Jennifer put the weird phone call out of mind as she headed downstairs. She had seen the bus from her window and was taking the stairs two at a time to make it down in time. She slid her feet into some flip-flops and was out the door, waving to let the bus driver know she was coming. As she hurried across her lawn, a dark blur zipped out from a nearby bush and tackled her.
"Oh, yuck!" she said as a big, slobbery tongue assaulted her face. It was her neighbor's dog, Buster, a dark furred mutt that often escaped the backyard to roam around the streets until her neighbor got home. "Down boy!" she yelled as she pushed him away and got to her feet.
She felt a tingle pass through her body and center on her crotch. It suddenly felt warm and kind of nice. She thought about giving it a rub, or maybe fondling one of her breasts, when a loud honk from the bus startled her out of her thoughts.
"I'm coming!" Jen hurried off to take her seat, not even realizing what had just happened or its significance.
She squirmed a little in her seat as the bus made its way to the school. Her crotch was still tingling and now it was itchy. 'What the hell,' she thought, fighting the urge to scratch it. 'I'll check it out when I get to school.'
As soon as the bus stopped, Jennifer was off the bus and inside to the nearest girls' washroom. She locked herself in a stall and yanked down her skirt and panties. She stared. Her pussy was much darker thank normal, and the hair was thick and shaggy. She scratched it and gave a small whimper of pleasure at the relief even as she continued to stare.
"How the hell did this happen?" she wondered aloud. Jen continued to scratch, feeling the thick hair of her pussy, as her thoughts drifted back to the phone call. "It couldn't be, could it...?" She then thought back to Buster and how she'd looked at him. "Oh no."
Even as she was realizing that the curse was real, Jen couldn't help but keep thinking about Buster. He was such a handsome dog, really. His coat was nice and soft... Her fingers slipped inside her pussy lips almost immediately and began to finger her clit. Jen moaned in pleasure, sitting on the seat of the toilet and spreading her legs wide for better access.
As she grunted and sighed in pleasure, her fingers working diligently, Jen began to pant slightly. Her tongue flopped out of the side of her mouth a little as she opened her mouth in another, higher pitched moan. She imagined Buster licking her pussy and her fingers worked faster, harder, until she came with a growl, her hand sopping wet.
Stunned, Jen could only stare at her wet hand for a moment. Then she began licking her fingers clean and slowly leaned forward to lick her crotch clean with her now longer, flatter tongue. It was somewhere in the middle of doing this that she realized what had just happened.
"Oh my god! EW!" She had just gotten off imagining a dog licking her in the most private of places. And then she realized that her pussy hair was even darker and thicker, and a light coat of hair had travelled outward to her upper thighs and stomach. And her tongue... was hanging out of her mouth! "Oh my god!" she yelled again, standing and hurriedly yanking up her clothes.
'This can't be happening,' she thought. 'It's some kind of hormonal thing...' But even as she thought that, her pussy began to feel warm and wet again, and she felt the urge to play with herself. As she stepped out of the stall she caught herself fondling a breast in the mirror and quickly stopped.
"Get ahold of yourself Jennifer," she said to herself. "You can beat this thing. You won't get fucked by a dog, that's just gross." But even as she said it, Jen couldn't help but wonder how it would feel. She shivered in pleasure. Quickly, she splashed some water on herself and hurried out of the bathroom. She would make it through the day and then figure out what to do later.