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One Hundred and One
🕑 Added 2021-11-03 18:31:25 +0000 UTCAnother one from the Halloween costume prompts. I'm not sure I'll get the third this Friday but we'll see!
Daniela stared at the little pug inside its crate when it whined for her attention.
"Fuck off. Leave me alone," she said before looking back at her screen. She scratched at her itching eyes, cursing herself for agreeing to dogsit until she reminded herself it was the last day and she only had a few hours left. "You're lucky I needed the money, you little shit."
Three days of watching the ugly brat. She'd walked it the first day and let it roam free in the house until she realized it was easier to keep it in its crate until she let it out for a bathroom break. Still, money aside, the dog had been useful in one way.
She switched tabs over to her email to find the shipping notification from the Arcane Desires website. Not for the first time that day, she clicked the tracking link. Jessica's party was that night and she'd only ordered from the strange website because it offered fast shipping. After previously agonizing over what to buy, the main image on the Arcane Desires website offered the perfect solution - Cruella De Vil. She might've skipped over it and tried another site if not for the annoying little dog she'd agreed to watch. He wasn't a dalmation, but she'd found over the years that she hated dogs and he was a reminder of that. She'd bought the costume immediately.
Another tab opened and her eyes lit up when she saw the delivery notification.
"Fucking yes, awesome," she said before closing the tab to go back to the email from the costume website. The black dress was thin and cut at the side with a plunging neckline that would showcase her tits perfectly. It came with a faux fur white coat dotted with black spots and a long stemmed cigarette holder. A half-black, half-white wig completed the costume.
Her eyes flicked to the clock in the tray at the corner of the screen. Two hours to go and-
Keys jingled in the lock. The little pug, Teddy, went mad, barking and running in circles in his crate. Daniela bounced up from the couch while tossing her laptop aside. She nearly leapt across the room in an effort to reach the cage. The pug pawed at the side of the cage while she unlatched it and it bolted free in a race to the front door.
Daniela stood and fixed a smile on her face when the door opened. An older couple, friends of her parents, stepped inside but the wife knelt and cried out while Teddy bounced against her knee to lick her face.
"Thank you so much for watching him," George, the husband, said. He pulled his wallet out to rifle through the bills while walking over to Daniela. "I know you have places to go so, let's see, one, two, three hundred and an extra fifty for taking such good care of him."
"Oh, thank you sooooo much!" Daniela said. She took the money gently while smiling as wide as she could.
"Was he a good boy?" George asked.
"The best," she lied. He had presented toy after toy to her in an effort to get her to play before resorting to snatching at her purse and playing tug of war with her. She'd walked him after that and then left him in his crate the following two days.
"Of course he was," George said.
The man knelt and the little dog ran over to him to shower him in licks. Daniela cringed and faked gagging after turning away to retrieve her laptop. She closed it and then walked around the doting couple to grab her purse and coat.
"I have to get going but thank you again for letting me watch little Teddy," Daniela said. "I really appreciate it and would love to watch him again sometime."
"Absolutely," George told her. "Give our love to your parents!"
She left without a reply and then shivered as the wind picked up outside. Salt crunched beneath her shoes as she stepped down the three stairs leading to the sidewalk. A single snowflake swirled around her before landing in her black hair.
"Back to the dorms," she said out loud and her breath steamed in the night air.
Only a few students wandered along the paths running through the campus. She watched them for a moment and then stared at her feet with her hands in the pockets of her coat. Mike would be at the party. One of the smaller reasons she picked the costume was due to how revealing it was. He'd had the audacity to break up with her a week before the party and she intended to flaunt herself while flirting as much as she could, preferably within earshot of him.
Her parent's house was on the other side of the campus, away from her dorm. She huddled into herself and lost herself to the thought of the fun she would have that evening while trekking through the freezing wind.
A package waited for her on her parent's porch. The lights were on inside and she knew they would be home so she opened their fenced gate as quietly as possible in order to take the box without them noticing. After graduating high school, she'd argued fiercely for her own room on campus despite how close they lived. Despite how close she lived, they would keep her there for hours, talking and feeding her if they knew she'd stopped by.
With the bulky box in her arms, she slinked back down the path and out, leaving the gate open. Her parents had two dogs, but she was sure they'd check the gate before letting them out and, besides, her hands were full.
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"Whoa, this feels real!" Daniela crowed when she lifted the coat from the box. It weighed heavily in her arms. She hugged it against her body while doing a quick little happy dance. The faux fur tickled her fingers and she stroked it in astonishment. It was the softest thing she'd ever touched and it took effort to put it down.
The wig was next. She picked it up to put it aside until her hands brushed the strands. A part of her was creeped out by how realistic it felt while a larger part was once again amazed at the lifelike quality. It matched her own short length with spiky curls and she found herself admiring the style while wondering if she should copy it for herself the next time she visited her stylist.
"Ohhhh shiiiiit," she moaned when she felt the dress. "Is that real satin?"
The fabric was cool to her touch and incredibly soft. Her fingers glided over the sheer surface and it cascaded over her hands when she lifted it. It clung to her and she felt her cheeks grow warm at the thought of how she would look while wearing it. Even more effort was required for her to place it on the bed and she arranged it carefully before staring down at it. It looked like the most expensive thing she'd ever owned, despite the entire costume only costing one hundred dollars. She already saw herself wearing it at every formal occasion she could attend.
Black heels rested atop plastic bubbles of air. She took both carefully before setting them on the floor and slipping her feet into them, holding her breath the entire time until they were snugly cradling her toes. She walked to the standing mirror next to her bed to stare at the way they lifted her calves, turning left and right to stare at every inch of her body.
"Daniela, you are fucking sexy tonight," she told herself with a coy laugh and a finger against her lips.
She left the cushioned heels on to walk back to her bed, practicing for the rest of the evening as she reached for the cigarette holder trapped between two of the bubbles. She inspected it and then touched it to her lips. When she inhaled, the tip glowed and smoke streamed away, but she tasted nothing. When she tapped a short nail against the front of the fake cigarette, it felt like thick plastic.
Her phone vibrated on its charging stand from the alarm she'd set earlier. She silenced it and nodded at her costume with a wide, triumphant smile.
"Mike is gonna feel like shit when he sees what he's missing out on," Daniela said.
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The first minute outside of the dorms, Daniela worried the wind would pull her wig off. She tugged at it while tucking a few of her own hairs beneath the mesh, but it stayed in place despite the gusts blowing through campus. Her immense, fluffy black-and-white coat fluttered around her until she placed her hands in the pockets to hold it against her body. The fur swayed with the wind and she could almost feel the tug of every individual hair against her body.
Parked cars lined both sides of the street in front of Jessica Landrie's home. The sprawling three story house was alive with lights and music. People stood outside with drinks in their hands, chatting and dancing and laughing as different music played on smaller speakers set at the top of the wrap-around porch.
Daniela smiled at all of them. Excitement filled her. Her lips parted and her head darted from one to the next to the next while sniffing the air. There were so many people and they looked like they were having so much fun. Her body itched to dance with a group of students jumping around near the sign on the corner of the block, but she whined and held herself back while pulling her hand from her pocket to scratch her side.
Mike would be somewhere inside. She glanced back at the other students with regret while making her way up the stairs.
"Whoa, careful there, Cruella," a voice said, drawing Daniela's attention back to the front. Daniela stepped around a slim girl in a devil costume with a sniff while raising her cigarette up to her lip to take a puff. The smaller girl nodded and flashed a smile back at her. "Ah, you've got the mannerisms down, too. Rad."
Music assaulted Daniela's ears when she stepped through the front door. Despite the open windows, the sudden humidity left her in a daze. A myriad of scents swarmed around her - from the rich aroma of dozens of foods to the hormones and sweat oozing from the various students.
She threaded through the crowds until she reached the kitchen and was pleased to see multiple bowls of punch laid out. The alcohol mixed into each punched her in the nose with a sharp, blunt spike of pain that caused her to sneeze. Her eyes watered and she scratched her side once more before taking a clean plastic cup from a stack next to the bowls.
A small placard was set out before each bowl, describing which had alcohol and which didn't, along with what was in them. After waffling indecisively, she chose a non-alcoholic fruit punch. Alcohol made her horny and she was there to flirt, not fuck.
Daniela's canines bumped into the rim of the cup when she brought it up to take a sip. They slid together tightly when she closed her mouth and her lips bulged over their slight curves. With the hand holding her fake cigarette, she reached up to scratch her ear and then rub it between her fingers.
The faint rasping sound of hairs brushing together caused her ears to twitch. Short black hairs covered the edges of her ears. Her ears flopped slightly and black hairs switched to white before flipping back to pure black. When she took her hand away, the tips of both ears bounced lightly against her head.
Crowds parted to make room for her wide coat. She strode through the packed groups as elegantly as she imagined Cruella would move, but the effect was spoiled when she found herself smiling at different people in excitement.
"Hi!" Daniela said from the side of a group of three men. They stopped mid-conversation to stare at her and her ears drooped further. She whimpered. The noise was swallowed by the raucous students and music. She never just approached people.
Did I do it wrong? Did I say something stupid? Oh no, what if they hate me? she thought. Her mouth opened and she licked her lips. The very tip of her tongue brushed the bottom of her nose.
"S- s- sor-" she froze and inhaled with a low, quiet moan.
They smelled of sex. Two of them with three different women total. She could pick out the faint individual tags that made each distinct from one another and she knew it came from the two on the right in the same way she knew the one on the left had masturbated extremely recently.
Drool filled her mouth. She swallowed and her tongue flexed. It lengthened and she swallowed again before breaking into a coughing fit when it brushed against the back of her mouth. More spit gathered and she swallowed a third time. Her tongue dangled down to her chin until she pulled it back into her mouth.
Daniela relaxed her arms to open the coat wider and then she pulled at the sides. Her fixed, anxious smile faltered when she felt the lining of the coat glide over her nipples. She'd chosen not to wear a bra to the party and now her nipples had hardened to dent the front of her dress for all to see.
Electricity raced down her back and up before the tines of lightning shot to the tips of her fingers and the pit of her stomach. A flush of heat followed and tiny vellus hairs lifted in response. Fine black and white fur pierced the skin over the back of her neck and the tips of her ears drooped further.
"Nice costume," the boy on the left said. "Did you see the new movie?"
"Oh, n- n- no," she said bashfully. She ducked her head but glanced up at him and her smile became tentative and hopeful.
Bones crunched painlessly in her waist until new nerves connected and pain exploded throughout her hips. She yipped and the boys laughed at the sound while she rubbed her lower back. The tip of her tailbone grinded against a small sliver of bone while she massaged herself. A small bump formed and black hairs grew over it. Her sensitive ears picked up the faint rustling sound of fur scratching against her satin dress.
I wish one of them would- she froze and turned away to walk quickly through the house until she reached the front room.
"Nggh," Daniela groaned. She leaned against the wall with her arm wrapped around her stomach. Cramps lanced through her body, thin and sharp and quick.
"Hey, you okay?" a young man asked. She felt a hand touch her elbow and she leaned into it by reflex before jerking away.
"Sorry, just, ngh- it's nothing," she told him with her teeth clenched.
Her molars were curved and sharp and they fit oddly when she closed her mouth, leaving a gap between her teeth. She panted through the pain with her lips parted and her tongue bouncing.
"Alright, be- whoa!"
A car turned in front of the house. Headlights flashed through windows and Daniela's eyes glowed when the light hit her tapetum lucidum. She blinked and rubbed her eyes before forcing her hands down to her sides. When she felt her skin moving a strange, dull way, she picked her hand back up to stare at her palm.
Thin calluses covered the bottom of her fingers while a wide gray patch of skin lined the top of her palm. She frowned at it and scratched the skin, watching the way it moved independently of the flesh beneath. It swelled as she watched and her brow creased further. Fur lifted on her nape. She shivered in response and then reached around to scratch the fur spreading over her spine.
"How'd you do that with your eyes? That was wild!" the young man exclaimed. "Is it some kind of new contacts?"
He had masturbated earlier, too. It was a fresh scent and she leaned into him while sniffing deeply. Specks of black dotted her nostrils. As she inhaled, short white hairs grew from the bridge of her nose.
Daniela whined. The cramps had subsided and their absence only served to highlight the slow, powerful, inexorable heat spreading through her. She wondered, suddenly, if he came a lot. If he let it all out all over his body or trapped it with a tissue or towel or something else. Drool slid from the corner of her mouth when she wondered, further, what it would feel like to lick it up. To clean it from his stomach. From his cock. To have it spray over her back or her belly. Or deep inside her pussy.
"I have to- sorry-" she moaned, turning once more to get away from him.
Daniela's short tail pressed up against her dress, pulling it taut against her body. Four bumps showed clear outlines of nipples that ran from mid-stomach down to her mound. A girl standing in front of her waved to someone behind Daniela before doing a double-take to stare at Daniela as she passed.
"What the fuck was that?" the girl whispered to herself.
Daniela mounted the stairs in an effort to get away from the four boys she'd embarrassed herself in front of. Now that she was aware of it, the smell of sex was everwhere. She stumbled on the stairs and when she gripped the banister, her curved nails bit into the wood. They were folded vertically with a dark gray color. Her knees trembled and her nails lengthened further.
Something was wrong. She felt heat against her thighs. Heat and the teasing, slow touch of liquid tracing down her overly sensitive legs. A darker spot formed on the black dress where it clung between her legs. The fabric moved, raising slightly over the bump of her clit when flesh gathered around the hood and pushed, pulling the hood down to her inner lips. Her labia were swollen, engorged with blood and the dress, pulled tight by her tail, showed their rough shape. They moved, pushed aside when her inner lips were thrust forward. More cum raced down her legs when muscles shifted inside her pussy.
The dress soaked into her cum when her throbbing, puffy inner lips ballooned outward. They rolled inward into a tight crease with the clit hidden beneath the thick hood.
She gasped. Her claws scratched the banister when she forced herself to stand up. Even standing straight, her distended, folded, spade-like pussy showed against her dress. She took a tentative step up while a few people watched and her mouth opened in a loud, wavering moan. Her strange, swollen pussy rubbed against her inner thighs. It was nearly as sensitive as if she were rubbing her clit. She spread her legs apart before taking another step and was relieved to find it helped. The back of her dress moved, hidden beneath her coat, when her short tail wagged. The motion caused her dress to drag back and forth against the fur spreading over her back and she moaned again.
At the top of the stairs, she oriented herself and approached a small group of women.
"Has- excuse me, has anyone seen Mike?" she asked without realizing they would have no idea who she meant. Her thoughts were jumbled. She looked hopefully around the group with her tail wagging.
They all smelled like sex, too. Just like she did. Just like the smell wafting away from her soaked dress. Only filled with cum, too. From boys. Her tail wagged faster at the thought of it. At the thought of one of the many men here fucking her. Or more than one. A mob of them taking their turns fucking her while she stood there on all fours with her ass raised like a good girl. Cum covering her fur while more leaked from her pussy until she was full and pregnant with a belly full of pupp-
Daniela growled while bowing and shaking her head. It was getting difficult to think through the smells.
"Uh," one of them, the oldest in the center (Cum inside of her and outside, maybe her face, would I taste it if I licked her face? Would she like that? I want to like her face.) said. "I think I saw him upstairs?"
"Thanks!" Daniela said. She walked away but stumbled when she forgot about her jutting pussy. Her tail curled down, slipping between her furred ass cheeks and she leaned into the railing when it brushed against her lips.
"What a freak," one of the girls whispered, loudly enough for Daniela's ears to pick up. "And what's with that costume? Is she trying to be a dog and Cuella? That doesn't even make sense."
White fur, mixed with black, crept down the back of her jaw. More descended from her hairline, barely hidden by the wig's curls.
"I'm- I'm a good girl," Daniela whined to nobody in particular.
After a determined growl, she pushed herself back up to walk up the second flight of stairs to the third floor. It was more quiet there, and almost deserted. She paused to lean back against the newel at the top of the stairs.
Without a thought towards who might be looking, Daniela pulled her side-slit dress away from her crotch.
White fur covered her lower belly with black blobs distributed throughout. She panted with her tongue resting against her bottom teeth as she toyed with it and then down to the thick tuft of fur that had replaced her pubic hair. Two pink teats were nearly hidden by the fur but she touched them with the leathery padding covering the bottom of her finger. Her ensuing moan mixed with a high-pitched whine.
Her panties showed a gap where her pussy pushed against them. She could see the glistening pink skin through the side and she whimpered at the sight of it. At how empty and hot she felt. Lines of fur spiraled slowly down her thighs, creeping centimeters at a time.
"Girl, are you drunk?" a voice asked from her side.
Daniela barked in surprise, dropping her dress and standing straight before bowing her head with her tail curled. Her ears folded completely in half and they bounced against her cheek while she trembled.
She'd been bad. She knew she had and she didn't dare look at the woman talking to her. The tone made it very clear that she'd done something wrong and she should be ashamed of herself.
Tiny cramps lanced down the soles of her feet. She fidgeted in place, stepping from one foot to the other. Pain blossomed in her toes when they compressed together within her heels and she whimpered when her toenails began to lengthen. The obsidian, curved tips pressed into her shoes, between the sole and the toe box and it forced her throbbing toes back while her entire foot expanded.
The heels exploded with a silent pop. Daniela staggered but the woman caught her and Daniela licked her face and cheeks and lips and chin and nose and tongue happily in return.
"The fuck?" the woman said, stepping back while wiping her face. "What the fuck, freak, I was just trying to help."
"S- sorry," Daniela said.
Her face hurt and her throat felt sore. She stumbled away, walking on the thin padding covering her forefeet while her heels dragged behind her. Her nostrils flexed as she sniffed for Mike. She'd forgotten exactly why she was looking for him, but she clearly remembered him fucking her in the past and she desperately needed that right now.
Clear drops of cum tangled with the fur on her legs before connecting into strings that collapsed when she took a step. She couldn't stop thinking about it. Being filled with cum. A cock locked inside of her, trapped together while the little sperm wound their way through her uterus. The idea of a belly full of squirming pups forced her down to her knees. She bowed her head and panted before placing her hands on the lush carpet and raising her ass. Her tail tried to push against the heavy coat above but failed.
"Did you trip?"
His voice was deep and she saw his sneakers from the corner of her eyes. She whimpered but took his hand when he offered it. Her paw enveloped his hand with her thick padding squeezing him tight as he helped her up.
"That costume is cra- mmph!"
She kissed him, hands against his head and walking him backwards until he bumped into a wall. Their tongues twisted together, hers filling his mouth completely, and she grabbed his hand to push his fingers against one of her teats. When he pinched her, she whined and spread her legs over one of his to hump him, bouncing roughly while whining continuously as she grinded her pussy against him.
"Breed me," she whined after pulling away. Her sharp teeth nipped his ear. "Oh. Oh god. Oh god, breed me. Cum inside my pussy. Fill me. Over and over. I want- want your babies. I want you to breed me. Please? Please? Please?"
"Jesus Christ," he whispered when he touched the long wet spot she'd left on his leg. "Christ."
"Please?" she whined, raising his hand to her breast. She squeezed his hand and moaned while reaching down to grab and stroke his erect cock through his blue jeans. "I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm all yours. I'm your good girl. Good girl. Your good little girl."
"I- shit, there's a closet over-" she licked his lips in excitement and he opened his mouth to kiss her once more. When they finished he grabbed her hand to guide her to the closet, away from the crowds.
Once inside the small room, Daniela shrugged her shoulders to drop the coat without hesitation. She turned herself while pressing her chest against the wall and she shoved back against his crotch. After three bounces, she barked when she felt his bare cock between her cheeks.
"Is that a real tail- wait! Wait!" he yelled when she grabbed his cock to put him inside. "I have a condom!"
"No!" she shouted and then lowered her voice (like a good girl be a good girl) would do. "No, please. No condom. Cum in me. I need it. I need your cum. Oh god, breed your good little bitch, please oh god please?"
"Fuck, you're- fuck- you're a kinky little slut, aren't you? I'm still using the condom, though." he told her and she whined as he wrapped himself. She wanted his seed more than anything she wanted in the world but her new submissiveness binded her to his wishes.
She thought the heat would ease off when he finally shoved his cock deep into her sloppy wet pussy, but it only fueled it and she yelped while clawing at the walls. Her tongue hung loose, bouncing against her chin while drool slathered the wall.
"You're fucking tight, Jesus, you're incredible," he groaned before leaning in to kiss her neck. His hand grabbed her breasts, pulling it from the open neckline of her dress and she barked when he pinched her nipple.
The standing angle was insane. His cock bent, shoving against an incredibly sensitive spot before sliding up. Her face burned. She could feel her cheeks tightening as her muzzle took shape but she focused on the building orgasm.
"I- I- I'm gonna-" he moaned and she howled with her floppy ears pulled back when she felt him let loose inside of her.
Daniela shoved forward. He slipped free but she was already grabbing between her legs. Her paw closed around the condom to tug it free and she tossed it aside while her other hand guided him back in to shove his cum-covered dick deep into her pussy. She grabbed his ass behind her and her claws bit into him to hold him tight while she pumped hard against him, praying that some of the cum would impregnate her. Praying that he had another orgasm left.
"You- you crazy- god! God damn! You're so fucking tight, it's like nothing- god!" he moaned.
The young man wrapped his arms around her with his forehead against the fur on her nape. He gripped her tight and rammed into her, pounding harder and harder with every thrust. Daniela yipped every time. Her voice rose and she raised her head while her ears rang.
When she came, she tore a chunk from the wall with her claws. Her tight, spasming pussy clenched against the man's cock and he hissed, frozen in place while cumming once more. Another small orgasm rippled through her at the feeling of it, but it was more the thought of him filling her up that pushed her over the edge again.
"Oh, oh shit," the man said. He stagged back as she slid to her knees. Drool dripped from her tongue. "Shit, I can't believe I did that. Shit! Without a- Goddammit."
He pulled his pants up and left, closing the door to leave Daniela kneeling against the wall. She turned and spread her legs while pulling the front of her dress aside. Cum leaked from her pussy until she shoved her fingers against it to push it between her pink distended lips. She trembled and began to finger herself while massaging her tit.
Daniela's ears twitched as they began to shrink. Her short half-muzzle clicked, stopping in the middle of it's transformation as it reversed and pulled back. She whimpered and bucked from a tiny orgasm but continued fingering herself gingerly with her knees bent. Her toes popped and the claws flattened while melting back into her feet. The padding deflated, leaving her with her delicate feet twisting from the overpowering feel of her fingers plunging inside her pussy.
Fur fell away from her body and her tail drooped to the ground when nerves disconnected. Despite her prize and how much she fought for it, she raised a hand to her lips, smearing cum over her black nose and down. She lapped at it with a low, long hungry moan. When she was done, she wiped her palm against the front of her dress.
Yips turned to whimpers turned to grunts and finally gasps until she spasmed, arching her back with her tits out of her dress. When she lay back against the wall, she stared down at herself.
It all came back. Every single detail.
"N- no," she whispered as she remembered what she'd done. How she'd acted in front of everyone. How she'd pleaded for the boy to breed her. How she'd exposed her freakish dog-like pussy to-
Daniela spread her legs and leaned forward in a frantic motion. Her red, swollen labia were parted with her pink lips, tinged with a hint of grey, between them.
"Oh, thank god, thank god," she gasped. "Just- just something in my drink. God. Someone just put something fucked up in my drink. I'm fine. I'm fine."
A puddle of cum cooled on the floor beneath her pussy. His cum. She stared at it and swallowed. Her chest rose and fell. She blushed and reached for it. To touch it. Gathering it in her fingers.
"No," she whispered yet she brought her fingers to her mouth to clean them.
Moaning like the good girl she was.
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A week later, Daniela sat at a table in the library, focused on her notes until someone sat in front of her.
"You're in my class, right? Spanish with Dr. Martinez?" a young man asked.
She glanced at him and then back down to her notes.
"Yes," she said bluntly.
"You're really good in the class," he told her.
She looked back up at him, frowning at his stubble and wavy blond hair.
"Well, my family is- you know what? Never mind. I'm busy," she said.
"Can I borrow your notes?" he asked.
"No," she answered. "Pay attention in class next time."
"Ah, come on, don't be such a teacher's pet," he sighed. "Just-"
"Wha- what did you say?" she asked.
She felt a thrill race down her spine and her eyes were dilated when she looked back at him.
"Teacher's pet, you know?" he shrugged.
She licked her lips. The pen dropped from her fingers and she pressed her legs together.
No. NO! she told herself.
Her fantasies had been wild ever since the night of the party. Different than anything she'd ever had before. She tried to force her old scenarios where she took control, bouncing on top or controlling her partner's orgasms, but it felt wrong and they crumbled away to her imaginary lover dominating her.
Lovers.
Her browser history was full of gang bang videos, but they were evenly matched by videos of pregnant women being fucked.
Her most powerful orgasm since that night was when she pictured herself on all four with milk dripping from her heavy tits and her curved belly swinging beneath her while being pounded from behind.
With a hand holding a leash connected to a collar around her throat. Pulling her head back while thrusting into her. Pet play was another fetish she'd stumbled into and she'd been horrified by what she saw... as her hand had ventured down to her pussy to rub her clit and her breathing became rapid, nearly panting as she watched women led around on all fours.
"S- say- mmm-" she groaned, bowing her head.
"What?" he asked, leaning forward in confusion.
"Say it," she whispered with her hands trembling against her thighs. Sharp points dug into her palms while white and black hairs grew from her forearms and down to her fingers. Her voice dropped into a pleading whine. "Say it? Call me a good girl?"
"Are you-?" he looked around. "Is this a joke or something?"
"Please," she begged and her tongue hung from her mouth while the tips of her ears lengthened and flopped. "Call me your good girl."
"Uh. Okay. You're my good girl," he told her.
She shivered and squirmed. Her pants pressed into her pussy when it began to change and she could feel the ache in her back.
It wasn't a drug-fueled dream, oh god, she thought to herself.
Fur sprouted over her spine. Sweat dripped down her face. The heat. She'd repressed it after the party - barely - but it was back, asserting itself and she whined, biting sharp teeth into her lips. Her hand pressed against her belly and a fingernail scratched one of the nipples growing in place.
Would they fill with milk and sag when I'm pregnant? she wondered, picturing all six dangling beneath her belly.
She stood and took his hand. He followed her, uncertain of what she was doing as she led him deeper and deeper into the library. Her stubby tail brushed against the waistband of her blue jeans. When she found a far corner, she turned and grabbed him and kissed him deeply while wrapping a leg around him.
"You- you want-" she growled. The word was there. The words. She'd seen them in the video and just hearing someone else say it on video put her body on edge, almost initiating the change. "You- do you want to m- mount your good girl?"
Warmth flooded her crotch and she nearly fell but for his hands holding her up. Her pussy lips dragged against the rough seat of her jeans when they began to bulge and fold.
"I-"
"You- breed me? Breed me and fill me with cum? Breed my wet little pussy? Good girl?" she babbled while pulling at his zipper.
He was huge and she moaned when she grabbed his hard cock. She unbuttoned her own jeans and shoved them down before kneeling and then turning onto all fours and raising her ass. White, nearly invisible hairs, spread slowly over her cheeks.
"Fuck it, yeah," he said, kneeling behind her with a quick look around. He lifted her ass and rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy. "Your pussy looks-"
She shoved, impaling herself with a bark. Her hand flew to her mouth while her eyes widened but she rocked back and he pushed deeper into her.
"Hand. Around my neck," she told him. "Tight. Don't choke. Don't choke your good girl with her collar."
He leaned forward and obliged and she muffled her sudden, intense orgasm.
"Christ, you already came?!" he gasped. "Jesus, girl, fuck, you're such a freaky slut."
"C- c- call me a good girl!" she begged.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he asked. "Being called a good girl?"
"Yes! Yes, I can't help myself! I'm your good girl! Breed me! M- M-" she couldn't bring herself to call him 'Master' but she thought it and it gave her yet another quick, sharp orgasm.
"Fuck, you're so tight, I'm also gonna-"
"Yes, do it!"
"I'll try to hold back so-"
"No! Cum! Cum in me! Your good girl! Want you to feel good! Cum in me!"
Her teats twisted against her body while her breasts bounced within her t-shirt. She could feel her toes cramping and she prayed, with what little humanity she had left, that he would finish quickly.
But she knew it wasn't just in hopes that it would change her back like last time. She wanted him to get her pregnant. The drive was impossible to ignore and it overpowered everything else.
"Fuuuuuuuuuu-" the man groaned and she clenched her sharp fangs together while her eyes widened. The howl threatened to burst through her sore throat, but she held back as much as she could.
When he was done, she pulled her shirt down over her tail while turning around. And still, while he watched, she shoved his leaking cum deep into her pussy with sick fingers. Moaning as she plunged them deeper and deeper to force his seed into her pulsing, throbbing pussy.
"You're on the pill, right?" he asked her after catching his breath.
"No!" she told him happily until she saw his face fall.
"Aw, fuck, I ain't getting a girl pregnant," he said in a panic. "You- you need to get some Plan B. We can't- Hey, we can't have a- shit!"
He ran and she watched him for a moment before going back to all fours with a hand between her thighs, she lapped at the cum spilled on the floor while fingering herself.
The pressure eased in her feet. Five minutes later, she sat on the floor with her knees up. Breathing in the scent of cum while working through what happened. While ignoring the ache between her legs and the flush of excitement at being called a good girl. Even the memory of it made her growl and push back against the lurking heat.
When she'd calmed herself, she stood and made her way back to her table. Her notebook was missing but her backpack and everything else was still there.
"Asshole," she growled before packing everything up.
---
She saw him two weeks later in class once again. He sat with another boy and they talked quietly together while occasionally glancing over at her. She blushed and thought of leaving, but, instead, moved to the very back of the room. They watched her go and continued to talk.
The new boy approached, but she ignored him while checking her email on her phone as the professor droned on. She clicked on a link for the tracking information on a package she'd ordered two days ago.
A collar. Just for her. Just for her to play with at home. In bed. Masturbating.
"Hey," the boy said.
Daniela looked up to focus on the lecture while he sat next to her.
"So," he said with a nod, but she still ignored him.
Goosebumps erupted over her body when he leaned in and dropped his voice to a whisper.
"I heard you like being called a good girl," he told her.
"N- no," she whispered.
Fight it, please god, fight it, I can do this I-
She glanced down at her phone. The screen showed her collar had been delivered and was waiting for her. Waiting for the good girl. She swallowed and pulled at the neck of her shirt. And growled quietly.
"Yeah? You a good girl?" he asked.
Her lips vibrated to show sharp teeth. Black lines cracked the tip of her nose.
"Are you gonna be my good girl?" he asked again. "A freaky girl like you? What was it? What'd he say. You want me to breed you?"
She moaned and closed her eyes while pressing her legs together. Heat coursed down her back. Her ears lengthened.
"I don't give a shit if I get you pregnant," he said, more quietly. "I'm out of here soon. Gonna join the military and then it's bye-bye. So, what's up? You want me to breed you, girl?"
"Y- yessss," she whined.
"Blow me, then," he said. "Right here."
"N- no, in my-" she lowered her voice. "In my pussy. You said. You said you'd b- breed me."
"Blow me first and then I will," he told her.
"P- promise?" she asked while clawing at her thighs to scratch the itch of her advancing fur.
He nodded and she slipped from her desk to kneel before him, eagerly unzipping him in order to slobber over his cock, barely hidden beneath his desk.
"Christ, he wasn't lying, Jesus, girl," he groaned.
His hand gripped her hair and she growled while shoving her head down over his cock. The smell and taste were amazing, but all she could think of was his promise. His promise to fuck her. To give her babies. When he finished, she spat some out to shove down her pants and into her pussy. He led her out of class to a janitor's closet to keep his promise and she howled when his bare cock flooded her.
---
It was easier, she found, to pick up men herself. Far more convenient. Or to talk online. Discuss everything ahead of time. What she wanted. What she needed.
She knelt over her current lover, gently taking his hands away from his blindfold before grabbing his cock with the soft padding on her palms to guide him into her spade-like pussy. She whined loudly when she pushed herself down and the man jerked.
"Wow, you sound just like a bitch," he told her.
She took his hand, placing it against the soft curve of her belly and then up to her breasts. She swore they were bigger already. From there, she put the end of the leash in his hand and began to move, writhing back and forth against his dick.
"I am," she moaned. "Your bitch. Your good girl."
"Say it, then," he commanded.
Daniela whined and shoved back, hard.
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes. Master. I'm your good girl, Master."
She wondered if she could show her true self to him in the future. The idea of someone knowing who and what she was thrilled her. A true Master that she could live with and service any time. A safe place to birth her pups. Constant sex and whatever else he needed. Her submissiveness had grown since the night of the party and she'd embraced it finally. Welcomed it after countless scenarios played through her mind through endless nights of masturbation.
The babies she carried now weren't his but she hoped the next litter would be. And the one after that.
She leaned forward to lick his face and she barked loudly when he pulled her leash. She would have to use the handcuffs on him soon. Her mind was already slipping as the bitch took control. Drool dripping from her mouth with her vacant eyes staring at the wall as she slapped her ass down against his thighs, impaling herself in a frantic rush to feel his cum inside her.
He pulled her leash hard again. She came with another surprised bark and then licked his face with loud, wet repetitive 'schlop!' sounds that left him coated in spit.
If she left the cuffs off, he would know. He would touch her and know she was a true bitch.
She should cuff him now. She knew she should.
She should- She howled from another orgasm.
Cuff-
Cuff him-
Now...
Comments
Heather Graham
Ahh, thanks! I do like a good dog girl so I enjoyed the heck out of it :)
SneakyGato
This was incredibly hot, loved the gradual giving in to the heat
