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Leashed Ch. 04
🕑 Added 2022-03-04 19:54:58 +0000 UTCFirst story in March! Woo! I'm afraid this month will be heavy with werewolves and dog girls. Apologies ahead of time! Also there will be two illustrations+captions this month. Rejoice!
Loosely based on the fabulous art here by Gala: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39438029/
Amber hesitated at the threshold with her hand against the doorframe. She stared through the open door into the street beyond.
Inhaling.
Filling her nose with the scents that defined the outside world. The posh neighborhood was quiet, but she could hear rambunctious kids, blocks away and out of her sight, yelling at each other.
She pulled her hand away to run her fingers through her short hair before touching the rounded edges of her ears. And then again, rubbing them with her thumbs. Down, opening her hands to slide her fingers against her cheeks and around to her lips. She huffed. Her tongue shot out to lick between her fingers until she snatched it away. And up to rub the bridge of her nose. Her septum ring shifted beneath her finger.
Cool outside air fought with the warmer air inside the house, swirling around her. Her loose, low cut t-shirt rippled against her chest. Not for the first time, she reached up to touch her nipple. The absence of the spiked piercings left her anxious.
"That's dumb," she told herself, whispering the words despite being alone in the house. Still, she raised her hand to her neck to ensure the studded necklace was wrapped tightly around her throat. Her slender fingers traced the edge of the leather collar before turning it so the gemstones were facing forward.
Despite the words, she couldn't shake the feeling. Her hand touched the doorframe once more as she looked back. Into the house and towards the bedroom. A long, lacquered box rested upon a dresser. It was handmade to contain all of the piercings Noah had gifted to her. Several of the cushioned spots were empty, but others-
Amber's left hand brushed her stomach. She caressed the left side of her body, sliding her hand inward and down over her flat belly. The woman sighed slowly, pushing the air from her lungs while her eyes focused towards the distance.
Six barbell piercings were nestled within the box on the dresser. She curled her fingers to allow her short nails to stroke where her teats would be. Another sigh, sharper as she remembered Noah's lips against them. Teeth clicking against metal while his tongue swirled. One hand beneath her back, lifting her while the other pinched her nipple.
In the present, her chest rose and fell. She closed her eyes, focusing on the memory. He loved to tease her - to draw out her pleasure until she was on the brink of an orgasm, only to back off at the last second, denying her orgasm. Taking his time with all six of her teats in turn until they were erect and aching - standing out over the short fur covering her belly. Tongue twisting the teats by flicking her piercings until she was whining for him to fuck her. He would just smile at her, clawing down her muscular sides, scratching through her fur while kissing down her belly.
Amber opened her eyes with a shuddering breath to find herself leaning against the doorframe.
Her sex drive had become ludicrous since she'd opened the package he'd left outside her apartment. She'd already masturbated three times since waking to find Noah gone and she'd sent him pictures to prove it - her hand hovering over her glistening pussy with her claws spreading herself open. And a second picture of her cleaning her cum from her paw pads with her collar clearly in the picture frame.
Afterwards, temporarily sated, she felt waves of relaxation. She'd twisted in bed and raised her hand and gasped when she watched fur falling away to show bare skin and more fur receding into the flesh. Her claws had cracked silently - pale lines appearing on the black surface as they flattened themselves into fingernails. The reverted changes slowed until she focused on them, willing them to continue.
Over a span of several hours, she found that she could reverse the changes on purpose through pure concentration. It was awkward at first, but the more she practiced, the easier it became until she lay exhausted on sheets covered in loose black and tan fur. Human once more.
A sense of loss filled her, followed by surprise as the right side of her mouth curled up while her brows furrowed in amused exasperation at herself.
Because you aren't a dog anymore? she asked herself. You're out of your mind, girl.
Amber closed the door and turned, pulling at her shirt as she walked back into the bedroom. She folded the shirt before setting it down and unbuttoning her pants. Her thumbs hooked into the waistband carefully until she remembered she didn't have claws. Shaking her head at herself, she pushed and stepped out of her pants when they were pooled around her ankles.
She stood on her forefeet with her knees bent, showing her calf muscles with her toes splayed, separated by the rings she wore around them. A suitcase lay on the floor next to the dresser, containing a small selection of her clothes as chosen by Noah when he stopped by her house the day before.
When she knelt by the suitcase, she realized she was still on the balls of her feet when her knees wobbled. Without the support of her paw pads and the wider paws themselves, she was less stable and she sheepishly lowered herself down.
Several pairs of tights were rolled up along the edge of her suitcase. She laughed quietly at Noah's choice in what to grab, but, after some consideration, she took a pair of sheer stockings. Digging around carefully so as not to unfold everything, she prayed that he included-
"Ahah," she said, pulling a black skirt from under a pair of jeans. "Now, where did..."
Her smile widened when she touched a cobalt blue halter top.
Standing with her treasures, she laid the skirt and stockings on the bed. Reaching one hand behind her back, she squeezed the clasps on her bra. Once undone, she pulled her arms through and tossed the bra lightly on top of her suitcase. She slipped her head through the halter top. The single open loop settled against her nape, leaving her upper back, arms, and midriff exposed. Glancing down she touched the inside curves of her breasts shown by the low-cut neckline.
"Of course you'd pick this one," she said with a laugh.
Amber turned to sit on the edge of the bed. She unrolled the stockings and then gathered one in her hands while lifting her leg to place her heel against the mattress. Frowning, she held the stocking with her left hand while staring down at her foot. A few tan colored hairs poked out from the skin between her toes while more were scattered over the top of her foot. She brushed her fingers against them and then tapped her fingernail against her toenail, wincing slightly at the loud clicking sound.
Her toenails were gray with a faint rounded curve along the top. She continued to stare while twisting her lips from one side to the other. Contemplating her situation.
"Nobody will notice," she told herself, out loud, before slipping her feet into the silky stocking.
Fine, nearly invisible tan hairs dragged against the stockings with an inaudible rasping sound that made her ears twitch. She pulled until her toenails pushed against the tips of the stocking. Her fingers worked slowly, unraveling the smooth material over her forefeet and up her arch. She gasped and then growled quietly when her nails scratched along the thin, sensitive skin.
The memory of the first time she'd changed filled her mind. It woke things within her. Touched parts of her that she'd never bothered with before. Simply walking over her thick carpeting had sent shivers up her spine when her toes pressed into the soft pile. She'd bent, pulling her foot closer to her mouth to lick between her toes as they'd changed, moaning from the pleasure of her hot, wet tongue sliding against the padding swelling from her feet and the fur dragging against her tongue while the roots pulled at the flesh beneath until she was moaning.
Seated at the edge of the bed, Amber's pupils dilated. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she leaned forward. Folding herself, bending until her lips hovered over the bare skin still exposed. The few tan hairs flattened when she exhaled and her warm breath billowed over the soft skin, causing her to groan with a low voice on the edge of a growl.
Further, she bent, until her lips touched skin and she moved, letting her bottom lip drag before sticking out her small pink tongue to lick slowly. Lost to the building arousal, she licked her stockings, too far out of it to consider taking them off. Grumbling as she continued, her tongue pulling against the fabric until she reached her toes. Now her tongue plunged between the knuckles and she moaned.
And froze. Blinking. Staring at her foot with her mouth open. Amber pulled back slowly with a sharp huff of exhaled breath. She wiped her mouth against the back of her hand, swallowed and shook her head before bringing her fingers up to touch the gemstones on her collar.
"Uh. Whoa," she whispered. And then she shivered and hissed as goosebumps lifted on her skin in a wave that spread outward from the center of her back.
Amber continued unrolling the stocking. It swallowed her foot and compressed against her calf muscle. When it reached her thighs, she let out a shuddering breath. Individual black hairs, short and flat and strewn over her legs, were pulled back. Her already sensitive body reacted to it and she grinded her teeth to keep herself under control as she slowed her hands.
Now painfully aware of how overstimulated she was, Amber more carefully worked the other stocking over her feet and up around her shins and thighs. Once finished, she scratched the inside of her thighs where it joined her crotch with long strokes of her fingers. Her fingernails rubbed against sand colored hairs growing from the fold and from the surrounding skin.
"Alright, then," she said, bouncing up from the bed and turning to grab her skirt.
Stepping into it, one foot after the other, she wiggled her hips while raising the skirt and pulling the waistband apart until it settled on her hips. It snapped quietly in place when she removed her hands. She tugged at it and then reached around to massage her lower back, working her thumb into the skin.
Her tailbone, loose but held in place by the surrounding muscle and tendons, shifted while she massaged herself. A few black and tan hairs covered the skin beneath her thumb with more ebony hairs tracing a thin line up, barely two inches long but visible in the gap left by her halter top.
She raised her bare arms in front of herself with a satisfied smile, turning her hands and wrists while eyeing her toned forearms and biceps. Wispy tawny hairs covered her knuckles. More dotted the back of her hand, but they were tiny and nearly invisible until they darkened above her wrist. Amber stroked the few black hairs on her arms, focusing her brown eyes carefully on them before deciding it didn't matter.
"I'm going out," she told the room, as if expecting an argument from it. "I have everything under control and that's cause for celebration. I'll just go out on a short trip to buy some clothes. A little test run. And then I'll come home and-"
She frowned, suddenly wondering how to undo the changes. And then frowned deeper as she realized she was thinking of her human form as the alternative form of her body. She reached up with a sad whine, placing her fingers beneath the collar. Seeking comfort from it in the absence of Noah's touch.
"I'm human," she whispered with her thumb stroking the large gemstones on the collar. "This is me. The- the other way is the- the-"
Words flashed through her mind before being discarded: weird, wrong, strange, fucked up. She couldn't bring herself to say it. Her hand slipped away from her collar to touch the taut skin above her belly button where she scratched at a patch of beige hairs. And then over, again, rubbing where one of her teats would be. A few faint wrinkles marked a vague circular outline where her nails touched.
"I'm going," she repeated defiantly, flashing her teeth with her voice pitched low.
Amber stalked through the bedroom on her toes with her heel lifted and her knees bent. Her feet threatened to slip on the hardwood floor until, after reaching the front room, she naturally lowered her stance to walk flat-footed.
A plain bag held a collection of shoes retrieved from her apartment. She knelt in front of it to undo the knot holding it closed. In the week that she'd stayed with Noah, she'd gone barefoot the entire time, even when walking through the surprisingly large garden he maintained behind the house. Now, she carefully removed every shoe, matching it with its partner in a row set against the wall.
After very short deliberation, she chose a pair of black ballet flats. With one knee against the ground and her finger hooked against the back of her shoe, she slipped her foot inside, enjoying the way her stockings glided into the tight shoes without a hint of friction. Once settled, she wiggled her toes and switched knees to step into her other shoe.
The young woman stood in front of a cheval mirror set beside the door. She tugged at the pleats of her skirt and then up to her top, fussing over how it lay against her belly before bringing the strap down beneath her collar. With her clothes in place, she stepped closer, leaning in to stare at her face.
Darky, glossy vellus hairs grew from the bridge of her nose, just behind the tip and up between her eyes. She touched them gingerly while trying, and failing, to remember if they were there when she'd checked earlier. Her yellowish-brown eyes flicked around her face as she licked her lips nervously.
Skin separated from the rounded corner of her nostrils, creating fine slits unnoticed by Amber as she parted her brown eyebrows to find lighter hairs mixed in with the darker ones.
"So my control isn't perfect yet," she said, still arguing with the silent room. She stepped back with a shrug. Her hand reached down to scratch the long line of hairs growing above her belly button. "Nobody's going to notice."
The heels of her flats slapped against the floor when she raised up to her forefeet. She growled and lowered herself once more, focusing on every step as she walked to where her purse hung on the wall. Slinging it over her shoulder, she unlocked the door and left.
In the time since she'd first checked outside, the temperature changed and she basked in the mid-day warmth of the sun where it touched the exposed skin on her back.
Miniature holes opened in the flesh low on her back, parting when shafts of hair formed and lengthened. They grew in a slender line up from the irregular patch covering her tailbone. The slight prickling sensation was lost to her as she focused on the world around her, but the hairs continued to spread until they touched the bottom of her halter top, only to reappear several minutes later above the band of fabric wrapped beneath her shoulder blades.
The stripe of sable hair covering her spine shined in the sunlight, absorbing the heat before passing it on to the skin below. She reached up to scratch the back of her neck just as the fur touched her hairline.
Smells filled the air. Amber couldn't stop smiling as she inhaled deeply. The slits at the corner of her nostrils lifted, pulling lightly against her septum ring when they moved. A narrow furrow appeared in her columella. Thinner than a hair's width, the groove lengthened until it split her nostrils evenly. The skin surrounding it fractured like broken glass, creating miniature cracks with light gray divisions.
The scent of food made her drool, reminding her suddenly that she hadn't had a single thing to eat all day. Her tongue slapped against her lips, thinner and broader than before as she licked them before swallowing.
The mall has a food court, she told herself, idly rubbing her stomach as the skin tightened at the same time a cramp seized her. It was brief, passing quickly and she told herself it was due to her hunger. Beneath the skin, ducts burrowed into her body before connecting to her as-yet unformed teats.
Eight blocks away from the house, halfway to the mall, a dull ache formed in her left foot. Barely seconds later, the same pain echoed in the arch of her right foot. She raised herself, briefly, up to the balls of her feet and the pain lessened but her flats popped free to slap against the ground. She growled quietly and fixed them, ignoring the dull pain.
This is what you get for going so long without shoes, she thought. The convenience of her paw pads was too much to ignore. As a lesser twinge shot up her shin to her knee, she sighed. I'll need to practice. I can't let myself get too comfortable walking around like that. Unless I just stay in that form.
She stopped, mid-step, as she realized what she'd thought. Growling again, she shook her head and continued, swearing that she would practice rather than letting herself go.
Gaps appeared between the metal studs high on her ears when the skin lengthened, fed by flesh gathered around the base. The rolled edges along the rounded tips popped as they flattened and drew to soft points that whisked against the sharp ends of her short hair when they flexed to focus on a car's rattling exhaust several blocks away. She scratched her jaw and up to her ears before rubbing the thin skin between her fingers.
Amber's heart skipped a beat. Noah could barely leave her ears alone when they relaxed together, arms and legs wound together in bed, on the floor or wherever they found themselves cuddling. It was a mind melting experience for her that brought a mixture of deep relaxation and slow growing arousal mixed with the pleasure of being touched by someone she cared about. Doing it herself only made her miss him that much more. And the way his skin felt against her fur.
Bones grinded in her feet, scraping as they began to expand, millimeter by millimeter. Keratin spread out from her nail beds, flowing over her toenails until they curled forward to scrape against the inside of her shoes. Amber winced at the continued cramps assaulting the arches of her feet.
"Thank god," she whispered when she spied the mall in front of her.
She paused at the corner of the block, waiting for the red light. A few more pedestrians gathered around her and Amber closed her eyes. She huffed as she scented them, separating their individual odors and the history the smells provided. Soaking in the details while picking them apart until she was almost certain she could smell their emotions. Before he coughed, she picked up the sharp scent of the young man's sickness and she stepped away from him, putting distance between the two to settle closer to the old man who smelled of babies. That one exuded a warmth and an almost lemony odor she associated with happiness. Other intricate hints led her to think he'd spent the morning playing with his grandchildren. Her ears tweaked when she caught the rasp of his exhaled breath, just before he started to hum.
When the light turned green, she let them pass and followed behind while scratching the dirty blonde hair covering the middle of her belly. Two flat, round wrinkled patches of skin lay exposed below her halter top, on opposite sides of her body. She exhaled when her thumb brushed against one of them.
The mall's enormous parking lot opened before her. Amber stepped off the sidewalk to cross the empty lot in a direct line to the food court. She inhaled with quick huffs before swallowing her drool and grinding her teeth together. She could taste the broad mixture of foods at the back of her throat and it made her gums itch.
More hairs joined the three between her eyes before spreading up towards her sand-colored eyebrows slowly, one hair every few minutes with gaps between. More hairs, matching those creeping over her face, grew from her thighs and shins. The lower ones slipped through her stockings until the sheer fabric was nearly opaque.
Amber dodged parked cars in a rush to enter through the glass doors leading into the mall. She turned her head as people passed her, unable to help herself from smelling after them. Once inside, the muted sounds assaulted her, causing her to freeze in place with a low growl while her pointed ears trembled. She focused and steadied her breathing in an attempt to set the sounds aside, ignoring the demanding noises and loud voices until they subsided.
Shaking her head to settle her elongated ears, she continued, lifting her heels slightly off the ground as she made her way to the waiting stalls. She stopped in front of each vendor, staring between the menus and the sizzling grills until, at the fourth counter, a young girl came out with a plate of samples.
"Do you want to try our teriyaki?" She asked while selecting a piece of chicken speared by a toothpick. The girl held it out and Amber leaned forward eagerly, opening her mouth to take the offered piece with her teeth until the girl laughed nervously.
Heat filled Amber's cheeks. She coughed, rubbed the tip of her nose and then reached out sheepishly to take the food with a whispered 'sorry.'
The juices filled her mouth. She barely chewed before swallowing and then held the toothpick before her, licking it clean in front of the waiting girl who stopped away from her.
"There's- there's a trash- trash can over there when you're done," the girl said while pointing.
Amber tossed the toothpick before stepping up to the counter to order. She waited impatiently by the side, whining quietly but continuously with every exhaled breath as she watched them work. Vertebrae formed low in her back, pushing against her tailbone when they connected. A lump formed, half-hidden by the band of her skirt. As the skin stretched, more hairs grew to fill the gaps. For a brief moment, her short tail almost freed itself by pulling away from the skirt until a new growth shoved it down against the waistband, trapping it in place.
When her number was called, Amber snatched the waiting red tray. Her fingernails, curved and gray, carved slivers of plastic in her haste. She carried it to a table far away from the others where the food court opened to the rest of the stores in the mall.
Amber's throat rumbled. She bent, grabbing pieces of chicken with her fingers. Her nails became bulky, darkening until they bulged and her blunt claws clicked together. With her mouth hovering over her plate, she shoveled the food past her lips, growling with every bite. Her canines widened in her sore gums before sliding through the puffy flesh, extending into sharp fangs that tore the tender meat apart. Her other teeth followed more gradually as dentin flowed to reshape them.
Between bites her tongue slapped against her mouth, brushing the tip of her pebbled nose. Ebony streaks appeared in her lips as her tongue dragged against them, cleaning every speck of juice. She leaned back, still hunched, to shove her hands against her mouth. Her tongue swirled against her palm, pulling at the loose skin covering the wide area beneath her fingers just as it began to fill out. She growled happily when her tongue folded over her fingers, licking them clean before flexing against the webbing between them. And then up to her claws, working diligently beneath the curved tips.
Once finished cleaning, Amber shoved her mouth down over the food, snatching chicken with her sharp teeth. Bones cracked, pushing her jaw forward and the columella was pulled with it, forcing her slanted nostrils to straighten. The random black hairs between her brows continued growing, branching out towards her temples.
Her hands, pressed against the table, slid when her padding swelled. The lines criss-crossing her palms vanished as the skin grew dense. Calluses formed along the joints of her fingers before they began to bulge, lifting them from the table. Black speckles appeared in the leathery padding. The little dots spread, consuming the pale coloring until the bulbous padding was a uniform onyx.
Tan hairs emerged around the edges of the padding and up, joining the few hairs already in place between her fingers.
Rice flung away from her plate, over the tray and onto the table as she continued to eat, ignoring the vegetables but devouring the rice and chicken until they were gone. She flattened her tongue on the plate and her nose ring clicked against the plastic as she cleaned the sauce and lingering grains of rice.
Whispers surrounded her along with people openly staring. As before, Amber's tongue worked around her mouth, cleaning her pitch black lips and nostrils until she was satisfied. She almost licked up the rice on the table but decided it wasn't enough to bother and, instead, she scooped them back onto her tray.
Pain lanced through the arches of her feet, forcing her up to ease the pain. Her flats flip-flopped on linoleum until she snarled and kicked, flinging them away. The claws lining her toes clicked against the floor. Every step caused them to grind against her stockings until she tore holes that widened as she walked. When she reached the trash can her curved claws lay completely exposed.
The very tip of her still-growing, glossy black tail swung beneath the pleats of her dress, shifting against her ass cheeks with every step.
The ends of her stockings stretched when the bones, temporarily at rest, moved within her feet once more. She turned, looking down the wide hallway until she oriented herself. Her foot touched the ground, compressing the thin padding growing in a triangular pattern along her forefeet. She sighed happily as the cushioning filled out, easing the stress on her toes.
Amber rubbed above her top lip, scratching the tan hairs growing beneath her nose. She reached down, scratching her full belly and she groaned when the skin twisted, gathering into two wrinkled little teats that pushed away from her skin. A single cramp seized her lower belly and multiple miniscule droplets of milk squeezed out through the tiny holes at the tip of her bottom left teat, joining into a single drop that fell at her touch to soak into the beige hairs spreading over her belly. She shuddered, leaning against the glass storefront next to her when the other teats grew in with piercing, pleasurable twinges that rippled throughout her body.
Pushing herself back to a standing position, she turned to smile at herself.
And barked loudly, startling the people around her before clamping her hands against her mouth.
Her face was extended into a short half-muzzle and she watched, horrified as her already pointed ears began to lengthen further. Skin flowed over the ears, expanding them until they folded in half and then immediately flattened against her head to show her fear. They trembled as she stared at the black fur already covering her arms.
Bending over to try to hide her exposed teats, she ran, ducking into the store without realizing where she was but grateful for the darkened interior. Her ears swiveled as she looked around, anxious to avoid anyone. Only two people were inside. One stood behind the counter with their eyes glued to their phone while the other hung clothes at a plodding, disinterested pace.
She dodged both of them, crouching with her claws latching onto the short carpet as she slipped through the store, desperate to find the bathroom.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck," she cursed when she realized there were no public bathrooms. She could smell one on the opposite side of the store but it was behind a door marked 'Employees Only' and she was sure it would be locked.
Amber grabbed her phone from her purse. The screen blinked once, twice as it tried facial recognition before failing and asking for a PIN. She started to enter the code carefully until nerves ignited between her thighs. The phone dropped from her shaking hands and she moaned, biting at her lips while slamming her hands down against her thighs. She lowered herself to her knees with her legs spread and her claws tore at her stockings while she arched her back.
She could feel it happening. Her pussy clenched, the muscles slipping together as she grew wet. Her heart began to speed up and waves of heat followed every beat, radiating from her pussy. She bit hard against her lips with her wide, pebbled nostrils flaring, desperately trying to keep down the needy whine that threatened to escape her.
"Haah- haaaahn," she whined, mouth open, tongue dangling and tipped with drool. She bowed her head while shoving her ass back. Unable to stop herself. Her skirt lifted when her thick tail curled behind her, exposing her ass and her engorged labia to the open air. The heat continued to pulse and her panties clung against her, soaked through. "Puh- puh- please."
Amber's trembling hand reached for the phone. Anyone could see her and she burned at the thought but couldn't stop the muscles from clenching in her back as it forced her chest down and her ass up.
Her pussy lips opened. Her vulva reacted to her heat, swelling in return. Stretch marks appeared when the thin flesh filled out but the white lines grew dark and healed and the coloring spread. The seat of her panties tightened against her, shrinking to a narrow band that did little to hide her changing pussy.
Clear cum leaked from between her changing sex, forced out by the tightening muscles and the folding lips. Thick strings fell before swinging and breaking. Some latched onto her stockings while the rest fell to the floor. Her powerful sense of smell only added to the feedback, leaving her helplessly lost in a lustful loop.
Black flesh gathered around her hood. Her clit lay exposed, engorged like the lips below until her hood overwhelmed it, dragging it up to meet her bulging inner lips as they rolled, hiding the pink within. She whined again and rocked up until her skirt flipped to cover the fur spreading over her back.
"Ngghhh," Amber groaned. She panted and strained, reaching for her phone. With straining concentration, she finished her code and slowly opened her texting application.
Help, she wrote before growling and clawing her hand back, tearing through the carpet until she rested on her forearms with her hands curled into awkward fists due to the padding.
A buzz hissed in her ears, slow at first like the distant roar of a crowd until it began to grow. She growled and shook her head, lapping at her nose and the studded septum ring. Her ass shook. The heat was insufferable - a tangible web filling her mind as her nerves exploded.
"Want want want want-" she panted, unable to even think straight. Her tail wagged behind her and she grinded her teeth while wrinkling the bridge of her nose. Angry. Frustrated. Her paw slid down her belly, stroking her teats until she pressed it between her thighs.
"I'm here," a voice told her.
Hand on her back. Soothing. Calming. A great light wiped everything from her eyes and the roaring faded.
Familiar scents eased her suffering. She whined when a hand pulled her up.
"No. No no no I want- I want-" she said, trying to explain how badly she needed to be fucked.
She whined louder. Holding onto the wrist, she tried to bring the hand down to touch her while going up to lick-
She huffed. Inhaled and huffed again.
"Noah," she groaned before licking his neck and cheek.
He pulled and she followed, stumbling. Through rooms. The scents were familiar but her eyes couldn't focus. She needed to tell him. He had to understand that the heat was destroying her. Eroding her reason.
She barely resisted when he led her to a new room. Strong hands turned her and she followed gladly before shoving her ass back against him. Marking him with her distended pussy.
Fingers touched the small of her back. She felt something against her shins, forcing her to kneel when he exerted pressure. A cushion touched her stomach, bending her until she rested her chest against it.
Amber couldn't resist the urge to shove back, hopeful that he'd mount her and ease the heat but he grabbed her halter top instead, pulling it up and over her head. Those same hands gripped her wrists, holding them in place. Soft leather touched her forearms. With one hand holding her, he pulled her arms together, up and behind her head before binding them. Chains clinked when she struggled briefly but he bent low to kiss her left ear. It twitched but she moaned and leaned her head back, desperate to lick his face. His lips moved away - lower, kissing the corner of her jaw. Lower still, lips to her neck. Lingering. Down to her shoulder where he pressed his mouth against the curve leading up to her throat.
Noah's lips parted and she moaned, loudly, hungrily, when his teeth touched her flat fur and the skin beneath. When he bit down, she cried out, shaking the chains to try to reach him.
"Sit," he told her, his voice a command mixed with a hint of humor. "Stay."
He pulled away from her. She waited for a few seconds, but, when he didn't return, she started to stand, only for him to grip the back of her neck. Holding her in place.
"I said stay," he growled and now it was a command. She shivered and moaned, flexing her hips for him while spreading her knees. Submissive and hungry and ready. The words burrowed deep into her brain.
She whined when she didn't feel his cock against her. Instead, thick straps touched her thighs. He wrapped them around and then down to her shins before bringing them back, folding her leg as he slipped a short belt through a buckle.
"No," she gasped, trying to stand. She has to tell him. She has to get him to understand how bad it is.
Another set of straps touched her other leg. She whimpered, but he ignored her as he tightened it around her as he did the other.
Her feet touched together behind her. Her knees were spread wide, leaving her completely open. She heard him move. Something rumbled softly and the chains tightened, pulling her back into a curve that left her chest up and her ass back. She struggled, testing the restraints but they heldher tightly.
"I'll buy you a new one," he said, suddenly close to her ears. His hot breath made her moan. She turned, trying to lick his face but he's already away and cold metal touches her side. The knife moved, slicing through her skirt until it fell away. He grabbed her panties while she squirmed, sawing the soaked material back and forth against her pussy until she screamed for more, just on the edge of an orgasm. And then he stopped. With a deft cut, he removed her panties and set them on a nearby table.
Amber gasped. Panted. Trembled.
"Why?" she asks. Drool dripped from her tongue. "Why?"
His hand stroked the short fur on her back. From her ass up, counter to the growth pattern before stroking down. She shoved up against him as much as she could. His mouth returned to her shoulder. Lips this time, kissing her tenderly as he reached around to fondle her breasts. Tweaking her nipples briefly.
"Yessss," she moaned.
Cold metal touched her again.
"Hold still," he told her and she froze as he slipped her nipple piercing back into place. One and then the other. "Good girl."
The words make her gasp. More than that - the intonation of it. The very way he spoke made her growl with need until he tweaked the studded piercings on her nipples and she cried out, snapping sharp teeth at the empty air.
Finally, he walked around in front of her. She leaned forward, straining to lick his face, but he stayed just out of reach. Ignoring her, he clipped a metal chain onto her left nipple piercing, letting it dangle where the weight of it pulled on her before taking the other end and attaching it to her left nipple. He reached, curling fingers around the middle of the chain. And he pulled.
Amber howled as pain mixed with pleasure. Noah held the chain at the very extent with her nipples stretching over her areola. He watched her face, searching for little signs and immediately released when he thought she was at her limit.
"Good girl," he said again and he leaned forward, holding his face for her to lick his mouth and nose as a reward. When he stood straight, she bowed her head, panting. Trembling. On edge.
He knelt before her, caressing her ripped stockings before reaching to grab a tiny metal barbell. She watched as he inserted it through her teat, wincing when she expected pain before remembering that they were always already pierced when they grew in place - mimicking her nipples. He screwed the cap on as she swallowed the drool covering her tongue.
With a glance at her face, he bent and kissed the teat before picking up the next piercing. He worked methodically, reattaching her piercings and kissing each teat in turn until he was finished.
In full view of her, just out of reach, he began to undress. She moaned as she watched him undo the buttons to his shirt and growled when she spied his bare chest. He folded each piece of clothing carefully, drawing out the game he played with her until he stood naked. Erect.
Amber whined piteously, stretching her head while sniffing. Black nostrils opening as she took in his scent.
He reached out, caressing her cheek with love in his eyes and she closed her own before rubbing against him. When his hand came away, she licked it quickly. He walked around her. The chains jingled as she tried to turn. To watch him.
There was nothing. Forced to face away from him, she jerked when he began to wrap straps around her chest. The leather slid against her fur as he worked, circling her neck beneath her collar and down beneath breasts. And up. Over and over until he pulled and the makeshift harness tightened against her. Locking her even more firmly in place.
A faint squeak preceded the sound of running water splashing into a bowl. She whined as she tried to look again but it was useless. Fingers touched her stockings. Noah pulled, forcing her toes through the tears she'd made earlier, ripping them further until her paws were bare.
"Ahn!" Amber cried out when she felt warmth against her feet. She curled her toes as much as she could but her padding prevented the motion.
"Be still," Noah said.
He held her heel with one hand while the other grasped a cloth soaked in warm water. In the silent room, facing the blank wall away from Noah, she moaned and bit her lip as he dragged the cloth over her bulging padding. He worked dextrously but slowly, wringing the cloth out often as he cleaned her. His finger, pressed into the cloth, touched the skin surrounding the padding and she groaned as he traced around it, stroking her already sensitive flesh.
When the cloth was removed, she braced for more, but, instead, jerked when she felt his hot breath flow over her foot and the cooling moisture left behind. His soft lips touched the leathery black padding as he kissed her, holding it for second seconds before standing once more.
Noah pinched the cloth gently between her toes, cleaning fur and skin in turn. His left hand slid down to her arch, holding her tightly in place when he began to work on her toes. He massaged as he cleaned now, rubbing his thumb into the small bumps of padding. Swirling the cloth as she panted and whined with her tail curled and her ass shaking.
Once more his hand slid down, cupping her forefeet. She curled her toes and he wiped her claws.
Her pussy dripped freely. The folded lips opened to show her clenching pussy and she whined as she tried to entice him. His touch was maddening, bringing her close to an orgasm before pulling away just as she thought she would cum.
Both of his hands touched her ass and she howled, ready for him to take her. Instead, he massaged the taut clesh while scratching the fur covering her cheeks. Gripping and scratching. Pulling her open and watching her glistening pussy lips part.
Unable to help himself and wanting to give her another reward, Noah leaned in slowly, inhaling her scent until he kissed her engorged lips. She shoved back into him, praying he would lick her but he stood straight, wiping his mouth. She huffed and whined in response.
"Clean them," he told her, bringing his hand around to her mouth. She licked immediately, tasting her cum as she lapped at his palm and fingers. "Good girl."
He was behind her again. Silent.
"This is a punishment," he told her. "I could've helped if you wanted to go out. I could've gone with you or given you something to hold your human form. They saw you and I had to fix it. Hopefully not damaging anyone mentally in the process; I had no time to be delicate."
He ran his fingers through her short hair before clenching them and pulling her head back. His cheek touched her velvety ears.
"Good girls don't cause trouble for their Masters, do they?" he asked.
"Noooooo," she moaned before licking her lips.
"Good, that's good. That's my good girl," he told her, relaxing his fingers in order to stroke her hair. She groaned when he rubbed her ear between his fingers and sighed when he took his hand away.
She waited. And waited. Waited for him to touch her again. To talk to her. For anything.
"N- Noah?" she asked. She knew he was there. She could smell him clearly and hear the sound of his quiet breathing. "Noah, are you-"
Fingers against her foot. Lips against the padding on her large toe.
"You're changed," he told her before kissing her second toe. And her third. "Physically."
He kissed all five of her toes in turn before stroking the fur covering the extended, angled arch on her left foot. He kissed each of those toes in turn and she moaned and shook her chains at the heightened tickling sensation.
She bucked when his hand touched the middle of her back.
"That's a girl, it's okay," he said to soothe her while stroking her fur. He bent his fingers to claw the skin beneath and she shuddered at his touch.
"Changed," he repeated. "Physically..."
His hand scratched down to her tail until he circled the base with his fingers, trailing his nails light on her skin. He gripped her tail suddenly and she barked in response.
"And mentally."
Noah pulled her tail, lifting her ass as he bent to kiss the inside of her ass cheek, so painfully close to her pussy. She whined and blushed, biting her lips until she couldn't contain another animalistic whine.
His thumb rubbed against her tail. Lower. Lower until he caressed the inward puckering lips of her asshole. She growled and shoved, nearly forcing the tip of his thumb inside until he adjusted his hold, gripping her tail tighter while swirling the dark skin. He listened to her panting and her whines as they slowly increased. She rocked back into his finger as much as the chains would allow.
Warm spit touched the skin between her tail and asshole, oozing down to coat her. He swirled his finger, coating it before slipping it just inside. Amber barked and quivered as he plunged his trimmed nail within, listening intently while watching her body. She cried out, whimpering until-
He removed his thumb, wiping it on the cloth resting against the bowl.
"Pleeeeasssse," Amber whined.
Standing behind her spread legs, held tight by straps, he caressed her ears lovingly. Reminding her what she was.
"YES!" Amber screamed when she felt his cock touch the inside of her feet. She swiveled both, desperate to feel his dick on any part of body and he reached down to hold them together, pressing them against his shaft.
He slid back, groaning as her fur tickled his cock until he was freed. Amber whined while curling her toes, hungry for his touch. He held himself steady to rub himself against her, guiding the head of his cock back between the bulge of the paw padding on both feet. He pushed forward, staring at the head slidding past the black padding. Once more he groaned when the tawny fur caressed his cock.
Precum welled from the tip until it smeared into her fur. Amber growled and inhaled, drinking the scent in before begging for more. He thrust again and then a third time before pulling away.
"Please please please please please," Amber whined. "Please I- OH FUHHH!"
He placed his palm against her pussy and clenched, gripping it in his hand while she squirmed against him.
"So like a dog's," he said, his voice dropped low. He squeezed and rubbed his palm before opening his hand to caress the lips with a finger dipping in between. Her gasping, panting breath hitched erratically and he listened carefully, snatching his hand away when he thought she would cum. She howled in reply and he smiled, moving his hand to grip her ass instead.
With his free hand, he guided himself carefully down to her left foot, tapping against her big toe before sliding the head down against it and the toe next to it. Amber worked her foot, anxious to give him a footjob. Eager to make him cum.
"No," he growled, gripping her foot. "Don't move."
She whined but obeyed, letting her foot fall limp. Her toe ring rotated against him as he slowly thrust between her toes. He stared as the claws flexed, tapping together when he pushed down before opening as he pulled back. Her clean, silky fur glided against him while the padding offered resistance, tugging at his cock with every motion.
Noah slid his hand back around to caress Amber's pussy as he found his rhythm. He half focused on her, listening to her whining as he moved, thrusting with a steady stroke as he stared at her bestial foot.
It was unlike anything he'd had before - the sloping arch leading to a wider, angled forefoot covered in tough but strangely soft charcoal colored padding with thicker toes that were shortened and tipped by blunt, dense claws. He hissed and shoved, resting his hand against Amber's pussy to halt her orgasm once again.
He could feel his own orgasm building. He glanced up, staring at her spread ass. At her folded lips. At the thick tail. Inhuman but delicious in it's otherness. Heat poured from her pulsing pussy as she tried, and failed, to force her own orgasm by clenching the muscles.
His fist closed around her tail and he licked his lips. Sweat dripped from his temple. He groaned and closed his eyes, letting the tactile sensations fill his brain - velvet soft fur and fleshy padding, alternating endlessly with the hint of the cool metal toe ring reminding him of her humanity.
He pulled her tail, lifting her ass while removing his cock from between her toes. With his right hand as a guide, he pointed himself downward and tensed.
Thick white cum spurted over the padding lining her toes. Another gout lashed against her forefeet and arch with the end swinging freely beneath her foot. Amber bucked and snarled, growling in frustration while clenching her cum-covered toes. The smell of it drove her wild. The leather straps holding her in place groaned with a deep, unearthly sound while the chains rattled.
More cum drilled into her heels, covering the ends of her torn stockings and down to her claws, attaching to the creamy strands beginning to droop between her toes.
His ragged, gasping breath slowed as cum dripped from the tip. She howled in front of him, shaking her chains while impudently ignoring his previous command to be still. When he released his hand from her tail, his fingers ached, stiff and sore from how hard he'd clenched.
Noah pulled Amber's feet apart, spreading them to allow him to walk between her legs. She held herself still as he kissed her neck and shoulder and back.
"Please," she whined. She wiggled her toes, luxuriating in the sensation of his creamy cum rubbing against her fur and padding. Her eyelids fluttered as she moaned.
"I know," he told her, finally letting his cock rest against her pussy.
She trembled as he pushed the head into her, groaning at how incredibly tight she was.
"Good. Girls, ungh," he groaned, pushed deeper and deeper. "Get-"
She howled from a sudden, powerful orgasm that threatened to crush his cock. Taking his hand from his dick, he gripped her ass until her trembling body collapsed. Her consciousness faltered and her body became limp but the straps and chains held her upright. He reached around, gripping the chain connecting her nipples with one hand while the other twisted a barbell piercing on her teat. His teeth bit deep into her shoulder as he pulled out. She writhed, eager for more.
"Good girls always get a reward," he finished.
"Yes," Amber gasped. Her voice, dry from her screaming and howling and begging, clicked. She swallowed and spoke again. "Yes. Masterrrrr."
Panting. Gasping and bucking from the aftershocks of the earlier orgasm. Amber hung her head and shivered.
"More. Please. More," she begged while pushing as far as the restraints allowed. He moved back, matching her motion to keep her from pulling him deeper.
When he started to step away from her, she swiveled her feet and pressed her legs together, locking him in place.
"Please," she whined. She tensed her muscles around him, grinding her pussy muscles against his still-hard cock.
His hand pulled at the chain between her breasts, giving him purchase as he pushed into her. And back before slamming hard into her. Amber barked and he released the chain to grab her hip with his left hand and her tail with the right. It squirmed in his grip as he stroked it with his thumb.
"Yes yes yes like that harrrrderrrr harderrrr like that yes oh fuck fuck me fuck fuck yes like that like-"
Amber rambled, growling and moaning and panting and whining as he plunged into her, slapping his crotch against her ass and distended pussy. He could feel the lips pressing into his body, hot and slick. He swept his thumb against her cum, coating it before rubbing the tip against her asshole once more. And in, locking it in place around the small, bulbous joint while he continued to pound into her, letting the motion of his thrusts move the thumb itself.
She clenched and howled, squeezing his finger and cock as her pussy pulsed from a second orgasm. He watched her head hang for a moment with her tongue dangling and drool dripping down the tip until she shook herself awake. And still he pounded. Staring at her entire body. Taking in every curve of his lover, every whorl of fur and the way the light shined from her pelt.
"D- D- Deeper. Finger. Deeperrrrr," she growled and he obliged, shoving down to the base. He could feel his cock moving, pressing up against the slick flesh inside her body to rub against his thumb.
Amber howled, head back with her mouth open and her ears angled down. He stared at the classic position of her open muzzle and goosebumps spread down his back
It was enough. He hissed, clawing at her hip as his movements became erratic. He pushed as deep as he could and pulled his thumb free to lean against her curved back, hugging her loosely. His cock swelled and Amber snarled and snapped, overwhelmed by yet another orgasm as his cum filled her.
When it was over, he pulled out and Amber whined as he popped free. She collapsed in her restraints, limp and drooling and dazed while he leaned back against the table behind him.
Creamy cum oozed from between her pussy lips and down over the bulge of her hidden clit, white on black. Her tail lowered until it pointed to the floor, coating the tan fur with his cum.
"Oh shit!" Amber barked, suddenly alert and jerking against the chains. "Garlic!"
"Uh. What?" Noah asked, completely confused by her sudden exclamation.
"Teriyaki has garlic in it, doesn't it?" she asked. She struggled, flexing her claws. "Dogs are allergic to garlic! I've gotta-"
She opened her jaws wide.
"Huuuuuurrrrrr," Amber gagged rolling and flexing her tongue as she tried to make herself throw up. "I gotta hurrrr- huuRRRRRR-"
"You're such a dumbass," Noah laughed.
"Don't just stand there! Help me!" Amber yelled. "HUURRRRRRRR-"
"There's no garlic in teriyaki," he told her. "It's soy sauce and ginger and, wait, is there garlic?"
"HURRRRRRRRR," Amber gagged while leaning forward.
Noah slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp.
"Despite how you look and act, you aren't a dog," he told her. "Eat all the chocolate and garlic you want."
"Huuuuuuuurrr," Amber growled before licking her drool-coated lips.
"Dumbass," Noah said more quietly as his hands touched the buckles on her straps. He kissed the top of her head and then began undoing the straps. "Come on, I need to cuddle and feel you against me. I've missed you so very much."
Amber huffed and opportunistically licked his mouth when he stepped too close to her.
And then, finally, she sighed as all the stress drained from her body.
"I've missed you, too."
Comments
Heather Graham
Thank you very much! And I'm glad you liked the story :)
Lycanthrope5444581
You never have to apologize for a month filled with Dog girls and werewolves π and Great job as always!
