It
hurt
.
She trembled and lowered herself, long golden fur brushing the leaves and wet grass covering the small hill. She crawled with her legs splayed. Ashamed but unable to contain herself. She whined quietly as the cold dew eased the burning between her back legs. She pulled herself, rubbing her engorged pink sex along the ground.
It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
A few cars passed on the nearby street but the little town was sleepy as Fall settled in. The sun was a faded yellow on the horizon, struggling to provide warmth through the cold evening.
The cold didn't touch her and not because of her thick fur coat.
She stood and licked her muzzle, head low until her legs stopped trembling. Her tail wagged and the brush of the fur against her sex made her growl in frustration. People walked in the distance and she looked up, her floppy ears twitching. She thought briefly about joining them. Walking among them on two legs but she knew herself and knew how hard it'd be to contain her urges. And their complex societal rules still confused her.
Instead, she paced. Back and forth, back and forth. Frustrated. Trying to think through the throbbing in her head. Licking the drool from her thick black lips as her breath puffed out into the chill night air. Back and forth. Back and forth.
---
Tony buckled the high visibility vest to his chest, smoothing it over his long-sleeved shirt. A road bike lay lightly against his hip while he finished getting ready for his ride. His co-workers streamed out of the building behind him and told him to have a safe ride, as they always did. He waved to them as he mounted his bike and pedaled off.
The road was mostly empty as the young man biked home. His long, lean, tanned legs worked effortlessly as he wove along the road. He breathed deeply and hummed a random beat, matching it to the blinking red light attached to the front of his bike.
Movement ahead on the side of the road drew the man's attention and he slowed. A golden retriever seemed to be wandering the sidewalk. He watched it for a moment and then looked around for its owner. Seeing nobody and noticing the obvious distress the poor dog was in, he pulled up to the sidewalk and then stopped.
"Hey boy," he called out, dragging his bike onto the sidewalk. The dog stopped and took a tentative step backward, it's head bowed and tail lowered. Tony lay his bike carefully down on the ground. "Awww, I'm not going to hurt you. Where's your owner, huh? Where's your owner, boy?"
The dog came to him slowly. Carefully. One step. Two. Sniffing the air a moment before getting closer. Tony looked around again, waiting for someone to come out and yell at him for messing with their dog. But, it was a small town he couldn't remember anyone near here with a golden retriever.
"Come on," Tony said gently, holding his hand out. He was tall, over six feet, and so he crouched to make himself look less imposing. He noticed no collar as it crept closer. "I won't hurt you. Just want to see if someone owns you."
The young man waited patiently but, soon, the dog was close enough to sniff his outstretched hand. He smiled encouragingly at it.
"Yeah, that's it, good boy," Tony told the dog when it licked his hand. Its tail wagged tentatively and he slowly reached forward to scratch it behind the ears. "Aww, poor thing, you're shaking. Huh. No collar? Are you a stray? Your coat's all messy so maybe."
The dog moved forward, pressing itself between the young man's legs and he rocked back on his heels with a laugh. He ruffled the dog's neck as it smelled him.
"Well," Tony said, standing. The dog whined up at him with large eyes. Its tail was low and it pressed itself against his legs. "You're an affectionate guy. Let's get you back to my place, huh? Get some pictures and put up some posters tomorrow? Yeah? Would you like that? I think I can even get some food for you."
---
She listened to the man speak. His words were high pitched with odd, wavering tones but she could understand him well enough and hearing that he'd take her home excited her. Her sex was throbbed painfully, sharp spikes radiating from her belly. She could feel the wetness pooling inside of her as she breathed deeply of the man's scent.
He scratched along her neck and back and she trembled at his touch. At the way his fingernails felt against her skin. At the sweet taste of pleasurable pain when his fingers tugged at the tangles in her fur. She leaned heavily against his waist and whined again.
The male patted his thigh and called to her, pulling his (bicycle they named them) on his left side. She caught up to him and followed close, feeling the excitement building.
He was the one. She knew it. He
had
to be.
---
Tony hefted his bike up to his shoulders and walked through his front gate. The dog waited for him to walk through the gate and then followed him close. He was amazed at how focused and intelligent it was. Never once did it stray to sniff at things or run off on some random adventure.
Because of its intelligence and his love of the anime
Cowboy Bebop
, he'd decided to name the dog Einstein, or Ein for short. Even if he was the wrong breed.
He unlocked his door and turned to the dog. "Come on in, Ein. Let's get you squared away and figure out what we're going to do with you." At the mention of its name, the dog's tail thrashed wildly and it jumped on him, licking at his arm and then his crotch. Tony laughed and gently pushed it back.
The dog barked once loudly, its tail still wagging uncontrollably, before it went inside. Once in, it walked carefully around the living room, as if it were inspecting the young man's home. Satisfied, it came back and butted against Tony's leg before sitting on its back paws. He looked down and saw it looking back up at him and was amazed at the intelligence within.
"You're a remarkable dog, Ein," Tony said. Again he crouched and the dog lowered its head for him. He scratched along its neck. "Jesus, Ein, you're burning up!"
Tony ran his hand along the dog's back, feeling the heat radiating from its skin. It was panting now and whining quietly, its fluffy tail swishing back and forth against his wood floor.
Long, golden strands of fur came away in Tony's hand and he stared at it. A small bare patch of skin lay exposed near Ein's tail and he watched as the skin bulged and twisted, as if things were moving beneath the surface. The dog whined and lay itself flat, facing purposefully away from Tony to expose its sex.
A small part of Tony's mind noticed the slick, swollen pink lips (
Oh, it's a girl,
he thought) as he sat back on his hands. A sharp crack filled the air and Ein barked loudly before whining and laying her head against the floor. Her back jerked and she she arched it, raising her tail with another whine. Her voice warbled oddly, as if she were trying to speak.
"Wha- wha- wha-" Tony stuttered, watching as clumps of fur fell to the ground around Ein. Her ears twitched and the skin began to pull back into her muzzle. The left moved faster and he watched, mouth open in shock, as a familiar rounded shape took place: A human ear.
Ein reached out her paws and tried speaking again, barks and whines and groans mixing together. Tried to tell him that she was okay. That, yes, it hurt, but it would stop. She tried clenching her fists and then growled in frustration at the lack of fingers. Her black-padded paws creaked and stretched out as a small nub appeared on the insides of her front paws. The nub lengthened into the start of a thumb and she rubbed her paws against the ground, trying to scratch the deep, painful itch she felt beneath the skin.
Her claws began to retreat into her slowly forming fingers. And she worked them, watching the still-thick not-fingers flex awkwardly.
I'm okay,
she tried to tell the man, her voice warbling. She could feel the thin skin of her right ear sliding against the soft fur of her muzzle. Sounds were fading. Becoming less.
I'm okay.
Ein cried out in near-human pain when her hip cracked. Her legs flopped uselessly as her spine rearranged and reconnected. She hated the cold, dead feeling when that happened but, soon, sharp pricks of pain danced along her back legs. She felt her legs again, sliding against the cool, smooth floor. More fur fell from her growing legs and the strands tickled her bare skin.
"Errrm," Ein said with a growl. She coughed and tried to clear her throat. It, too, was changing, the soft cartilage crunching within. "Errrrrm kaaay."
Sweat began to bead on her back, racing down her sides to soak into the fur still clinging to her body. Ein growled when her jaw broke. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose with her mouth shut as she tasted blood. Of all the parts, this was the worst. She swallowed, again and again, nearly choking as her mouth and face rearranged itself.
The bones of the girl's muzzle cracked and crunched and shortened. She growled deep in her throat and her limp tail flicked against the ground. Loose fur covered her back in patches.
Tony pushed himself back quickly until he felt the wall against him. His eyes were huge and he couldn't look away. The dog -
no, girl
- lay on the ground in front of him. Her forearms were still covered in thick, long fur and her paws were now hands. She clenched them in pain and her body shook.
Another loud crack sounded and Ein bit off a howl. She pulled herself into a fetal position and Tony's eyes were drawn to her tail. It twitched once, twice and then lay still. Beneath it, her narrows hips expanded. Swelled. He watched her dog's sex move as her ass and hips grew in. He wanted to look away but couldn't.
The girl's tail slid against her still-swelling ass and she shivered at its touch. As if a lover were caressing her. The bones of her tail melted away inch by inch as it pulled back into her. She rubbed her thighs together, groaning as the tuft of fur on her mound and inner thighs slid against her engorged pussy. Her back paws (
