woof!”
Nicole’s hands were nimble from a lifetime of gaming, and the dark-haired girl rubbed and rubbed just under Aurore’s breasts. “Who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl?” Nicole cooed.
The redhead’s hair started to lighten at the roots as she melted into a puddle of bliss, and she squirmed beneath the younger woman even as her body began to shrink. The first thing to change was a shift in size and posture, her frame getting slimmer, arms naturally hanging forwards.
Paurora felt something niggling at the back of her head for a moment, some doubt that this wasn’t right; that things weren’t as they should be. Then all thoughts was driven from her mind as sensitive teats rose from her belly, and she let out a loud whimper of delight. “P-puh… Puh… AurorOOF! Precious pet WOOF!”
Her barks went from a woman’s impression of the sound to actual canine expressions of exultation nearly instantly. At the same time, the last of Paige fled the changing woman’s eyes, instead replaced with a spoiled, happy, squirmy canine.
“That’s right you are! You’re such a precious pet!” Nicole smirked, knowing the damage was done. For good measure, she scratched Aurora’s ears, replacing them with a set of heavily-furred, floppy retriever ears. “Now, let’s see what we can do about—hey!”
Aurora tackled her master, covering the younger woman’s face in slobbery licks. With each lick, her tongue stretched out further and further, better coating the woman’s tanned skin with slobber and affection alike.
“WOOF WOOF RRRUFF!” She barked loudly, shaking her head to tousle her ears. The motion carried with it a growth of her muzzle, nose and mouth creaking outwards to become the snout of a canine. She sniffed in Master’s scent through her moist nose.
“Get off! This change wasn’t supposed to go that far!” Nicole squirmed, but was unable to keep herself from laughing at the same time. She was a natural dog person, and so the tongue-inflicted waterboarding was a good deal less stressful than it might have been otherwise.
That said, Nicole was never one to be kept on her back for long. She wrapped her arms around her pet, rolling around so Aurora’s changing body was pinned beneath hers. “Gotcha!” She smirked, shifting her posture as she felt a growing tail press against her knees.
Said tail wagged like crazy as the dog looked up to her owner, only to be sent to canine heaven by the belly rub to end all belly rubs. The human clothes on her body vanished in an instant, allowing Nicole to better rub between each of her hefty, sensitive teats.
“HYYYNYYN!” Aurora did her best to whimper for more, a doglike smile curling her thinning, dark lips. She flicked her tongue over them and her nose, wriggling as more and more golden fur carpeted the rest of her body. Arms and legs shrank, proportions rearranged, and in just a minute of pampering she was unrecognizable from any other purebred.
“All right…” Nicole grinned, rolling off the dog. She curled and uncurled her fingers, balling up some magic into her palm. “Let’s see how well you fetch!” By the time Nicole cocked her arm behind her head, the magic had coalesced. By the time it left her palm, it was a Poké-Ball styled dog toy, complete with a Pikachu squeaker of her own devising.
Aurora bolted after it, drool trailing past her tongue as she chased the gray and not-gray ball. It smelled like Master’s magical essence, so she had to fetch had to get wanted to get! The dog actually managed to turn and catch the ball midair, rolling to a contented stop and gnawing furiously on the rubber toy.
++PIKAC—PIKA—PIK—PI—PI—PI—PIPIPIPIPIPIPIPIPI++
The sound filled the air as Aurora played with her catch, before she remembered that she had to bring it back to her owner. She rolled to her plush paw pads, tail trailing behind herself with pride, and deposited the ball in Master’s hand.
Nicole smirked, playing her hand over the canine’s head to determine how long the spell would last. “Wh-hey! Seriously? The rest of the day?” Nicole blinked in agitated surprise, looking down to her panting friend. “You’d better make this up to me, fluffball.”
“Woof!”
“That’s what I thought.”