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A New Year, A New Life

The din of the packed mansion quieted considerably and all eyes turned towards Yvette Lafontaine, the beautiful young woman who had just entered. She knew looked fabulous in her stunning red cocktail dress. She was a receptionist at a law firm, but it was very prestigious, powerful, and namely rich law firm.

That might not mean as much to a receptionist, being rather low on the power latter but being very beautiful and vivacious, she quickly became a favorite of the senior partners and therefore, very well taken care of. With her perfect shoulder length raven-black hair, pale skin, and stunning blue eyes, she managed to stand out among the many attractive receptionists and interns. One senior partner and, in fact, a co-founder of the firm, one Antony Palmer, had taken notice of her and had taken her as his mistress. This marked a huge turning point in Yvette's life.

She had first slept with him (really she'd laid face down on his desk as he took her from behind, a position they would use often) something like a year and a half ago. In that time, she had gotten a brand new car, a posh apartment with a fine view of the river (and which she had yet to pay a dime for) and a fine new wardrobe.

Yvette had always been a snappy dresser, ever since she was quite young (she had been winning beauty pageants since age six). Tony's money, however, brought her fashionista skills to a whole new level. Tonight she wore the top designers with her hair and makeup done by the best stylists in the city. Yvette positively glowed, she couldn't help but have a smug smile across her face as the participants of the firm's New Years Eve party watched her, the men with desire and lust and women with envy(and more than a few with desire and lust).

Tony and Edith Palmer's parties were always considered gala events and the New Year's Eve party was the largest of them all. The who's who of the city were packed into Palmer's mansion, all dressed in their finest. And now, for a brief moment, Yvette was the center of their attention. To say her ego was stoked was a major understatement.

"My god, Yvette, you look incredible!" A familiar voice spoke to her.

"Oh, Tony!" She said as she spun around and threw her arms around his neck, "You're looking rather dashing, yourself."

Though nearing his mid-fifties, Tony Palmer was still a dashing figure, with no signs of slowing down, in his professional or love life. His once dark hair was now flecked with gray and he now wore glasses but Yvette felt that this only adding to his dignified good looks.

His gray-blue eyes looked left and right nervously at the moment and he gently lifted Yvette's arms from his shoulders,

"Easy love, there's plenty of people here who like to talk," he said, squeezing her hand regretfully. He looked away and pinched her butt, "Meet me in my den in fifteen minutes. I've got something special for you."

Yvette giggled, "Oh, Tony! What is it?!"

"A surprise, my dear, but I'm sure you'll love it."

Yvette enjoyed herself while waiting for her rendezvous, being very sociable, and as always, the center of attention. Finally, she able to slip away, excusing herself to the restroom (which, thankfully, was along the same hallway as Tony's den).

She knew Palmer's home well. She and Tony had had sex here more than once, as Edith was often away on business, and she had been here for legitimate reasons as well. She easily slipped into the den without drawing any attention, where she found Tony waiting. He was scratching the ear of the family's prized pure-bred Golden Retrievers.

Yvette knew absolutely nothing about dogs, nor did she care, but she recognized this was Mitsy, an old bitch that had been with the family for ages. She was spoiled rotten and doted on, but always behaved perfectly. In front of the fireplace snoozed a new addition to the family. Yvette didn't know anything about him other than he had championship lineage (Tony bragged about his dogs often) and they had only had him for a few months.

"Tony!"

"Yvette!"

They embraced and kissed passionately before Tony pulled away hesitantly,

"We can't take too long, but I wanted to give you this!"

From his pocket, he pulled out a finely made jewelry box.

"Oh, Tony!" Once again she embraced him excitedly, "You shouldn't have! Your Christmas present was wonderful!"

Her Christmas present had been an exquisite diamond necklace, worth more than many average Americans earned in a year. She wore it now always eager to show it off.

"And now it's New Year's, and I wanted to give something to match. Please, open it."

Eagerly, Yvette popped open the well-made box, finding a beautiful, sparkling diamond tennis bracelet that matched the necklace perfectly.

"Oh, Tony it's incredible! It's so beautiful!"

"Not nearly as beautiful as you. Here, let me put it on you!"

Yvette giggled as Tony carefully placed the bracelet, but suddenly stopped when the clasp was closed.

"Ugh... whoa..." She mumbled, wobbling a bit. It felt as if a strange shock wave had just reverberated through her body.

Tony looked concerned, "Are you alright, my love?"

"Ye-yes, just a dizzy spell," She smiled, feeling better, "A little too much champagne too quickly, I suppose.

Tony was somewhat relieved but still looked concerned, "If you're sure. You're not driving tonight are you?"

"No, I used Uber."

"Good! I wish we could spend the rest of the evening together, my love. But we must keep up appearances! Why don't you leave first, I'll follow in a few minutes."

Yvette nodded, she knew the routine, "Yes, of course. See you in the office on Tuesday?" She said with a devilish smile.

Tony smiled back and kissed her once more, "Of course..."

Yvette rejoined the party, enjoying herself immensely for some time. However, an hour or so before the ball drop, she began to feel odd. Her immaculate clothes didn't seem to fit right anymore. She blushed deeply when her panties slipped to her ankles, managing to quickly pull them back up before the drunken crowd had noticed, but she was horrified all the same.

The blushing did not subside quickly. In fact, she was feeling hot, sweaty and downright woozy. The other partygoers paid her no mind as she staggered to the patio door, too drunk to care.

"Excuse me, arrrrgh, sorry," She muttered as she made her way to the door.

Cool air rushed over her as she stepped outside. It was the dead of winter, but the Palmer's had the patio heaters on full-blast, as the crowd would head outside soon for the fireworks show. The cool air helped Yvette but she still felt like she was burning up. Her clothes felt strangely loose and baggy. Perhaps the worst, however, was building need. She was feeling... horny. Leaning against the glass door for a brief moment, she rubbed herself through her dress and panties. She was thoroughly enjoying the administrations to her clit when she was interrupted by a familiar, yet frightening voice.

"Well, well, I thought I'd find you out here, but not doing this. Not yet anyway."

"Edith!" Yvette's eyes snapped open, Tony's wife was standing before her, with a pair of leashes in her hand. She was walking Mitsy and the new dog, "I mean, Mrs. Palmer, I... uh, needed to get away from the party for a moment."

Edith, herself by no means an unattractive woman, smiled, "I can see that. I'm just happy to see that you found a way to take care of it yourself rather than have my husband do it."

Yvette's stomach clenched. She knew! She knew! How?! They had been so careful! Now what?!

"Yes, I know. Tony does this from time to time and I have to remind him to heel. It's been several years since last time, but it's time to clear up another mess of his," Edith said as she casually watched the dogs sniff at Yvette.

Yvette was feeling even more hot and flustered now. What was that smell? It was driving her crazy! She was flip-flopping between being terrified of Edith and being insanely aroused.

"Ahhh... Hey, stop!!!" She snapped when she felt one of the dogs noses invade her private space, his head under her dress.

"Ah, that's Trevor, he would very much like to meet you," Edith said with a broad smile, "A more intimate setting would be nice. Be a good girl and let me put this on you."

Edith pulled another leash and a leather collar from her coat pocket. Yvette was shocked,

"What?! No! Leave me alone!"

"Now, now, settle down, that's a good girl. Hold still," Edith's words had a strange effect on Yvette. She found she could not move, she obediently held still as the collar was latched around her neck.

"Good girl! Now come along, I think the gazebo would be a lovely place to introduce you to Trevor," Edith gave the leash a tug.

Yvette felt absolutely ridiculous but still obeyed, "Ple-please, I'll break things off with Tony! I swear! Just leave me alone!"

Edith ignored her and led her to the gazebo; she gave the leash a tug now and then to remind Yvette who was boss. The gazebo, a fancy affair built of teak and mahogany, was thankfully heated as well. Yvette blushed as felt the cool dampness in her groin.

"Now, isn't this nice?" Edith said, "Now see how much Trevor likes you? His cock fully erect and the knot fully swollen?"

Yvette looked and felt a blazing attraction to the hot red member. She wanted to sniff it, lick it, have it pump inside her. Both she and the male dog whimpered.

"Now, down girl, let him take you," Edith commanded.

Yvette felt a strong urge to obey but managed to resist, "What! No! I-I am not fucking your dog!"

"Naughty girl! Down!" Edith gave the command with a sharp tug on the end of the leash, "That's it! Good girl!"

"Please! Don't!" Yvette shrieked as she dropped to her hands and knees, "I won't go anywhere near Tony! I swear!"

Trevor was giving her moist sex a hard sniff through her panties, his head covered by her dress. Yvette tried to fight it but pushed back into his face and her now very long tongue lolled out from the pleasure.

"Oh, isn't that just the sweetest?" Edith said as she flipped the dress off of Trevor's head and onto Yvette's back. She then tugged down dampened panties, giving the eager dog full access.

"Ohhhhh.... ah..." Yvette groaned as Trevor's rough tongue slid across her clitoris, "Plea....please no! Don't let him do this to me! I'll go! Whimper... I'll leave town!"

"Too late for that dear. You should never have lain with him. I always know when someone crosses me. Our stable full of polo ponies is evidence of that," Edith said with a proud smile, "In fact, just a few months ago, Trevor here worked at my consulting firm. He quickly learned it isn't a good idea to embezzle from me."

As she spoke, Trevor, the former office worker, planted his front end on Yvette's back, his red member prodding her butt.

"Good boy!" Edith said joyfully, "Get in there!"

"Nrroh!" Yvette could no longer speak properly. Her tongue was too long and her muzzle was beginning to grow. Her lips and the end of her nose had turned black. "Nroh! Pleh! Yip! Arf! ARF!!!"

Trevor finally found her moistened sex and gave an excited thrust. His swollen knot bounced off Yvette's vulva and she whimpered, an internal war raging inside her. There was the growing instinct to have Trevor mate her, while her human disgust withered.

In the end, it did not matter. Trevor was going to have his way and after several more thrusts, he fully penetrated her as her vulva changed, no longer the sex of a woman, but of a bitch.

"Arf! Arf!" Yvette barked with pleasure. She not only sounded like a dog, but she was looking more dog-like. Her face now had a pronounced muzzle and her ears, with some golden fuzz, grew longer until they flopped over under their own weight. Her nose was wet and entirely black, and now more than ever she could smell her mate and the musky scent of their mating.

Edith watched with an eerie grin as her husband's lover fucked her humanity away. Her fingers, the fingers that had gone through her husband's hair, began to shorten. The human nails darkening and curling over before lengthening into claws.

Yvette began panting heavily as she was fucked, more and more of her succumbing to her canine-hood. Edith could see a naked tail making its way out from underneath Trevor's belly. Her feet pulled out from her Prada heels, revealing a pair of paws. Yvette's legs were changing rapidly, shrinking and twisting, until both of the humping pairs stumbled when Yvette went from her hands and knees to stand on four paws.

Golden fur began sprouting all over Yvette's changing body. Her famous silky brunette hair fell out in clumps, quickly replaced by soft golden fur. Having reached its full length, her tail was soon covered as well.

Edith smiled with approval; there was little left now that revealed Yvette as a former human. There was the lovely dress, but it was now draped over a panting Golden Retriever bitch getting fucked by her mate. The bitch looked up at her new master, a look of dazed pleasure on her face.

"See?" Edith said, "Not so bad, is it? It won't be much of change for you, you'll still be well taken care of, for the price of a fuck now and then. So not so different than your previous arrangement. Besides the puppies, of course."

Yvette yapped and yipped as Trevor stiffened on her back. He finally came and was filling her womb with his seed. He panted in Yvette's ear for a few moments, catching his breath, before sliding off and lifting a hind leg over her. His knot was still firmly locked in Yvette's vagina.

"Better get this ornamentation off you before the guests come outside," Edith said as stooped, "You had good taste, I will give that."

She pulled the dress over Yvette's head, there wasn't much to it, to begin with, so it wasn't difficult. Yvette's bra, panties, and shoes were bundled with the dress and stuffed under the gazebo's bench. Edith carefully pulled the diamond necklace out from the fur before lifting Yvette's right foreleg.

"Ah, yes, the bracelet, the source of your downfall. I found it weeks ago and knew it was for you. My husband's not nearly as clever as he thinks he is. I placed the curse on it then," Edith explained while scratching behind her new dog's ear. The bitch seemed to greatly appreciate it, "A bitch you were and a bitch you shall be! Haha!"

Trevor and Yvette remained tied together for several more minutes. His penis only slipped free moments before the party guests began streaming out to watch the fireworks display, totally oblivious to what had just happened.

When the guests found Edith she was holding the leashes of three dogs,

"Edith! Is that another new dog?"

It was Edith's friend dear friend, Debra. Beside her was a concerned looking Tony Palmer. His concern only grew when he saw the new dogs vivid blue eyes looking at him.

"Yes!" Edith answered cheerfully, "Isn't she lovely? I only just got her. Mitsy, the poor thing, has gotten too old to breed. This lovely girl is perfect!"

"She is beautiful," Debra said as she squatted to scratch the dog's ears, "Does she have a name?'

Edith coldly looked Tony in the eyes, "Yes... her name is Yvette. Isn't it_dear_?"

Tony glared back, "Yes, honey, it is."

He stepped closer to his wife, cringing when Yvette affectionately licked his hand.

"Why did you do this?" He growled under his breath.

"Why do you insist on bringing your whores into my home?" She coolly shot back.

"She did nothing!" He snapped.

"Didn't she? Don't worry, she's perfectly happy, aren't you girl?" She rubbed Yvette's head as the bitch eagerly leaned into her, "Beside you've always been happy with the other animals I've brought to the family, the championship dogs and horses, the llama, don't forget the llama, Tony, dear. And she's already pregnant, there's no turning her back."

Tony wiped his sweating brow, "Fine! But if anything come of this..."

"I know, I know, but we've always covered ourselves before, haven't we?" She said, "And Tony?"

"Yes?" He growled again.

She held up the necklace and the bracelet, "I don't your whore's bobbles," She tucked the jewelry into Tony's hand, "Perhaps you have someone else in mind."

The End