Get That Dog In Me

Get That Dog In Me

The full moon gleamed in the night sky, pale and white against the infinite black darkness. Strange sounds echoed through the silence of the night, raucous shouting, strange bubbly laughter, and the sickening sound of howling dogs mixed together to form a cacophony of the night.

On nights like this, any sane girl would be curled up in bed at home with the doors locked, or accompanied by a big strong man.

Not this girl though. The long blonde ponytail and five foot flat stature did little to hide her cocksure strut as Muffy took a walk back behind the apartments where she lived.

There had been a fight, that much was sure, but it looked like the whole thing was over now. Police tape cordoned off the alleyway and streaks of blood decorated the brick walls.

Muffy casually put the switchblade knife back into the pocket of her oversized sports coat.

"Damn, I missed all the action." She thought to herself, spitting on the ground as she pouted with a fury that could send grown men running.

She shifted her loosely-worn coat further up over her shoulders, and shivered a bit.

"Wish I'd bothered to change into something other than shorts." She thought as her bare legs quivered in the cold. Normally the cold didn't bother her much but tonight felt different. It was a clinging, misty, damp cold that crept up and made you sweat.

"Only a moron would still be hanging out here." She said aloud to herself, and was just about to turn heel when she saw a shape out of the corner of her eye running her way.

There, standing exhausted in the rays of the streetlight, was her moron. His dumb blond hair, usually done up with too much product, was an absolute mess of dark blonde over his head. His favorite japanese shirt was shredded, and his undershirt was ruined. Even his damn pants, tattered in the best of situations, were now tattered over his knees and ripped at the waistband.

And he was bleeding, all over himself.

---

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Gary. You look like dog shit." She spat out at him. She had always been good with words of comfort. She put the knife away and approached him.

"Yeah? Well I

feel

like shit, Muffy." Gary said, staggering as he held himself up against the lamp post.

Muffy propped herself up under Gary's body. He usually wasn't much bigger than her, and he had a bad habit of getting into fights he couldn't win, so carrying him was like second nature to her at this point.

Getting a bit closer though, she could notice something strange going on. He felt a bit heavier than usual, and what she thought was just bruising around his chest looked like much thicker chest hair than he usually had. And there was an odd smell...

And then she caught a whiff of the other odd smell on him, and elbowed him in the gut.

"You punk! You got trashed by a broad you tried 'ta pick up, didn'cha?" She hissed at him.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm tellin' you now she was tryin' to pick

me

up, I swear!" He groaned, though he was at least a bit more lively now that he had to defend himself.

"What, did she get a look at your ugly mug when the lights were on and clobber 'ya?" She chided him as they ambled down the sidewalk.

"...Nah, not exactly like that no

."

Gary replied, suddenly just a bit more cagey about it.

"Well, whatever she did serves 'ya right." Muffy replied, as she turned the corner towards a busted up old wooden door.

--

The place she had taken Gary was a dive bar, and you could tell it was a dive bar because instead of an actual sign it simply had the word "Bar" written above it in rough white chalk that was already starting to fade. It was a lousy place, but the owner fell asleep a lot and the bathroom had an open door policy.

When Muffy dragged Gary in over her shoulders, the owner was slouched asleep behind the bar like usual. Even with the shuffling they did to get inside, he didn't seem to rouse awake.

So Muffy helped herself to a pair of clean rags and a bottle of stuff that was more alcohol than liquor, as she pushed the door to the single restroom open and shut it behind her. She propped Ken up on the toilet seat and propped a broom against the door handle to keep the door shut.

---

Muffy twisted the cap off the bottle of alcohol she'd grabbed and took a sniff. She instantly regretted this decision as it hit her senses like a punch to the face.

"This'll sting like a bitch, but it'll keep 'ya from getting' any infections." She said to Gary as she soaked the rag in the fluid.

"Gee Muffy, treatin' me so nice an' tender, makes me think you kinda like-yoow!" Gary howled, as the sting of the alcohol hit his wounds.

"Don't get fresh with me, you dog." Muffy growled at him, rubbing the alcohol in deeper. "If we weren't friends I wouldn't even dream of doin' this for you."

"A'ight A'ight, and please don't call me 'dog' right now." Gary said with a groan. "Last thing I wanna hear is anything about dogs."

"What, did the bitch who served you have buncha mutts?" Muffy asked, working her way towards the less severe scrapes.

"Somethin' like that, yeah." Gary replied, his eyes drifting up towards the small window in the dingy bathroom.

"Shit man, maybe we need to get you a rabies shot then." Muffy commented, as she worked her way around his face. "Look, they even bit part of your ear clean off.

A few moments passed without a wise-ass response from Gary, which was more than enough to cause Muffy to worry.

"Ey, you listin' to what I'm sayin, Gary? I said-"

Muffy's train of thought was interrupted when she looked into the man's eyes. They weren't his normal dark brown eyes that she'd seen a thousand times before. They were a pale sickly yellow she'd only ever seen before in animals, and his pupils were pinpoint and razor thin.

And they were wide open with his gaze transfixed on the pale white moon shining in through the window.

"Hey, hey 'dere Gary, c'mon, don't go all weird on me man." Muffy said, snapping her fingers at his face. "Ey, quit starin' up there and pay attention to me!" She waved her hand in front of him to block his sight line.

With a sudden, unthinking motion her arm was grabbed and she was tossed aside, her little round butt hitting the brown floor tiles as she caught herself with both arms, wincing at the pain as it shot up her spine.

As she looked up at him from the floor, she could see the arm that had thrown her down was rapidly starting to grow thicker, and the wiry hairs that hung off it were rapidly growing and covering it from top to bottom. The hand that had grabbed her flexed palm-out, and then as it rolled back grew longer and began to sprout claws in place of fingernails.

When Gary put both hands up to clutch at his head, she could see that both arms had become hairy and deformed like this, and also saw his round ears turning into long points with hairy tufts growing along the edge, and his messy hair spreading down from the top of his head, along his neck, out in front of his chest, and even down to his legs.

Backing herself up to the wall, she saw his body swell up to nearly double its normal size, ripping apart the last bits of clothing he had on himself. When the coat of bushy brown hair had fully enveloped his body, his face began the most gruesome transformation yet. His nose and his mouth stretched out in front, forming a crude snout in which rows of sharp teeth gleamed in the moonlight, and his skull twisted its shape, only half-resembling a man now, and now half resembling a fearsome wolf.

Seeing him stand up now, Muffy could see that Gary's new form stretched an impressive seven feet tall, from the top of his shaggy head to the bottom of his canine legs, and made him a highly intimidating sight as he stood in front of her silhouetted against the moonlight.

"Holy shit, Gary." Muffy breathed out. She reached for the knife she kept in her pocket, but found nothing but empty air. Out the corner of her eye, she could see the glint of it beneath the sink where it had slid out moments earlier.

As soon as her focus was back on the monstrous figure before her, it lunged forward in a blur of speed. Landing on all fours, its lumbering body stretched out towards her with a mouth full of teeth and tongue. All she could do was throw up her hands and close her eyes.

She felt something...wet, slide over her hands in a long and sloppy stroke.

Tentatively, she opened one eye to look. The huge wolflike creature before her, with its head lowered to eye level with her, was panting and slobbering like a family dog.

It stretched forward again, and she winced only for a moment as that long sloppy tongue rolled over her face instead.

"Ick! Pttpht! Stop it 'ya dumb dog!" Muffy yelled and pushed her foot up against his snout, which managed to get him to back up a foot. Now that he was a bit further away, Muffy could still see the shape of a big, fearsome predator all around his body, but the dopey shaggy shape of Gary was still in there too. Somehow, his innate stupidity and his werewolf transformation had created the perfect blend to result in a dumb family mutt.

A big mutt, to be sure. Huge, in fact. With a mouth full of teeth and arms and legs decked with massive claws.

But also a mutt with a round wet nose and a curly fluffy tail that was wagging back and forth happily.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ you're a damn werewolf, Gary." Muffy said as she looked into his yellow doglike eyes. In response, Gary made the sort of noise a dog might make when scolded by its owner.

If Muffy weren't so annoyed at him right now, she'd almost find it cute.

"...Ah geeze, then the bitch who got the better of you was some kind of werewolf too, wasn't she?"

Gary responded by lowering his head down between Muffy's feet, and laying there looking up at her sullenly.

It was, in her estimate, the best he'd ever come near giving a real puppy dog look to anyone in his life.

"Ah geeze, Gary, I can't be mad at you..." She thought for a moment. "I can't be too mad at you, I guess."

She reached forward and brushed her hand against the pointy ears atop Gary's head. She wasn't really sure why, but since he was acting like a dog she figured treating him like one would go further than treating him like a human right now. He responded by wagging his tail a little harder and perking up.

"Damn...fine mess you got yourself into all the same 'ya big lug." She sighed, pulling herself up into a squat position on both feet as she rubbed his head with one hand and rested her chin on her palm with the other. Gary lazily flopped his big body onto its side as she rolled her hand down his face.

"Guess a bit of cleanin' up and bandaging ain't gonna cut it for this one, we gotta find you like a witch doctor or somethin'." She sighed, gently scratching behind her friend's fluffy ear. "God damnit, first we gotta get you outta here before the bartender wakes up or someone else wants to use the can."

With a short ruffle of the fur on his head, Muffy pulled herself up onto her feet. She turned around to face the bathroom door and pressed her ear to the side, tuning out the noise from the street hitting her other ear.

"Sounds dead quiet out there." She thought to herself. "Even with all that noise the old guy must still be asleep out there. Must've had more of his own stuff to drink than usual tonight."

"Alright you dumb dog." she said out loud. "We're in luck. The old man's asleep, so all we gotta do is-Ngghh!!!"

Muffy's brain froze mid-sentence, as she felt something long, warm, and wet rub up against the back of her thigh, just above her knee and a little bit up the pant leg of her shorts. It was of course Gary, who had stretched out his stupid snout and curled it up along her leg while she was otherwise distracted.

Once the senses returned to her brain, she gave him a sharp kick to the chin in response.

"Quit it, ya lug! What do I look like, a slab of ham an' egg--gg-gghhh!"

The words froze in her throat again, this time from what she saw.

With his body lazing on its side, she could get a real good look at it. It had to be at least twelve inches long from tip to base. It was oddly shaped, with a flared pointy tip and a bit like a worm but long and stiff and bright pink. And it had two heavy balls dangling at the base.

It was a big, fat, throbbing wolf cock.

---

Muffy had never seen a shape quite like it before. Sure she knew what a dick looked like, she wasn't a total stranger to getting together with a guy, and she was somewhat aware of the fact that animals had different shapes than humans did.

But seeing one hang like that, so big and so strange, it sent a weird nervous shiver down her spine.

She pulled her gaze away from it to look into Gary's eyes. As she expected, he had a familiar dopey grin on him. The kind of grin she'd seen him flash countless girls before. And she knew what the dumb dog wanted too.

"Hey now, 'ya dumb mutt, I ain't no bitch in heat." She barked at him, furrowing her brow in disapproval at his antics.

Gary seemed to have other ideas though. Getting up onto all fours, he suddenly leaned forward and started licking at her body, his hot and heavy breath billowing under her coat.

For most girls, this would be an assault of the senses too much to bear.

But Muffy wasn't like other girls.

"I SAID DOWN, YA DUMB DOG!" She yelled as her boot collided with his snoot.

The loud yelp that came out of Gary's mouth was almost comedic, if not pitiful. He rubbed the front of his nose as the sting traveled down to his face.

"Serves 'ya right." Muffy growled, crossing her arms over her chest. "What got you so worked up anyhow? That dumb lady wolf got you twisted up? Didn't do you right like ya' wanted?"

Gary let out a little whimpering sound, lowering his eyes to the ground.

"...Huh, you understood that eh? What, she make you feel like less of a man or somethin'?"

Gary's front paw rubbed against the tile floor, looking up at her slightly solemly.

Despite his brutish nature, Muffy felt pity towards Gary's troubles. That was probably why she always wound up helping him out after a jam in the first place, and why they so often wound up here patching him up after a rough fight. He'd usually show more bravado about it, but this time, even through the mask of the wolf form, she could tell it had really hurt him.

"Damn...sorry that bitch did 'ya dirty, Gary. You don't deserve that kinda treatment."

She gently rubbed her hand over the fur on his head again. It was surprisingly soft, and he nuzzled into her hand affectionately in kind.

Though she could still hear him whine softly, looking away occasionally. With a small tilt of her head, she could see why. He was still red hot and stiff underneath, and all worked up over it too.

"Geeze, is that all just from getting worked up by her?"

Briefly, Gary looked up at her. It was a quiet admission, but an admission nontheless.

Muffy blinked. She knew in the back of her head that Gary saw her as a woman. Unlike some guys, who only saw how short she was and treated her like a kid, or even some women who told her she'd never find a boyfriend with a loud mouth and a flat chest. But Gary had always treated her like a lady, even been a little flirty with her from time to time.

And in a way, he was kind of handsome like this. Bigger, sweeter, easier to read, and with a great big...

Her face was flushing, she found herself staring at it now, thinking long and hard about the mathematics, and she felt the morbid curiosity creeping into the back of her mind.

He was pretty handsome like this...

She listened into the doorframe one more quick time. Not so much as the drop of a pin could be heard. Then looked back down at Gary, whose ears had perked up a bit at the change in her demeanor, wagging his stupid fluffy tail at her.

"...Look, don't tell nobody about this, 'ya hear?" She finally muttered at him, unzipping her sports jacket. "And don't you dare hold it over me either, or I'll whup 'ya so hard you'll be seein' stars in the ambulance."

The zipper slid down to the bottom of her jacket, and the whole thing fell to the floor. Beneath it, she had on a yellow crop top with thin black bra straps beneath, and a pair of jean shorts that clung tight to her thighs.

She looked towards the dumb dog once more, and saw him rise up on all fours, starting to drool with his tongue rolled out. Her face reddened more at this, was he...enjoying the show? She lifted her arms up, and started pulling up on the crop top too.

Without warning, a big round nose pushed up under the top, and a long wet tongue slid out along the bare skin of her body, curling and lapping up along her chest and up to her neck. The sudden assault on her senses made her shiver, her knees bending involuntarily, with her crop top being pushed up her body and getting tangled up on her wrists.

It was affectionate, very affectionate, how he rolled his tongue all over her. All the action and excitement from the night had built up quite a sweat over her body, and she was sure he'd hate the feeling, but it seemed to only encourage him further. The sly sneaky tongue slipped around her arms and chest, and under the thin black straps of her bra.

She tossed the shirt away, and quickly pulled the straps down to expose herself, putting her arms around the dog's big fuzzy head, she encouraged him to indulge in his animalistic frenzy, and was rewarded with a brush forward of enthusiastic tongue, and a lot of fluffy fur that made her have to hold back squealing girlish giggles at him.

"Gkgh-hahaa, h-hey easy, easy boy, ya' got all night, easy boy." She said to him, trying to slow him down. To her surprise, he quickly obeyed. He put a hold on his eager assault and gazed into her eyes.

Muffy's heart was racing now. If she'd been curious before, she was keen on it now. Her whole body was tingling with excitement, and the thrill of it was only half the reason.

Fussing with her thumbs, she popped open the button of her tight shorts, pushing them down her legs to reveal a thin G-string hidden beneath. She put her hand out, holding back Gary's eager face from burying his tongue down there. She was sure it would feel incredible, but she had bigger plans, and tugged the thing off herself.

Pulling herself up to her feet as the horny werewolf watched her naked form, she turned around to face the door. Bent over, she planted her hands against the door and spread her legs out wide, pointing her nice round butt and tight drooling pussy at the eager beast.

"Alright Gary," she barked, reaching down to spread herself open with two fingers. "Get that dog in me, now!"

--

Gary's ears perked up at Muffy's command. He stood up on all fours, his nose already level with her dripping snatch, inhaling deeply to get her scent.

"Ey, I tol'ja to get up an' put that dog in me already, ya dumb mu-"

Her words were interrupted as the werewolf Gary lunged forward, slamming his arms against the door and completely overshadowing her with his big, furry, musky form. His cock slapped up crudely against her ass as the length of it slid against her, dribbling thick precum onto her bare back.

For a moment, she could feel the base of it press against her ass, and felt the thicker part at the base. A dull part of her memory ringed in her head as she remembered a few facts about canine cocks that she'd learned over the years.

Canine cocks have knots, and they lock you into place.

She briefly wondered for a moment if she'd gotten herself in too deep.

That momentary thought of doubt was shattered as the huge wolfman pulled his hips back, and the tip of his cock found the wet folds of her pussy.

Even with his hot breath bearing down her neck, his warm fur tickling at her skin, and his thick musk surrounding and enveloping her senses, nothing felt quite as intense as the first little push he made, tapping his cock against her lips and feeling that tip rub against her clit. It was huge, it was warm, it was slick.