Waking up from your sleep, you quickly came to the immediate conclusion that something was wrong, something felt wrong, out of place, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was.
Heaving yourself up from where you lay, you looked around for Jessica, not seeing her by your side as she’d been when you’d gone to sleep, your head began to swing around wildly, trying and failing to find her. Your heart began to thud with fear as you contemplated what could have happened to her, and that’s when you saw him.
Standing just behind you was a large black furred dog, he was a mangy, wild-looking thing, his fur covered with dirt, and all sticking up at odd angles. But for all that he didn’t look weak, numerous scratches and half-healed over scars dotted his muscular frame, each imperfection telling its own tale of a fight for survival against the odds, of living the wild and free life of a stray.
Starting at the sight of the animal, you immediately turned to face him, where he had come from, and why he was here were unimportant, after everything that had happened recently you needed to assess the situation, but before you could do anything you noticed something else, something unbelievable!
You were shrinking!
Your four equine legs were shortening, bringing you closer down to the earth. Remembering your first transformation your heart suddenly leapt as you thought you must have beaten the curse and were now transforming back into your human form!
But no, that was not what was happening, as black shaggy fur erupted out of your equine coat, and your hooves shrank away to leave paws in their place, you suddenly knew what was happening to you!
You remembered back a week before when you’d been told that whatever magic was behind how the transformation process worked, that it would work to change you again were you to encounter a male of another species, and here was a dog! And you were changing!
No! This can’t be happening! Not again!
But it was and there was nothing you could do to stop it, as a full coat of canine fur covered your body, the flat teeth in your mouth were chiselled down into carnivorous fangs, the loose floppy udder betwixt your hindlegs, withering away, and two rows of teats growing up on your belly in its place.
Soon the transformation was complete, and you looked down at your new canine body in despair, would this nightmare never end!? Your emotional state however quickly shifted gears as you felt the heat that had so long controlled you in your equine form explode back into being inside your new canine cunt! Suddenly filled with a deep agonizing itch, and the overpowering longing to be filled with something long, thick, and deliciously hard enough to scratch it, your mind was stormed by a blitzkrieg of images and scenes of dog’s mounting, mating and fucking each other!
You shuddered, taking in heavy male shape of the dog who having watched your bizarre transformation without fleeing now stood staring at you in a speculative light, locking eyes with him you were suddenly overwhelmed by a singular, fanatical thought which occupied what was left of your brain. This dog was a male, standing on all-fours like an ebony statue, he seemed to you to be a symbol of potency, virility and carnal desire, carved from canine flesh. He could help end your heat!
Though seeing the horse transform into a dog before his eyes had scared the big stud, he couldn’t help his curiosity as he looked at the now-bitch standing in front of him. Sniffing curiously at her, he tried to gauge her scent, it smelled delicate, feminine, full of the sweetness of youth and vitality, but some other thing about it spoke to the primal centres of his canine brain strangely exciting him, curious he strained forward to get a really good sniff, gathering the air-borne strands of the bitch’s pheromones up before running them across his nasal receptors. It then hit him like a lightning bolt out of a clear blue sky; the bitch was in heat! He was sure of it!
Nostrils flaring, the powerful animal breathed the hot scent of her in again and then again, his strong black flanks rippling as he luxuriated in the rampant effect her scent quickly had on his heaving body, the potent odour wrapping itself around him like a living thing, soaking into his veins, and igniting a fire in his blood!
The basic primordial need to rut began to sing in his loins, panting slightly the dog felt his cock swell within its heavily furred sheath, the intense fever of her mating condition charging his powerful reproductive urges!
It had been such a long time since he had last had a bitch! But his body well remembered the feelings, sinking his penis up into her belly and humping over her until that moment when, convulsively, his animal hunger was appeased!
He would do the same to this one, and perhaps stay with her long enough to see her give birth to his litter. The only problem was that the bitch seemed nervous, skittish, she was probably a maiden, and this might even be her first heat. He would have to coax her to stand for his mount.
Having watched the dog sniffing at the air before fixing the full force of his eyes on you, you began muttering the words ‘shit, shit, shit’ in your mind over and over, even as you began to back away from him with fear, watching wide-eyed as he took up the chase, eagerly following after you.
Not willing to let the dog out of your sight, you inevitably put a back paw in the wrong place and stumbled, coming to a halt as you tried to right your balance, that was all it took for the stud to catch up with you.
Seeing the big animal suddenly right in front of your face, you jerked back and in doing so caught wind of his musky odour, your nostrils flared as you unconsciously tried to suck up more of the male dog’s pheromones into your lungs, his scent empowering the deep agonizing sexual need building up afresh in your belly, unleashing an inescapable craving that made all four of your legs feel weak as chalk.
You could hear yourself beginning to pant in excitement. Letting out uncontrollable little quivering, whimpering sounds… sounds that told the stud standing opposite you, that you were in heat, and that you needed to be dominated, to be controlled, to be taken and violently mated.
Under the control of urges and instincts you could barely comprehend, you watched in something akin to awe as the big dog slowly padded towards you, with each step the stud’s posture grew more aggressive and dominant. At some point you realised that you had stopped trying to get away, but were now moving towards him!
Slinking along as you walked, what was left of quantifiable thought resulted in a combination of apprehension and excitement as you looked up at the male next to you. You had never seen a dog quite from this perspective before. His erect stance placed his head well above your own. Never had you looked up at a dog towering over you before, but the closer you came to him the more he towered and the more his posture and scent spoke to you.
Deep within your mind, your shrinking humanity sounded a note of dread as the voice of canine instinct suddenly exerted itself on your cerebrum in an altogether alien way, a brief struggle of conscious thought against the newly overpowering world of instinctive action was already lost as a parallel mind – one that accepted orders without question and allowed you to effortlessly make use of your new physical features rose to the fore.
You now understood the meaning of the dog’s body language and scent as if you’d been born knowing it. You knew he was young, and healthy, that he was excited, and most of all that he was attracted to you.
You could no longer consciously process the meaning of all these messages as the emerging deep and previously hidden parts of your mind bypassed all thought and moved directly into action. Your powerful sense of smell had already homed in on the scent gland at the stud’s anus and sublimated all other thoughts as it compelled your body to try to get into a position to sniff it at close proximity.
Closing on him as he closed on you, the two of you circled one another in what seemed to you to be some sort of slow-motion dance, nose to tail, and then as if by some hidden arrangement you both stopped.
The dog was fast. Stepping forward, he poked his nose beneath your tail and snorted softly as he scented you. That wouldn't have been so bad, if he hadn't immediately follow that up with a large exhalation of hot doggy breath that blanketed your sopping bitch-cunt with the tantalizing sensations of his air. Your pussy trembled, bouncing in place, while your tail raised up and to the side without any input from your brain. Your jaw dropped, glancing over your shoulder, mind racing. What were you doing!? You thought, willing yourself to lower your tail, but that just wasn't happening.
The stud took a nice, long look at what had been revealed. With her tail out of the way, he could see everything: her tight, fur-covered tail hole, her protruding, glistening spade, and even her thick belly dotted with two rows of nipples. There was little doubt now that she was in heat, the reddish stain on the bitch’s tail told the story of her condition, her puffy distended spade was dripping a clear liquid tinged with red that excited the big animal.
While the dog had been busy examining you, you’d been doing the same to him, finding your nose pulled directly to his anus, you pressed your snout into his hindquarters as you sniffed him excitedly, drinking down the strong odours from his scent gland, and low hanging balls, the musky smell of his raw sex flooded your mind, overcoming you to the extent that you were shocked almost into immobility when you felt his cold wet nose and then his tongue probe inquisitively into your rectum and then your vulva, licking heavily against your now-pulsing sex.
With that first lick the proudly virile animal quickly confirmed the pungent aroma of canine heat, clinging to the moisture of the bitch's quivering lips. Deftly brushing the tiny pinkness of her clit with the tip of his tongue, the big dog began licking caressingly at her wet sweetness, drawing his lingual organ upward over the full length of her pussy leaving behind a thin coating of his canine drool. With a mewling whimper of animal excitement rumbling in his chest, he felt a shiver of lustful arousal sweep over his canine loins. Pushing free from its sheath, the tip of his penis soon protruded pink and wet from its furry housing, his heaving balls ached already filling with sperm.
At the first touch of his cold, wet nose brushing tantalizingly against your hot sensitive cunt lips like an ice cube, you’d gone ridged shivering at the sensation, you had then gasped as he forcefully introduced his seethingly warm tongue to the narrow pink crevice beneath your helplessly raised tail, instantly engulfing your trembling clit and labia in a thick miasma of hot breath, sticky saliva and huge tongue. Trembling you whined uncontrollably as the lewd sensations stabbed inward, reaching deep into the nerve centres of your fluttering belly.
Again, he did it and then again, his thick hot tongue ravenousnessly spreading through your yielding, cunt lips like a fluid blade! It didn't stop, but continued to relentlessly splay the raw, sensitive flesh, pausing at the last to lunge in a penetrating curl far up into your shamelessly moistened vagina! You gasped and spasmed convulsively at that, writhing in reflexive bodily contortions as the animal feasted upon you with utter lascivious gluttony.
As her pussy began to melt and ooze, it dripped sweet, hot, sticky juices down onto the stud’s tongue, whining with pleasure and excitement, the animal continued the slow steady lapping at her pussy, tail wagging, the massive dog panted furnace-hot breath out over her warm snatch, the fur around her cunt quickly darkening as his aroused doggie saliva trickled down between her hind-legs.
Feeling all eight of your teats stiffen with pleasure, you began to pant, and whine as potent, sensations charged through your stimulated loins and belly, staring down between your hard-nippled teats, you gaped with wide open eyes watching the licentiously inciting scene of the dog’s canine muzzle buried in the building wet heat of your sensuously fired loins.
You had never felt more conflicted in your life. This felt so good, but you shouldn’t be enjoying it! You should be trying to get away! Trying to find out what had become of your girlfriend! But your will was being gradually eroded away one monstrous lick at a time. As sick as this whole thing might look in retrospect, you were incredibly tempted to just surrender and let whatever happened next happen, consequences be damned.
However long he went on licking your snatch, you in your erotic intoxication had no idea – you only really realized something was about to change when with two loud, wet smacks, the dog tugged his magnificently hot tongue free of your humping, clenching tail-hole.
Whimpering at the sudden loss, you quickly raised your head up to see him backing off several steps. What was it? Oh please don’t say he was stopping!
He certainly wasn’t stopping; the stud had simply chosen that now was the time to claim his bitch. Slung beneath his flanks his large cone-shaped hardness had emerged fully from its sheath glowing like a red-hot branding iron, shining and wet, it jiggled and jerked in the cool air, lewdly spitting out streamers of his hot doggy juices!
Terribly aroused he made his move, rearing up onto his hind legs he staggered forward awkwardly, his claws digging deeply into the soft loam of the forest floor as he clamped his forelegs around her middle, before drawing them back to hook around the upper-part of her hind-legs, mounting her as he would mount any bitch of his own kind.
Oh God! What was he doing!? You thought fearfully, wildly twisting your head to look back as you felt two wide heavy forepaws scratching through your delicate belly fur, before sliding securely around your hips.
Anxious to get started the stud trembled with excitement! Curling his forepaws around the join between her hind-legs and hips, he clutched her body tight against his haunches, easily pulling her rear into the warm furry nest of his hindquarters, he heaved himself fully onto her back.
Writhing helplessly, you felt the dog’s hot smooth belly settle heavily on your lower back, his furry haunches pressing roughly against your rear as they settled around your hindquarters; the movement brought his head forward, until it dropped over your shoulder, bringing his open panting jaws right next to your face.
Just then the dog’s rear began to hump up and down furiously, his haunches hitting your ass with hard dull slaps!
Oh God! You thought, he was trying to fuck me!
Your confused brain whirled with the impossibly lurid idea. That you had escaped the Stable just to be fucked by a horny dog was beyond the pale. You couldn’t let this happen! You wouldn’t let this happen!
Shaking yourself around you desperately tried to dislodge the horny animal from your back, wriggling and heaving, you put up the fight of your life, quite literally, fighting against him to keep your life!
But it was useless. The male dog was far larger than you were and weighed so much more, he clung to your back like a limpet to a rock, his sharp black claws digging in, he kept you trapped between his forepaws in a tightly controlling grip.
Refusing to give in, you struggled more fiercely, this was not going to happen! Letting him lick you had been one thing, but you were not going to just stand here and passively let him fuck you into doggiedom!
A moment later you felt a fierce exultation as moving in just the right way you felt the canine’s controlling grip loosen….
….as his intended bitch struggled with him the stud growled with frustration, unable to help staggering off to one side he dug his strong claws deep into her sides correcting his position as his hind paws struggled for a firm grip in the forest floor. Although he heard the bitch's cries and yips of distress, begging him to stop, the irresistible scent of her heat and the dominant need singing in his blood made the drive to mate unstoppable! Pinning his ears back he humped his haunches up, desperate to get inside her, his cock scoring a line of burning pre along the length of one of her hindlegs!
Feeling that you gave a yelp of terror, that was simply eclipsed by the next yelp as the wet, tapered end of the dog’s cock came forward again stiff with purpose, this time the spitting tip probed down low, sticking itself wetly between your hindlegs, touching at your belly! He was so close, so close to getting inside you!
Ahhh! Fuck! No! You squealed in refusal, the obscenely intimate feeling of his hard cock flesh prodding against your body terrified you! The heat radiating off from his cock was intense, the sinful feeling sent irresistible waves of longing echoing through your sensually awakening loins in a natural female reaction that you were powerless to prevent. Despite your terror, shame and confusion, this animal was eliciting an instinctive reaction of primitive lust deep within your loins, a growing excitement that you couldn't fight much less control.
Oh God! No! This was so wrong, perverted, a crime against nature….you…you couldn’t just let him….fuck….you’re a guy! You don’t, you can’t want this!
But the dog certainly did! In fact it was the only thing on his mind right now! Burying his aching cock deep up into her belly and thrusting over her until that moment when, convulsively, his animal hunger was appeased! Now in counterpoint to his humps he shifted his hips to the left and to the right, searching, searching for that sweet tight entrance he knew all bitch’s possessed!
Recoiling in shock you took the smallest crawling step forward still trying to escape, unintentionally dooming yourself as with that small movement you altered the angles slightly and the tip of his cock neatly touched the soft outer pouch of your sex!
No! You yelped, your worst, inevitable nightmare coming true as your trembling mound eagerly spread around the stud's thick, slippery cock, almost slurping him inside. He didn't stop when the rough skin of his sheath brushed up against your cunt, the furred pocket instead folded neatly back as with a savage snap of his haunches, the canine thrust inches more of his tapered cock all the way up into the wetly-gripping confines of your heated cunt!
Oh fuck! It was so big and hard, but you were hardly given time to think on that as with several more rapid-fire thrusts the dog pumped his giant red cock deep into your channel, sending huge ripples of tender, coral flesh in rolling swells before him!
*YELP!!!* Your breath was forced from your lungs by that single monstrous thrust, the stud’s elephantine-cock smashing into your belly with all the force of a rutting moose. Filling you out completely, it felt like your inner organs had been forced up your throat into your lungs, threatening to choke you to death! Gaping soundlessly, your fangs clenched into a rictus as your body lurched against its tormentor in absolutely agonising convulsions.
And then ... it came to an end! With a violent quake, the dog’s furry haunches thwacked solidly against your rear. His herculean sperm-bloated ball sack quietly insinuating itself into the soft, unprotected vale of your widespread hindlegs. The colossal cock, victoriously nuzzled to its bristled hilt in your pulsating and stretched slit like some kind of barbaric chastising torture!
For a moment your vision turned black, until you drew much needed oxygen into your lungs with a wheeze, fighting against unconsciousness as your poor cunt trembled around its beastly invader.
Passionately enraged the stud took that to be his cue, and withdrawing part of his length from his bitch’s well reamed hole, he fucked it back in madly, not understanding the concept ‘of taking it slow’ the stud had only one speed, and he was more than eager to show it off as he began bucking and plunging into the hot, yielding flesh of her liquid cunt, hearing her feminine cries and yelps, he loved the feeling of her smooth, firm rear flattening up against his belly as he skewered her onto the last remaining inch of his huge, thickly lengthening rod, before withdrawing from her in a rush!
There was not even a moment's thought of gentleness or mercy, for such is not in the nature of virile beasts such as this stud; as soon as he was in her he was humping her frantically, his movements hurried and uncontrolled. There was certainly no subtlety to his method. It was simply rapid-fire short-range thrusts with no rhythm or finesse, just brute strength and the basic, primordial instinct to procreate by the bluntest of means.
Overwhelmed by unwanted, uncontrollable pleasure you tensed and squirmed beneath him, your mind a very whirlpool of sensual madness, the very core of your sex, burning with the rabid frenzy of forbidden lust. Every swell of his cock was rubbing your innards in just the right way, every brush of his furred sheath at your opening caused you to tremble with lust.
The violent thrusting and staccato drumming of the dog's powerful body was soon sending visible ripples throughout the musculature of your body, as driven by instinct you began pushing your rear back against the force of his frantic humping, losing your sense of self in the blissful ecstasy of your mad coitus.
Your breath quickly escalated into an endless series of short, high-pitched pants, drool from your muzzle began to repel down from your lips to the ground on long glimmering strings that fluttered with the jiggling of your canine flesh.
Your brain soon became a blank of sensual desires as primeval lust surged madly throughout your slaving body, meeting all of the dog’s punishing thrusts inch for inch, you ground your rear-end back against his powerfully firm hindquarters, pushing with all your strength so that every rigid inch of his cock was firmly implanted deep within your passion-filled belly!
*Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!*
Coming back to yourself for a moment, you blushed scarlet at the wetly audible evidence of your intimate coupling. You were doing it, willingly having intercourse with this dog, cursing and damning yourself into this animal form but not being able to help yourself. With every thrust, the stud stoked the fires of your lust higher and higher, the feeling spiralling through your seething loins like the pricking of a million warning needles, and gnawing at the base of your quivering belly with the promise of unknown rapture that told you just one thing. That something good was coming!