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Letting Go
🕑 Added 2023-01-13 17:46:59 +0000 UTCLoosely based on the art that was just posted, here's a smutty weredog story for y'all!
Yuzuki clutched her purse against her chest. She could feel the weight of time as a physical presence and knew she should be hurrying but a furry dog's tail waved slowly in the gap between two bushes directly in front of her.
Work, eat, sleep. That simple schedule had consumed her life since starting at the burakku kigyō - the black corporation that agreed to hire her despite her lackluster resume. The work was grueling and life draining to the point that she rarely even remembered her walk to and from the station.
And so she stood there, transfixed as others passed her. She stared at the curled tail waving as if it were a crooked finger calling her over. Memories of her childhood dog filled her and she smiled, a wistful little thing that barely touched her lips. She slid a finger against her cheek to pull thick strands of her short hair back over her ear, but it immediately slid back in place when she brought her hand back to her purse. The tips of her black hair, curled, stroked her jawline.
She went to the hidden dog and the tail vanished as she approached, leading her between the bushes into a small alley. The mutt - for it was a mixture of breeds that slightly favored the Shiba Inu - sat at the end of the alley facing her with its bushy tail brushing back and forth on the well swept ground.
"Hey there, little guy," she said, approaching slowly with her hand out. When it didn't move or growl, she crept closer and crouched, offering her hand with her palm facing towards herself. Her pleated skirt spread over her thighs while dangling behind her to touch the ground.
The dog sniffed her politely and she smiled at it before carefully stroking its side. Her jagged, nibbled nails scratched its body beneath its thick fur coat. She worked her way up to its head to rub its ears between her fingers and then down to pet the side of its mouth.
"Good boy, good boy," she told it and then laughed when it licked her hand with long strokes of its drool-covered tongue. Yuzuki flicked her hand and spit splattered against the wall. "So messy, huh? What a free life you live, without caring about anything. I have to go now but maybe I'll see you tomorrow? If you can find time in your busy life."
It had no collar but it wasn't the only dog she'd seen randomly walking around without one. The young woman stood, straightening her blouse and tie before brushing off her skirt. The dog was panting now, with its tongue hanging low from its open mouth. She rubbed its head and ears one final time before slipping out of the alley and back into the stream of commuters.
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A steaming cup of half eaten instant noodles sat beside Yuzuki's keyboard as she scanned the screen with her fingertip touching individual lines on the monitor. Their satellite office was small and one of dozens scattered around the city. Three other workers currently sat at their desk with their manager, Mr. Sato, in a larger corner cubicle. The older man browsed on his phone while the rest of them worked. He would be gone in less than two hours, drinking with friends late into the night.
Yuzuki brought her hand up to her face, tapping her lip with her fingertip. As her eyes swept right to left, her finger slowed to lay against the outward curve of her top lip. Her nostrils flexed, inhaling the faint scent of the dog's drool. In her rush, she'd forgotten to wash her hands but even now she was focused on her work.
The scent filled her nose - earthy with strange, sharp undertones that made her cross her ankles and press her thighs together with a soft exhaled breath. She lost her place on the screen momentarily, forcing her to backtrack until she found where she was once again. A lazy warmth spread down through her body and she shivered in response while her nipples stirred and tightened, pressing against the front of her blouse to show obvious bumps.
Her lips parted. A second finger joined the first that was still touching her lips. A third. A fourth. Her tongue slipped out to lick her finger and she squirmed, turning her hand to quickly lick more of her fingers while her eyes glazed over. Excess drool formed at the corner of her mouth until she sucked her fingers into her mouth, thrusting them slowly back and forth while her tongue swirled over her nails and skin, cleaning all of them.
The young woman swallowed. She moaned and pulled her fingers from her mouth, down over her bottom lip. Her eyelids fluttered as she slumped into her chair, breathing heavily. Her other hand clenched against her thigh hard enough to scratch her leg.
A single directed cough roused her. Yuzuki shook herself. She flexed her hands, bit her lip and focused on her screen once more.
Wetness touched her thighs. Warm and slick while her heartbeat echoed between her legs. She shifted in her seat and her eyes widened when her panties, trapped against her ass cheeks, dragged slightly over her exposed, swollen clit.
She swore she could smell herself. The girl blinked rapidly before casting subtle glances around the office but nobody looked her way. She inhaled and her throat rumbled slightly as her own heady scent of need filled her nose.
Focus, focus, she told herself.
Her love life was nonexistent with her brief previous relationship never making it past kissing and light touching. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had the energy or mood to masturbate. Now she worried her stress-filled mind was finally cracking under the enormous pressure she lived with.
Gray flooded Yuzuki's fingernails as she began to type once more. The pink flesh showing through the translucent nails slowly vanished as the nails darkened to pure black. She paused, briefly, reaching up to scratch the back of her neck and her toe tapped while her fingers rasped against hairs emerging in scattered patches on her nape.
Yuzuki's tongue swirled against the roof of her mouth while she worked. She subconsciously savored the taste still filling her mouth and a single drop of drool swelled at the edge of her lips until her tongue licked at it. Once more she swallowed as her tongue began to swell, filling her small mouth until it was too much. Her tongue unrolled, wider and slightly thinner to rest against her bottom lip.
She whined, quietly, and rubbed her jaw when a soreness spread from her cheeks. Barely a second before it happened, she snatched a tissue and held it to her mouth right as she sneezed. Her nostrils burned. Cartilage and bones shifted while her cheek pushed forward subtly to allow room for her tongue. Tiny gaps opened between her teeth. She sneezed once more and the skin around her nostrils grew thick while cracking with fine gray lines.
Pink faded to white along the furrow of skin running between her nose to her top lip as the gray on the tip of her nose took on a charcoal coloring that spread down to her lips.
The quiet clicking of her keyboard grew louder when her shortened fingernails slid past the tips of her fingers. Nerves formed in the base of the nails to connect to the flesh beneath as they curved upward and down, forcing her to change the position of her fingers before she began to pry the keys from the keyboard with her short claws.
She found herself having to re-read the lines on her spreadsheet while her thighs rubbed against each other, back and forth, back and forth. She adjusted herself, grinding against her chair before sliding her ass out.
Black hairs emerged over her spine beneath her blouse. Beginning between her shoulder blades, a few grew up to meet the ones still growing over her nape before expanding down to converge over a slight bump above the crack of her ass. Her new position eased the pain in her lower back while enhancing the sensation of her thighs rubbing against her swollen labia.
Her ears twitched. Soft hairs prickled the rolled edges of her ears as they grew, tickling her skin with every new shaft forming and pushing outward.
Muted sounds came to her from beyond their small office. The chatter of others in connected offices, cars driving outside, the screech and groaning of metal and a slight electronic buzzing. Her ears flexed, bending backwards as the furred tips unfolded.
But it was a sudden scent that distracted her from the new sounds. She turned her head to Mr. Hagiwara. Barely her senior, he'd started working two months before her and was only a few years older than she was. Her black nose opened and closed as slits formed at the edges, further enhancing her sense of smell. The gaps around her canines vanished when her nearly flat cuspids lengthened into sharp points.
It was a faint chemical smell with an enticing aroma that made her stomach flutter. She pressed a hand against her belly and scratched, pawing at her buttons until she opened two of them to touch the bare skin below and the red bump of one of her unformed teats.
A chair creaked and she snapped her attention back to her screen as Mr. Sato stood from his desk without a single word. He grabbed his coat, walked through their small office and left. The mood shifted within to a slightly more relaxed atmosphere.
Yuzuki trembled when her clothes rubbed against her overly sensitive body. She turned back to Mr. Hagiwara and inhaled more deeply, savoring the scent he exuded. It was stronger now and she growled quietly while her ears slid through her hair, bent at an angle.
She stood, tugging at her shirt. A thick line of fur showed through the gap where she'd pulled it open earlier. A single reddened bump swelled further and the skin grew wrinkled as it twisted into a dark nipple.
Skin tightened around the questing tip of her tail when it pushed outward, pressing into the back of her skirt, trapped against her body. Hairs grew from the tip of it, long and thick and she clawed at her thighs when she felt them brush against the fine hairs spreading over her ass cheeks.
Mr. Hagiwara jumped when she leaned over behind him, sliding her cheek against his. Her eyes rolled back while her eyelids fluttered and she moaned as she breathed in. The young woman reached out to touch his hand while her tongue slipped out to lay against her bottom lip with a string of drool dotting the tip. The back of her skirt lifted slightly as her tail began to curve.
"Can you... show me... something," she said slowly, staring straight down at his cock. The scent was centered around there. More drool gathered to the tip of her tongue until she swallowed it.
The other two men did their best not to look at her while their brains began to work overtime to parse what was happening.
Yuzuki changed her tactics as she felt the heat swell within her.
"I need the- the files," she panted. Her hand twitched, barely restrained. And then it moved, sliding down his arm, over to his stomach and down further. She licked his ear as she grabbed his cock - already hard - in her hand. Stroking him slowly. "The files for Toho Industries. Paper files. From the back."
He was frozen in his chair as she continued to rub him. Skin grew loose on her palm and along the bottom of her fingers, dragging against the man's pants before beginning to fill out. Her obsidian claws scratched against his shaft and he twitched in response.
"Please."
She stepped back when he pushed his chair away from his desk. The other two men bent over the desks, furiously ignoring what was happening as Hagiwara led Yuzuki to the room in the back of the office.
He turned to her, mouth opening to ask what the hell she was doing but she took the chance to shove her tongue into his mouth, licking him while clawing at his shirt, popping his buttons and pulling it from where it was tucked into his pants. Yuzuki growled as she pushed him against the wall. She straddled his leg with her thighs, grinding her clit against him. Her panties pulled aside and the wetness soaked into his trousers when he returned her awkward, aggressive kissing. The girl kicked her heels off of her aching feet.
The pair slid down the wall. She pulled him and laid him down, tearing his shirt open to shower kisses over his smooth chest. One hand crept down, tugging at his belt and she whined loudly until he helped. Her curved, thick tail swept back and forth, forcing her skirt up to leave her ass bare with the seat of her panties a thin strip between her dripping pussy.
"Ms. Araki, you- why- what's wrong with- ohhhhhhhhhh," Kenzo Hagiwara moaned when Yuzuki gripped his cock with her paw's padding, guiding him to her waiting pussy and taking his virginity.
Yuzuki threw her head back in a silent howl. There was pain as she'd never used more than a single finger when thrusting inside her pussy, instead preferring her clit. And even then, it had been years since she'd played with herself. She snarled as she forced herself down through the pain, trying to relax the muscles within.
He swelled within and she barked when he came unexpectedly.
"S- s- sorry, I-" he stuttered until she bent and licked the inside of his mouth again.
"More," she gasped, finally touching her pussy lips against his kinky pubic hair. She flexed, sliding off of him before growling and pushing down once more. "Give me more."
He gripped her back as she nibbled as his shoulder and his fingertips dug into the thick fur beneath her shirt.
"So- so tight, Ms. Araki, you- you- nnrrrr," he growled and she felt sharp little pains on her back as his nails bit into her blouse, tearing small holes when the tips of his own claws cut through to mark her skin.
She licked his face and his tongue lashed out, longer and longer until they were licking each other's mouths as Kenzo began to thrust up into her.
"I want it," she whined, bouncing down on his cock. "I want it. I want your cum I want it yes I want it I want it I want you to fill me and cum inside of me I want it your babies god yes I can't stop thinking about my stomach swelling my tits dripping breed me breed me like a common bitch I want you to br-"
He snarled and leaned up to bite her shoulder, burying his fangs into her fur and skin while exploding inside of her once more. Yuzuki pushed herself down, forcing him deep until he finally stopped cumming.
Kenzo's arms slid off of her. He growled and trembled and reached up to claw at his face as it began to stretch forward into a muzzle. Yuzuki moaned when pulled free. Cum dribbled from her glistening pussy lips. She stood, raising up to the balls of her feet. Her toes were swollen and bent and layers of keratin grew over her toenails as she stumbled back towards the front office. When she stepped out of the file room, her claws clacked against the floor.
The men refused to look at her. She stalked over to the nearest of them, Mr. Kido and knelt, turning his chair. His hands covered his crotch and she smiled, black lips pulling back over sharp fangs when she saw that he'd pulled his pants down to masturbate.
'What- what is this?!" Mr. Kido cried out when he finally looked at her. His shocked hands reached for her thick, furry ears as she bent to take his cock in her muzzle, enveloping it completely. Her wet black nose buried itself in his bushy pubic hair while her tongue writhed over his dick until he moaned and pulled his cock back by reflex. And then thrust back into her.
Haruto Sawada stood from his desk, unable to stop himself any longer. He unbuckled his pants and kicked off his shoes before stepping out of the trousers. He paused in front of the scene before him. Mr. Kido had his head bent back against his chair with both hands on Yuzuki's head, pushing and pulling as she deep throated his cock. He stared at her triangular, furred ears and curved tail and fur-covered body but his eyes were pulled to her pussy.
It was a costume, he told himself as he pulled his underwear off. He was fixated on her, on her slow wagging tail and the wet suckling sound her tongue made against the other man's cock.
He went to her and she raised her ass when she felt his hands on her hips. He could see the white cum still dripping from her pussy, tangled with the thick fur on her thighs. He should be bothered by it but he was so pent up that he didn't care. He didn't care how she looked or felt. He needed release. He needed to feel something other than the stress he endured. Aside from the crushing schedule of his current job, his parents harassed him about not being able to get a better job or a girlfriend. Every single day he considered ending things and was surprised when he didn't.
It was a costume. Nothing more than a-
He guided himself into her, missing twice until she finally gripped him tight. It was unreal - unlike anything he'd felt before and he knew he would cum before he was all the way inside of her. She seemed to suck him in and he pushed while hissing.
Yuzuki's thin inner lips were swelling - growing past her swollen outer lips as they encircled Haruto's cock. Folding as they thickened into her new spade. The brown lips grew black as he thrust deeper into her.
His release was almost spiritual and his hissing breath vibrated, changing into a deep growl as he clenched his fingers into her hips, pumping her full of his cum. Black hairs pushed through the skin in his arms and over his hands. He shivered, trembling from his toes to his shoulders as his cock swelled once more.
Blood coursed down Haruto's lips when his canine teeth lengthened, scraping painfully against their neighboring teeth before the bones cracked in his cheeks and his jaw thrust forward.
The stress he'd held for years evaporated. His bitch was in front of him, whining and shoving against him. Rambling about puppies and breeding. Her swollen black spade squished against his crotch, against the fur spreading low on his belly.
He pulled her away, forcing her to the ground in order to mount her, sliding his chest against her furry back while her tail was shoved to the side. Mr. Kido raised his head, clawing at his lengthening ears while stroking his cum-covered cock.
"Yes! YES! YESSS! YES BREED ME YES MOUNT ME MAKE ME YOUR BITCH! YES FUCK ME YES YOUR BITCH PUT YOUR PUPPIES INSIDE OF ME YESSSSS!" Yuzuki shrieked when Haruto snarled and bit her shoulder, drooling into her fur as his cock grew, skin sliding out to a bulbous pointed tip that probed her pussy. He growled and thrust until he was inside once more and she howled at the new size of him.
"Gonna- gonna make you mine- gonna- gonna give my parents- grandchildren- pups- pups to suckle on your teats- breed you- again and again litter after litter after-" Haruto growled while pounding into her.
Yuzuki snapped at the air when she felt his knot inflating against her pussy lips. Spreading her open. Forcing her apart. She felt like she would break but she shoved back harder, eager for it. Eager to be knotted by the male thrusting into her. Her claws scored the floor as she was shoved forward into the desk. Cum flung against her and Haruto and the desk and the floor, puddles of it as they mated.
When he came again, Haruto licked her shoulder and slid back, staring up at Kenzo with tired, satisfied eyes when the other man approached and dropped to all fours to crawl to Yuzuki and sniff at her spade and asshole. Kenzo mounted the girl and she arched her back in response, popping the buttons on her blouse to press her bare, furry tits to the floor. Her teats and breasts quaked when the man pounded into her and she yipped from the sharp pain until he found his rhythm.
Mr. Kido slid to the floor on hands and knees in front of her. She stretched to him and he lifted his leg to let her sniff at his red, pointed cock before adjusting himself to let her suck him once more, thrusting into her mouth with quick little movements. Her tongue lashed out to lick his thick knot while he face fucked her.
Haruto sat back, stroking himself, bringing his hand up to lick the cum from the padding swelling on his palm as he waited his turn. Idly, he wondered which of them would breed the bitch first but, ultimately, he didn't care as long as he could pump his seed deep inside of her again. And again. And...
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Yuzuki woke, sore and covered in drying cum and loose fur of various colors. She froze as she heard snoring around her. Arms and legs crossed her body, weighing her down. It was night and the city lights shined through the windows.
"No," she whispered as she remembered fragments of what happened. Her pussy ached with a pain she'd never felt before. She still felt full and when she tensed her muscles, cum spurted out of her. The smell of it made her eyelids flutter and she gasped with sudden, hot need before catching herself and shaking her head. "Oh no no no noooo."
She growled, gnashing her teeth as her canines creaked and withdrew. Her cheeks burned. Crackling as they too shortened, pulling her face back into its slender, heart shape. The cracks in her nostrils healed and black skin faded to pale white while pink flooded her sable lips. More fur wafted away from her body when she carefully extricated herself from the pile of three men, sliding her bare skin against their furred bodies
Still on her hands and knees, she groaned and placed her palm aginst her stomach. She could feel pinching pain beneath the skin as her teats unwound and the ducts dissolved. Her tail swept slowly back and forth, shocking her enough by its presence that she slapped her mouth to stop from crying out. It tugged at her back but less and less as it shriveled back into her body.
The young woman gathered what she could of her clothes. Her panties were torn and useless but she took them and shoved them into her purse while struggling into her shirt and skirt with her tie loose around her neck. Her bra was nowhere to be found and she didn't dare to spend time to find it. She could feel cool air slipping into the tears in her clothing as she rushed barefoot out of the office and into the night.
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A red, drunken face stared at Yuzuki six months later. She'd moved, changed jobs and avoided contact with her old coworkers. All except for Haruto. She opened her phone, not for the first time, and growled, grinding her sharpened canines as she stared at the image she already had open. A picture of her previous coworker in his hotel room above her, stroking his cock. His black claws stood out against the red knot at the base of his dick.
She'd tried to ignore the new urges - the changes that would come when she let her mind wander. She'd honestly tried.
Now, she tossed back her fourth drink and reached up to touch the collar she'd bought earlier in the day after Haruto had sent his first message. A short video that only showed the head of his cock changing. She'd played it on loop until she felt fur growing on her belly, scratching her. She'd tried to ignore it the rest of the day but found herself wandering on her lunch break. The collar was an impulse buy and she couldn't stop touching it now that it was around her neck.
Like a collared proper bitch.
"You alone?" the man asked. Yuzuki looked down at his hand to see the pale skin where his wedding ring should be. She growled but forced a smile.
Instead of answering, she gripped the back of the man's head and let her claws dig in while pulling him towards her for a kiss, filling his mouth with her drool while her fangs made small cuts on his tongue.
He stared at her in shock while wiping his mouth when she stepped away from him.
"Enjoy it," she told him simply, walking away with her head tilted and her nostrils flexing, leading her towards Haruto's room.
Her hand brushed her belly - her teat and she moaned as she imagined sharp little teeth nursing from her. More and more she had lulled herself to sleep after massive orgasms from picturing herself being mounted with a pregnant belly brushing the floor. She snarled as she pounded the elevator button, barely glancing behind at the drunken man trying to put his wedding ring back on while scratching at the fur beginning to grow on the back of his neck.
Haruto waited for her. Her mate. Yuzuki stroked her pussy with her head against the elevator door, pulling at the swollen pussy lips as they began to fold. She couldn't understand why she'd ever held back and now she promised herself she wouldn't. Her free hand touched her collar as her black lips pulled back with a feral smile.
The door opened and Haruto stood naked before her on the balls of his feet. His hand reached out to touch the fur spreading over her cheek. They leaned in, licking each other's mouth in greeting until Haruto stepped back to stroke her face again.
"Good girrrrrl," he growled, leading her inside while she closed the door. The tip of her short tail wagged as she followed him, eager to cast off the shell of her old life.
