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A Walk in the Doggo Park 2: Subspecies By Lykanos Wulfheart

Everything ached as Riley crumpled to the ground. The tree to his back was both his salvation and the source of his pain, the broad trunk keeping the man in place when the mysterious object hit. The force of the impact was far less than the muscled man would have expected for a meteorite, but it hurt all the same. As the dust cleared, pushed just behind his tree by some suspicious gust, he saw it. In the middle of the clearing sat a gigantic green Frisbee, the intergalactic craft of the invading Doggos.

Our unsuspecting protagonist had simply been out for a walk when this catastrophe befell him, the wrong place at the wrong time. Back home, his girlfriend and his roommate had decided to watch a cheesy horror flick. While Riley wasn't one to scare easily, he also didn't much care for the cliche antics of modern terror, politely opting to go for a hike out in San Francisco's beautiful Golden Gate Park. The twenty four year old had made it all the way out to Stow Lake, relaxing on the secluded island as he took in the scenery. Though Riley looked like a fighter, six foot with a broad build and scars to prove it, he was really just a big teddy bear. The wounds from his past, a gash in his right eyebrow and two slashes across his left bicep, had healed over long ago, the events that caused them far behind him. He was a good man, a little too serious at times, but he'd never dream of hurting another living soul. He wasn't looking for trouble. He was out there for the serenity, the fresh air, and to scout out a good location for his eventual proposal. You can just imagine his surprise when a flaming green object started to hurtle toward him. He barely had time to think, to act. He knew there was no escape, so he just pushed his back into the thick tree behind him and shielded his face, hoping and pleading that the impact wouldn't kill him.

There was a deafening boom when the spaceship landed, a forceful concussion that lifted the man off his feet as it pinned him in place. He was lucky that was all that happened, the craft obscured in the kicked-up debris that pelted him. When he was finally allowed to move, the battering wind settling as the cloud pushed past, he could see the vessel. Suddenly, he knew why he was spared. It wasn't anything normal falling from space. It was something alien. Something sinister. Something to get away from. Holding his ribs, everything throbbed as he stood to run. He had to place a hand to the bark once more to brace, but after a strained breath, he was gone, hidden in the dust just beyond the saucer's vents.

Riley tried his best to run, though a stiff hobble was all he could muster. It took a moment for him to find the path, the distorted screams of a few others barely piercing through the ringing in his ears, luring him in the right direction. Joining up, the survivors found the bridge off the landmass, limping across as they fled. With the air less choked by dirt, the group was finally able to cough in something clean, Riley's strained breaths eager and terrified.

On the far side of the stone walkway stood two joggers and their dog, a border collie with a blue collar. The man in bright yellow and black spoke to them as they passed by, his words muffled as Riley's hearing returned. "Hey, what was that? Did anyone see it?" They had no clue what was happening, tourists to a warzone. Riley wanted to warn them, to tell them to flee, but his priorities were different. He needed to hurry home. He needed to escape. He needed fresh air and a shower. Dust-covered like the others he fled with, you could barely tell that his tee was an aqua blue-green, the color distorted to match his brown shorts. Even his black hiking boots were caked with dust, the poor man looking like he'd been pulled from a rockslide, tiny nicks speckled across his skin as faint lines of blood mixed with the grime.

It took the young man longer to get back to his apartment than he would have liked, but he was one of the lucky ones. Many more stayed in the park and met with a terrible fate. They, like many more throughout the world, were turned into breeders, female Doggos with the sick intention of being bred by the invading forces of Planet Doggo! They've taken over most of the world now, so if you're viewing this- OUW! Fine. FINE! No, I'll be good. Just don't turn me like you did the last guy, ok? Yes. I'll tell it like you want it, just don't turn me. Alright. Back to the story. We'll start up where the last narrator left off. Wait, it's an orgy? Really? FINE! Yes, I'll do it, sheesh! No need to get so pushy.

So, where did they leave off? Oh, right. Roofus Pennington, one of the invading Doggos turned female, had just done as ordered. The veteran Rottweiler and former captain of the ship had just given the order to transfer command to Ash, an average border collie turned Doggo when she tried to save her owner. Now that she had a human's intelligence and was unburdened by the ditzy lust that had overtaken the former men, she was calling the shots. With Ash's rank officially elevated, the naked Roofus waited and wagged for the promise of fun with the new commanding officer and her former master, Tony, who was now her well-endowed lesbian lover, a Shiloh Shepherd with a need to please.

The perky Rottweiler shifted her weight back and forth, her nethers warm with the heat of the change. She'd had a little attention outside, but the nag of her new womanhood was demanding and she was having trouble fighting her new needs. Slowly, her dainty hands moved down her slender hips, a sensual advance that led inward, her naughty fingers positioned to play. Her left went straight for her clitoris as the right slipped between her lower lips, brushing at the side to stimulate herself. Roofus didn't even care that she'd been caught in the act as Ash and her former master, Tony, walked inside, the black and brown Shepherd delighted at the sight.

"I take it that things went well?" asked Ash, a sliver of glee in her voice as she witnessed the lust in her allies, unbound and eager for release.

Tony was just as aroused as the shameless lady at the center of the room fondled herself, the shepherd's swishing tail wagging behind her brown, heart-patterned booty. Quickly, the horny bitch joined in, kneeling before Roofus as she pleaded. "Let me help you." Before the Rottweiler could agree, she was moaning, a damp tongue lapping into her as two thumbs held her wide. Roofus' own finger retreated to brace on Tony's head, claws working into her brown and black head-fluff.

Juices coated the woman's mouth as Tony delved deep, the former captain letting loose a whimper of bliss. Ash had taken the opportunity to sneak behind, the border collie's arms wrapping around to tease at the unguarded nipples. Like her, Roofus was a generous c-cup, three pairs of breasts descending in voluptuous size as they went lower. However, unlike the rest of her companions, Ash was endowed with a fourth pair of sensitive mounds, the only Doggo made from a natural dog. Her furred fingers got the response she'd intended, the Rottweiler becoming putty in her palms, panting and moaning to her whim. With an erotic whisper, Ash asked, "Is it done? Have you been a good girl?"

With so much attention, it was hard for Roofus to respond, her breaths ragged and words choppy. "Ye-huh. Yes, ma'am. You are now the co-ho! The commanding officer. Also-oh... Oh... They agreed to your terms. Just need to tag her and she's all your-hors. Oh, yes!" Tony had managed to find the sweet spot, the veteran Doggo unable to talk as her hips tried to grind on the mouth before her. It didn't help that Ash's hand had snuck down to aid with the nub, her victim's body on the edge of orgasm. With so much going on, Roofus refocused her padded palms to her own breasts, one high and one low as the border collie took over between her legs. In a matter of seconds, the Rottweiler had her reward, a burst of arousal soaking Tony's muzzle as she drank it up, eagerly rubbing her own womanhood with a free hand.

"You're not done yet, are you?" Ash teased, knowing full well that the other women still craved more. The scent of their need still lingered in the air and she was determined to satisfy them, especially her former master. "Tell you what. I have an idea. Tony, be a good girl and lie down, back to the floor. You get to use that masterful tongue on me as Roofus here helps pleasure you.

Tony was more than happy to obey, a strand of Roofus' release clinging to her dark lips as she pulled away, lowering herself to the floor. Ash took charge once more, lowering Roofus into place, snatch-to-snatch with the excited bitch below. Giving the obedient woman a kiss as she lowered her own slit to the hungry maw, Ash was happy to have such attentive subordinates, their need to please making her job so much easier. Her little lick to Roofus' nose was a poor choice as the Shiloh Shepherd's tongue snaked in, the sudden shudder of passion forcing her to bite her own tongue, a soft yip escaping as the Rottweiler returned the affection, eager licks sweeping to her cheek.

Tony's double D mounds made for excellent handholds, both women above groping as they kissed. Still, the border collie's desire to suckle only grew, her muzzle wandering down as her hands moved up, both focusing on the chest before her, Roofus more than willing to let her play. Perked and sensitive, the pink buds rolled between fingers and teeth, Ash's tail wagging as she moved in, lapping and sucking at the biggest breast.

The attention was nice, but Roofus needed more. She knew Tony did, too, her clawed fingers slipping between the two of them. Her ring and pinky digits invaded the Shepherd as a thumb worked within her own folds, the free fingers flicking at Tony's bean, the twitches of euphoria almost instant. Spurred on by the sudden pressure, Tony's endeavors intensified, the former human delving deep into her dog, her overwhelming desire to please her pet showing in her effort. Ash's body spasmed with joyous passion, her passage constricting around the invading muscle as her moan was stifled against the breast in her mouth.

With the two Doggo-turned women both savoring their own treats, Roofus was left to pant, her tongue lulled out against her commander's hair-fluff. Her paw continued to ream out the duo locked by her greedy fingers, though she desperately desired to please her captain. There was only one option left to her and she took it, nibbling on the floppy, black ear before her. She kept it soft, erotic. Roofus wasn't looking to dominate. She was looking to arouse, to play, and that is just what she did, the subtle pressure luring a squeal of joyous delight from Ash. It also started a chain reaction, the border collie nipping at the teat she had been working on, sending Roofus into a quiver of bliss. As she rocked upon her hand, driving it deep within herself, she did the same to Tony, the unsuspecting Shiloh moaning as her tongue pulled free, lapping past Ash's clit to sneak back inside and caress her walls. The stimulation worked, the woman-in-charge releasing her nectar, climaxing into her best-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world's muzzle. Tony squirmed to drink it in, her bouncy breasts wobbling as she twisted on the invading fingers, luring herself to an orgasm all her own. The movements and the fragrance sent Roofus over the edge, her chin sagging onto Ash for support as she finished herself off, another squirt mixing with Tony's as the womanly flow leaked down the flat-backed bitch's backside and puddled around her tail, the wagging appendage smearing it against the ship's floor.

All three women huffed for breath, savoring the excitement as they lingered inside each other, craving the closeness. It wasn't until Max and Justin returned that they finally freed themselves from their spell of ecstasy, sliding off and standing to greet the others of their unit, poor Tony coming out a sticky mess from the little romp. She didn't mind, though, licking her lips as she continued to savor Ash's flavor.

Ash smoothed out her black and white fur as she greeted the new arrivals with a wave. "Welcome everyone. Max, Justin, it looks like you've been busy!"

A motherly golden retriever with a massive set of milk-makers stepped forward, her sweet smile radiating as she spoke. "It's Justine now. I thought it would be more natural." Another delighted grin followed with a cute chuckle as she tilted her head, adorably moving over to lead the group of new breeders.

Maxfield Stanton, a petite yet powerful mound of fluff, saluted to her superior. The Bernese mountain dog retained a bit of her hotshot attitude as she spoke, though it had been toned down with her increased horniness, the sight of their orgy turning her on. "Looks like we missed a great time. Got us twelve more breeders to break in." Huffing with a bit of jealousy towards her former partner, she asked with lusty desperation, "Can we do it, please? We've worked so hard. Can we play, too? Please?"

Chuckling, Ash couldn't deny that they'd done better than she'd expected. "Break them in and get them ready. Take as long as you like, but do remember that we have an invasion to continue." Turning back to her lovers, she stated, "As for us, it's our turn to go out there and get some breeders." Looking to Roofus, she added, "You did say that if we fail, we'll be used to the breaking point, right? I'm not about to let that happen to Tony."

"Speaking of," added the Rottweiler, her undocked tail wagging as she planned to please her commander. "You'd better make a breeder tag for her. The station is right over here."

Following behind, Ash had to ask, "Breeder tag?"

"They're used to claim breeders," explained the old pro as she typed at the console, opening up a program with only two boxes to type in. "It tells the other Doggos that the breeder's been claimed. We're very big on respecting family. Usually the higher ranking individuals get first pick, then the scientists, then soldiers like us, and finally the utility classes get whatever's left. It's a pretty good system, though as a soldier, we do have a right to sneak a couple for ourselves. Perk of the job." Backing away, she invited Ash in to set up her breeder tag.

The border collie didn't like the situation, transforming humanity to be sex slaves for the invading canines, though if it was necessary to protect her Tony, she'd do whatever it took. "And it is necessary, right? To make the breeders?"

Nodding, Roofus explained, her voice confident and honest. "It is. Our race is dying out due to a severe lack of females. The only way to save ourselves is to make more breeders from other species. We've only tried a couple other worlds, but they weren't a good match. One was some green, four-armed race that gave the breeders green scaly-fluff and too many limbs. Another species turned into hairless versions of our kind, though they were completely unfertile. Your race is perfectly adaptable, able to change to our needs with ease. It's almost like our scientists had made the collars specifically for your world, it's that great a match."

The idea still didn't sit well with Ash, though their need to save their species was admirable. She understood it completely, having risked her own life to save her human. Though she failed to protect his humanity and his gender, Ash was determined to protect her sanctity from the invaders. Tony would be her breeder, her loyal companion. They'd remain together forever, just like they promised. Turning her attention to the panel, she made it a certainty. Speaking as she read and typed, Ash filled in the simple form. "Owner's Name: Ash. Breeder's Name: Tony." Before she hit enter, the name looked wrong. Felt wrong. That was his old life, their past. As a female, as a new being to be at her side, Tony deserved a name that fit her better. Toni. Submitting the form, a mechanical whir sounded, followed by a little clink as a silvery dog-bone nametag fell into a collection cup. Pulling it out, Ash delicately attached it to her friend, Toni wagging with sullied delight as she accepted the gift.

Closing out the program, Ash noticed something odd on the screen. "What's 'The Subspecies Initiative'?"

"Oh, that," exclaimed Roofus as he clicked it open to show her the details. "On planet Doggo, there were a couple of subspecies that were not as well-bred as the rest of us. Our science division thought it only fair to help expand their numbers as a side project, that way no one goes extinct. We have some special ammo to test after we established a strong foothold."

"Well," stated Ash with a sinister grin, "We'd better not disappoint." Turning off the console, she motioned for the Rottweiler to lead on. "Looks like there are two types of special collars and three of us. With the normal rounds, that's three for three. Gear us up and we'll go try it out."

Roofus wagged with eager glee, happy to be of service. "Ok! Follow me!" Ash did just that with Toni in the rear, the trio moving to one of the side rooms to stock up and head out. After a minute of arming up, they were ready, though the plan still didn't sit right with the new commander. It was almost as if she was betraying what she was, who she was. She'd been so loyal to the humans before. How could she betray them like this? The idea of transforming them like the Doggos did to Toni, it weighed heavily upon her soul. The only thing that kept her moving towards the door was the dainty muzzle of her former master panting beside her as they went out to save the species, therefor sparing Toni and herself from being used and abused as nothing more than sex slaves.

Reconnected to the grass and dirt of planet Earth, Ash's heart sank ever further, the mission nagging at her conscience. Are we doing the right thing? Dog darned it! The humans cared for me. How can I betray them? Toni... Toni, I'm sorry girl. I have to. I'm so sorry. Brushing away a tear with her white-furred wrist, she solidified her resolve. "Roofus. Earlier, you said you smelled other humans that fled. That was how you found us last time, right? Can you get the trail? We can't let anyone escape and warn the masses. It'll cause a panic and we'll be stopped before we ever begin."

"Yes, ma'am," the veteran stated as she stepped forward and sniffed, her extendo-grabber style collar gun at the ready. "There was another hyoomen trail that we took. One hyoomen that went to the bridge with a group joining them there. It's likely that one is the only other person to have seen our ship. Would you like me to track them?"

"Yes." She may not have liked the circumstances, but Ash was not about to fail again. If she was going to be the captain, she needed to act like it and do the job. Becoming a Doggo hero was the only way to ensure she kept her former human and there was no way she was going to let him, let her down again. Holding up her own two-pronged collar-thrower, Ash ordered, "Move out. We have some breeders to make."

***

We return to Riley, still covered in dirt as he finally makes it back to his apartment complex. His limp was almost gone when he barged through the front door, swinging it wide in his frantic rush and slamming it hard behind himself. The noise was so loud that his landlady popped her head out of her room, the old Asian glaring at his back as he darted up the stairwell. Normally she'd chew him out if he did something that disruptive, but he was far too panicked, so she just slunk back into her unit, the graying black hair fading as she closed herself in.

Up in the apartment at the top of the stairs sat Silvy and John, watching their horror movie and munching on popcorn. They were held in suspense as the monster stalked outside the house, watching the pair of potential victims as they sat on a couch eating a bowl of similarly popped kernels. Slowly, the camera panned around the windows, heading up to the porch. Everything grew still as it showed the loving couple as they remained oblivious to the danger lurking outside. Suddenly, the door flung open both in the movie and in real life, Silvy screaming as she launched the bowl of fluffy white into the air. John spun on his cushion, wheeling around with fists at the ready. The terrified duo glared at their dirty friend as he forced his way in, closing the door with an agitated slam.

It was Silvy, his twenty-two-year-old girlfriend who was the first to talk as she pushed up her thick, circular frames. "Don't do that! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

His roommate John was a year older than Silvy, though still a year behind him. Despite being two inches shorter than Riley, he was far blockier with muscle. John was the athlete of the group, riding on a football scholarship. He also happened to be African-American and watching a horror flick, so he made his disproval of stereotypes known. "Dude! You know better! It's always the black guy that dies first, so you can't just barge in like a murderer! Shit."

Their complaints barely even clicked as Riley huffed for breath, desperately trying to plan. He needed to pack for their evacuation. Food. Food was a priority. He darted to the little kitchen nook, rifling through the canned foodstuffs as he tried to manage an explanation, the two friends just blankly staring at the uncharacteristic actions. "Aliens. Invasion. Alien invasion!" He plunked a few cans on the counter before realizing he needed a bag or a backpack, his rush sending him scurrying for his room, forgetting the cans as he bolted.

As he tried to sprint behind the couch, a strong arm pulled him to a stop, the chiseled jaw of his roommate looking up at him. "Bro. Settle down. There's no such thing." Feeling the gunk against his hand, John let go, wiping the dirt onto his red 49ers shirt. He held out his hands in a disgusted shrug as he took in his friend's ragged state. "Dude... What happened to you? Looks like you fell down a hill or something."

Riley was having trouble slowing himself down, his words going a mile a minute as he desperately tried to fill in his friends on the impending danger. With his freedom restored, his arms flailed as he pointed to Golden Gate Park, his hands talking just as much as his mouth. "A giant Frisbee spaceship crashed down in the park. I barely survived and ran for my life. I think they're here to invade, so we have to go right now!" Again he tried to rush away, though Silvy stood in his path, her slender, short frame pinning him in place as her delicate hands worked to his scalp, checking for injuries.

"You were climbing on the rocks again, weren't you?" Her quizzical glance slowed Riley down as she scanned for signs of a concussion. "Lean down. How bad did you hit your head?"

John's laugh mixed with the little lady's snicker, both a frustrating lack of confidence in the man trying to save their lives. Taking a step back, Riley rustled his hair, dust drifting down as he vented his irritation. "I'm not making this up! Other people were there, too! It's probably on the news right now. I mean, come on! You both watch enough movies. It's always the guy who knows what's going on that everyone ignores. I'm that guy! I saw the damn spaceship! Please, we have to get out of the city!"

Silvy's raised eyebrow behind her coke-bottle frames told Riley that she still didn't believe him. John was the same, his attitude dismissing the outlandish claim. "Dude, just chill. Aliens are fiction. They don't exist." Leaning into the back of the couch, he flicked his wrist as he spoke, his demeanor just as insulting as his words. "How hard did you hit your head, anyways?"

Usually the voice of reason himself, Riley was growing red in the face, his irritation shifting into a creeping rage hidden just below the surface. His words turned to venom as he threw up his hands in defeat. "Fuck you guys. I saw what I saw. Either you can help me or you can get eaten like the fools in your stupid movie!"

A sudden knock at the door sent the bearded man flinching into a side table, knocking the decorations to the floor. John couldn't help but laugh at his friend's misfortune, only adding to the humiliation as he wiggled his fingers and made a spooky sound. "Oooooh, they've come to get you."

Riley was just about to tell him off when another wave of pounding interrupted, their landlady's voice none-too-pleased, her thick Asian accent piercing through the barrier. "You too loud. Your neighbors are complaining." That wasn't entirely true. The grumpy woman was in her mid-fifties and liked things her way, often doing random room checks to make sure her tenants were behaving. Riley's previous noise in the hall spurred her to listen in to the ruckus of his frantic planning. When she thought she knew what was going on, she made her presence known, her fist pounding like a hammer.

"She's not going away until you answer the door," stated John, his mouth curling into a smile. He knew his rattled roommate was about to try to get out of it, so he added, "It's your fault she's here, so you get to deal with her."

Groaning, Riley was still riding on adrenaline, his attempt at a sluggish sigh looking twitchy and spooked. Still, he complied, hurrying to the door to warn yet another person of the impending doom. However, as soon as it was cracked, the old, graying head poked in and looked around, her words more accusing than questioning. "You doing drugs? This a respectable apartment. You no do drugs here!" Taking a quick whiff of the man at the door, her mind was eased, though the chaotic nature of Riley still raised questions. "Why you yelling and banging?"

Given his chance to speak, the battered and dirty man opened the door to let the woman see that he had nothing to hide. "Ms. Chang, I was just trying to tell my roommates that we need to get out of here. Something bad is about to happen and they won't listen. Please, we need to go."

The old bird's stare was almost as scary as the spaceship, boring into his soul as she judged him. With a quick nod to the TV, she stated "You watch too many scary movies. Mess with your head. You go sleep it off... and keep it down." Nodding to herself as if she'd just imparted sagely wisdom, she watched as the characters in the movie fled their attacker, just about to get captured. Shaking her head, she added, "Rots your mind," as she turned to head back to her own apartment.

As soon as she'd looked away, the landlady reeled back in terror, a red collar latching around her throat as she fell over in fright. Horrified, Riley glanced down the stairwell, another collar whizzing by as he launched himself back into the room, thudding to the floor with his effort. As he rolled back to his feet, he frantically warned his friends, his voice a mix of startled terror. "Dog people! Alien dog women!" Bolting for his bedroom, he pulled at his girlfriend's arm, pleading with her to follow as he fled. To his dismay, John and Silvy were more concerned with the woman writhing in the hallway, trying to see what happened to Ms. Chang.

Still kneeling on the couch, the defensive back had the best view of the Doggo's latest victim, the old Asian pulling at the band as she cursed in Chinese. Two more voices rose from down the hall as Ash heckled Roofus for missing, but the trained veteran seemed confident that she'd fix that mistake. Their conversation barely registered as John's eyes were held in suspense, a curly tail growing out of his landlady's backside, her body turning younger as it sprouted a short tan and white coat. His trance was broken when she started to plead and pull down her leggings. "Help me! It so hot. I need..." Rolling on the ground, she lifted her blouse to expose six nipples, the new sets smaller than her first, though all seemed disturbingly youthful for such an old lady. Her torment turned to arousal as she started to crawl, her nose darkening as white overtook her cheeks. "I love you long time."

As soon as the transforming Akita-lady came into view, Silvy was more than happy to follow her boyfriend's lead. "Oh god! What is that?"

Before John could confirm their suspicions, two more Doggos pushed past the shifting victim, the Rottweiler lined up to redeem herself. With the pull of a trigger, another crimson collar was let loose, the silken band wrapping around the black neck. While it matched his shirt, the macho athlete was unimpressed, pulling at the binding loop. Despite his strength, it wouldn't budge, a strange tingle working into his body as he wrestled to pull the foul thing away. While he struggled, his friends gasped in fear. It was Riley that made the right choice, spinning Silvy around himself and shoving her into his bedroom. Ash fired at the fleeing humans, but it was too late. With frenzied vigor, Riley slammed the door behind them, just in time to harmlessly deflect the attack. Thinking on his feet, he locked them in and toppled his bookshelf to seal their escape.

John was pissed when his colleagues left him behind, the frustration of failing to free himself working into his voice. "Fuck you guys! See? It's always the black guy that dies first!" Groaning, he tried desperately to free himself, though it was no use, his mind starting to fog over as the tingle invaded every part of his being.

Moving further into the room, Roofus scouted the kitchen as Ash moved over to check the door handle. "They've locked it." She tried putting her weight into a slam, but her feminine frame did little to aid her.

Chuckling, the veteran Doggo ensured that the room was clear before returning her previous heckling. "Not so easy, is it?"

"Oh shush. Get over here and help me," ordered her commanding officer, the perky border collie unwilling to let the humans escape.

During the chaos, Toni helped the shifting Akita disrobe. Taking in her fluffing, short fur and lengthening face, the aroused Shiloh Shepherd moved her palm up the new Doggo's cleavage, cupping her upper breast before licking her muzzle. The pent-up former landlady was more than eager for the attention, her white-clawed fingers slipping down to fill her altered cavern. The bliss was quickly lost when Ash called for her loyal companion's help with the door, Ms. Chang left horny and alone. As her nose finished its push, her heightened senses picked up on another like herself, one just starting their transformation. She could smell the man and it made her wild, the curled tail swishing with delight as she headed for the couch.

John had spun back around, half hiding the Doggos from his sight and half trying to calm himself as his mind started to glaze over with thoughts of lust beating out his need to escape. As his hand slipped beneath his loose jeans to fondle his member, he tried desperately to talk himself out of succumbing to temptation. "Gotta fight it. Come on, man. You know how this works. If you give in, they get you. Don't..."

Any hope of prevailing over the change was lost when the revitalized Ms. Chang kneed up between his legs, her long, pink tongue panting with desire. "Shh shh shh. Let me help. I know what you need." Pulling down his pants and boxers revealed that he had already worked himself up, a fist pumping around his ample shaft. It was everything she wanted, but it wasn't going to last long, so she got right to work. Swatting his hand away with a sassy flick to the wrist, her muzzle engulfed the long member, the warm mouth skillfully suckling as her paws moved over his thighs. His moans of welcoming passion were enhanced by his transformation, a white fur starting at his crotch and chest. As the vigorous bitch sucked his manhood, her tongue lapped at his testicles, the hairy orbs shrinking as they retreated up into his body. John didn't even notice that they had vanished, his arms draped over the back of the couch as his own tongue grew out and flattened, panting with glee as the woman worked her magic.

The closer John came to orgasm, the faster his changes progressed, his dog-like toes curling above the floor. The man's left foot escaped the fabric around his ankles as he widened his legs so the bitch could have her way with him. He was so lost in ecstasy that he failed to realize his breasts were coming in, white fur carpeting them beneath his jersey. They swelled to enormous proportions as Ms. Chang played, her morsel starting its retreat. John remained oblivious, eyes closed and tongue to the side as his face pushed out, a moistening black nose tipping a wolf-like muzzle. His body continued to fur, the blacks and browns of an Alaskan Malamute overtaking his shrinking frame, his hips widening as ribs slendered into an athletic hourglass. It wasn't until a mostly canine slit formed between his legs that John finally opened her eyes, the former manhood nothing more than an engorged clitoris. John knew she should be freaked out, but her mind found it erotically stimulating, her hips grinding into the tongue as it invaded the new orifice. "Oh-OH DOG!" The newest bitch was in heaven, her thickening paws moving from the cloth to her enormous mounds.

As she spasmed in bliss, John's furry toes brushed into Ms. Chang's womanhood, the shutter of arousal causing her to nip at John's new clit. The sudden sensation forced out a heavy moan as the Akita positioned her nethers onto the Malamute's digits. Stopping long enough to speak, a drip of John's juices clung to Ms. Chang's lips as she stated, "You please me, I please you." John's stretching ears perked as she knew there was no other choice, her foot splitting the Asian wide, rubbing deeper as the Akita's tongue delved back in, her fangs scrapping once more. The newly turned Doggo couldn't take it, her flow oozing into Ms. Chang's masterful mouth, the woman drinking it up as she rocked against the thick toes, her need only growing. Now that she'd finished off her partner, it was time to refocus on herself, a spare hand moving down to aim the penetrating paw where she wanted. It didn't take long for the pent-up landlady to find release, her own orgasm soaking into the carpet as she rode it out, panting between her lover's legs, both Doggos spent and happy to revel in their afterglow.

Trapped inside his bedroom, Riley was trying to keep his cool as his girlfriend fell apart, her tears flowing with the terrifying reality that her lover wasn't insane. Aliens did exist and they were taking over. They had no escape. It was only a matter of time before the creatures got them too. Silvy's blank, teary-eyed stare spoke volumes as Riley tried to come up with a plan. "Fire escape!" Leaping across his bed, he looked out the window, audibly wincing as he realized that John's room had the ladder, not his. "Damn!"

"I don't want to die," whimpered the part-Latino bookworm as she wept into her hands. In her woe, her knees buckled, just in time for Riley to help her down. "It's not supposed to end like this, you know?" Her puppy-dog gaze behind the coke-bottle frames relit her boyfriend's desire to save her as she continued to share her despair. "I'm top of my class. I was supposed to go on and be something. A doctor. A scientist. I was going to make the world a better place." Her soft sobbing choked off the words as she gave in to regret.

Riley wasn't so easily defeated. "We're not going to die here... Or get captured by some intergalactic dog things." In hopes of comforting his love, the big man locked his hands on the dainty damsel's shoulders, holding tight to ease her back into the moment. Hushing to a whisper, he shared his plan with her. "I'm going to open the window, make it seem like we jumped out. You hide under the bed and I'll take the closet. They'll think we got away." With a half-hearted smile, he tried to sell the lie. He knew that hiders usually ended up as easy targets in the movies she loved, but it was the best he had to keep them safe.

"Alright," came the weak reply as Silvy dried her eyes. She knew it wasn't a great plan, but it was more productive than she'd been. A sudden wave of guilt weighed on her as her boyfriend had to play the hero while she just moped. It was short lived as a heavy thump rang through the bedroom, the Doggos trying to break their way in. Silvy's girlish scream was instantly muffled as she brought both hands up to silence herself. It was the screamers that always died, and she wasn't going to be a victim. Instead, she calmed her nerves and squirmed below the bed, her tiny body the perfect fit.

Riley made sure to shift the covers to better hide his future fiance. As he worked, he made himself a promise. If we make it through this... Silvy, I swear I'll finally propose to you. I'm not going to let anything keep us apart. I won't! Before he knew it, he had her hand within his own, his thumb caressing her smooth skin as he held up the sheets, their eyes lovingly locked as he made his silent vow to protect her. Before he could crouch down for a kiss, another slam sounded, this time with more force. The door held, but just barely, telling Riley that it was time to go. A quick smooch to the back of the lady's hand was all he had time for before he rushed to the closet and took up a spot behind his dress clothes. There they both waited silently as the crashing grew bolder.

Roofus had joined Ash in slamming against the door, the power of the two women starting to make a little progress. By the time Toni had finally joined them, the wood around the latch was already splintering. The Shiloh Shepherd didn't have room to aid the others, her question seeming adorably confused, almost ditsy as she held a finger to her lips. "What can I do, Captain?"

The title caught Ash off-guard as she was in mid-bash, her focus lost for just a moment. The distraction was enough to bruise her shoulder with the poorly landed blow. Despite the wince, her voice turned sweet, almost apologetic as she stated, "Please, Toni. You can call me Ash. You will always be my master, even if I am your commanding officer." The sentiment got Toni's tail wagging as her former pet showed how much she still cared. The cute confusion turned to bubbly cheer as she waited for her orders, Ash's ears perking with joy as she watched the eagerness in her best friend. "Toni, I'd like you to load two of the guns with the new collars. A different kind in each one." Directing her focus back to the professional, she knew Roofus would understand. "Check your shots. Only fire if it's clear. I don't want us wasting a single one of the subspecies collars."

In unison, her subordinates cheered back, "Yes ma'am!" It pleased their leader, the border collie wagging with glee as the heart-wrenching task seemed just a little more bearable. Their support drove her on, the renewed vigor aiding in the next push. It was exactly what they needed, the frame shattering to give them access. It was just a matter of muscling past the bookshelf and they were in. While Ash and Roofus did just that, Toni had loaded a cartridge of pink bands into her launcher and one of silvery gray into Roofus'. As soon as the gap was large enough, the Shepherd handed up a locked-and-loaded weapon to the veteran Rottweiler who charged in to take point. Seeing nobody in sight, she waved them in, Ash hot on her heels as Toni covered the rear, giving a longing glance over to the horny hounds on the couch as she turned her focus back to the mission.

"Clear," stated Roofus as she moved to look out the window, her glare skeptical as she sniffed.

Ash wasn't sure what to make of it. The window was open, so they must have gotten away, though there was a strong scent in the room. She was sure it was just the human's bedroom, after all, back when Toni was a human, 'his' bedroom had reeked of his fragrance. Still, she had a specialist and was more than willing to trust Roofus' judgement. "Did they get away?"

Another long whiff drew the brown muzzle closer to the bed, Roofus silently pointing down to the mattress. She continued with her hand signs, waving her thumb between the captain and herself, and then clasping her palms. Ash knew in an instant that the former commander wanted the two of them to snag the hiding human. The plan was confirmed when two fingers directed themselves to Toni, the Shiloh Shepherd's nod mimicking the Rottweiler's. With a quick countdown, the two capturers flipped the frame to the wall, both rapidly snatching up the screaming woman below. The frightened protests did nothing to stop the attackers, her struggling doing little to stop Toni as the pink collar wrapped around Silvy's neck, her arms held to keep her from pulling at it.

Riley was helpless from his hiding spot. He wanted to rush out and fight them off, his fists quivering for a fight. He may have been a pacifist, but seeing what they were doing to the love of his life tore at his soul. He knew he needed to stay put, but he wanted to rush out and save her. It took every bit of his self-control to restrain himself, the man sure he'd get a chance to swoop in later.

Unfortunately, Riley was very wrong. Silvy could already feel a tingle invading her body, the collar working to change her into one of them. The Doggos didn't know what to expect with her metamorphosis, but it seemed to work fast, the human already moaning lustily. Silvy could feel the heat set in, her nethers aching for something, anything to fill them. It was the most powerful sensation she'd ever felt before, her hands desperate to sate it. "Please," she whimpered with seductive intent, "Please, I need release. It's so warm. So empty. If you're not going to help, then please. Please let me go. I'm begging you!" As she fought for freedom, the tiny woman twisted her legs, desperately trying to stimulate herself with the pressure and friction of even the smallest movements.

Toni felt bad for the captive, ready to get down on her knees and lap into the lady's folds, but Ash quickly stopped her. "No. Roofus, let her go. This is a test, right? We need to not interfere. It's the only way to get accurate data." All three Doggos stepped back, giving the impassioned woman some space to play. Silvy's face had already started to change, her nose thinning and pushing out into something canine as her sexual drive only grew. It was frustrating watching all of the others back away, so she opted for the first thing she could find. The knob at the foot of the bedframe wasn't ideal, but it was wide and firm, everything her body craved. The initial touch was frigid to her unprotected womanhood, though black fur quickly filled in, moving up her torso and stopping just under her breasts. The warmth it gave protected her as she rode the post, rocking her hips as her juices slickened the surface. She quickly took the girth within her body, her womanhood already shifted to something a little more canine. With each plunge, her breasts swelled as they bounced. Initially a tiny B, her bust inflated rapidly, the extra weight seductive in its own right. While her natural pair grew to a voluptuous double D, six more nipples formed below, progressively getting smaller as they went down. Ash no longer had a claim to most endowed, her eight breasts only half as perky as the woman before her. White fur flooded over Silvy's top two sets as the lower four puffed up within the black, her hips rounding out as a gray fuzz took over. A similar gray crept over her face, starting at the bridge of her blackened nose and working back to her cheeks and forehead. White filtered past the skin, coating the sides of her foxy muzzle and chin, syncing up with the fluff on her chest. Black and tan moved over her cheeks as her triangular ears grew out, the points perking as she screamed out her first orgasm, the knob leaking with her fluids as she kept going, greedy for round two.

Her horniness spurred her on, head thrown back as her glasses fell to the floor, one lens cracking on impact. The carpeting white engulfed her digits as they invaded her, the thickening pads of her fingers aiding the bedframe as her sharpening toe-claws dug into the floor, desperate for extra leverage. Beyond the white, tan set in over her wrists and her elongating ankles, the toes puffing up to better support her seductive frame. Black fur finished off the last bits of her humanity, linking her limbs to her body and forcing away any visible skin. It was obvious now what she was, her foxy little nose markings showing the group that she'd become a cross fox. All that remained was her tail as she bucked again, her second climax stronger than the first. This time her body heaved forward, almost presenting to her hidden boyfriend as she moaned with desperate need, the thick nub still embedded within her. Silvy moved her body as if she was taking a big man from behind, each shift of her body bringing out another sexy squeal as something slid out of her spine and furred over, gray on top to black to brown below with a fluffy white tip. The strange appendage wagged before raising up to indicate her interest to the hidden Riley.

Now fully changed, she ached for the final release, her left leg slipping onto the bed as she angled her body, driving the knob deep as she continued her vigorous thrusts. Her pink-padded palms moved with erotic intent, her mind knowing exactly what to do. One slid over her swollen breasts, rubbing at the perky nipples as the other slipped between the mounds, descending to her needy clit. As her fingers invaded, the pressure was maddening, exactly what she needed. Stretched tight, her body gave way to her greatest orgasm yet, her endowed form squirming atop her plaything, her nectar leaking down the post as well as the fur of her inner thigh. Spent and woozy with bliss, the humanoid cross fox was finally sated and ready to serve her new masters, her gaze both submissive and hungry for more.

Toni was starting to get wet with her own desire having watched the show, her words dripping with desire. "Foxy."

Roofus knew exactly what the new woman was supposed to be. "What a sexy Foxxo. Orange fur is far more common, but this one's pretty, too."

Erotically, the Foxxo temptress bent down to pick up her glasses, hands slowly smoothing down her legs as she went. She really wanted Riley inside her, though somewhere deep down she knew she had to protect him. It was a terrible struggle that only made her ache even more for him. Still, she fought it, putting on the lenses. Much to her surprise, they didn't help. They made the world blurry and one of the thick bits of glass was far too cracked to be of any use. Still, she liked the feel of her frames, the sliver of normality it gave her, so she popped the useless lenses out, keeping the frames to finish off her "Lusty Librarian" look, the thick tail swaying at the sensual thought.

"And now for the male," stated Ash as she moved to the closet. Pulling it open, she grinned at the horror upon the man's face.

Riley was still reeling from what they had done to his future fiance. The thing they had made her was more animal than woman, a horrifying creature of nightmare. Still, he loved the lady within, his eyes longing for what they had. His glare shifted, landing on the border collie that seemed to know exactly where he had been hiding. "There's no way! No way you could find me like that." This was part of why he hated horror movies. The monsters were always pulling cheap stunts like this with no rhyme or reason.

"Actually," gloated the black and white Doggo, "I could hear you gasping as you watched the show. It sounded like you weren't enjoying it as much as these two were." Motioning to her comrades, Toni wagged with an adorable head tilt as Roofus rubbed her neck with nervous guilt. Grinning to their next victim, the commander added, "Don't worry. It's not so bad." Leaning down, she caressed his cheek with a single, seductive finger. "Who knows. You may even enjoy it. The rest of your friends did."

Riley's disgusted stare was shattered as Roofus fired off a round, the silvery cord latching around the man's throat. He'd let his guard down. He'd failed to protect himself and his love. As the sensations invaded his body, so too did his frustration. Had he only convinced everyone of the danger. If he'd only moved a little faster. He could have saved them all. He had failed. It was all his fault.

Unlike the others who were wrapped in a dulling bliss, Riley felt warm, an itchy heat spreading over his body. The nagging irritation grew into pain, a fire under his skin. Between the pain of the collar and the guilt of his failings, the man let out a blood-curdling scream, his fingers clawing at his chest even before his wicked white claws started to grow in. The ivory daggers shredded his shirt and drew blood from his pecs, the wounds healing almost as fast as they were made. His feet ached as the claws tore open his shoes, the thickening digits forcing their way out. "GRAH-AHHHHH!" Riley's bloodied fingers thickened as he grabbed onto his skull, the intense agony seeming to split it open. The man tried to stand, his altered feet almost finished and dropping him to his knees. Red, triangular runes seared into his flesh, glowing brightly on his hips and exposed shoulders. A pair of similar runes formed under each eyes, the fiery orbs turned deadly red as they opened, a snarl taking over his sharpening maw.

The pressure of his clothing grew unbearable, the enraged half-beast shredding his shorts and freeing himself from the last of his clothes. Another primal roar rocked the room as Riley took a swing at Ash, his claws falling just a few inches short as she dodged. His words were throaty and vicious as he growled, "Monsters. I'll kill you. I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Before he could take another swing at their captain, Toni and Roofus each took an arm, desperately trying to restrain the maddened savage. They seemed to have the upper hand... that is until Riley's muscles started to bulge. His arms and legs strengthened as fur overtook his chest. That wasn't the only thing that grew in, two more pairs of nipples perking in as the upper set mounded over his powerful pecs. It only took a moment, but the man suddenly exploded with power, a swing of his arm launching Roofus to the wall. She hit with a solid thud, cracking the plaster as she slumped to the ground. Toni would have been next, but the skull-splitting headache returned, the beast pushing the bubbly woman into the closet as he grasped his head, the ferocious fangs pushing his face into a wolf-like muzzle. His nose lifted into a dampening black snout as he roared in agony, his breasts bouncing into their final size, a healthy C-cup. They were the same ample softness as Ash and Roofus', though they hid a savage power that desired their blood.

Huffing with pain-fueled rage, Riley gave another monstrous roar as light brown fur covered his chest, a darker shade moving into his cheeks, shoulders, and hips. Black filled his mane and spine as his ears set into points, his digits now stiff with fury as his bloodthirsty gaze set upon Ash once more. Riley would have attacked, though the crick in his spine dropped him down once more, his tail snaking out and fluffing, pricked like his hackles with searing hatred. Through this ordeal, he'd gained a half foot of height and significant mass, his appearance that of a brutish werewolf. His frame was that of a powerful Amazonian woman, though he still had what made him a man. Despite the animalistic anger, there was a noticeable whine as he felt it leave, the strong rod shriveling into something feminine, a black fuzz covering her new womanhood. That sent the freshly turned werewoman over the edge, the bloodlust taking full control of her mind. All she wanted was to kill those that had wronged her, consequences be damned.

Silvy had been watching in terror up until the murder entered her lover's eyes. She knew him, well her, to be a good man, one of calm serenity. This new look shook her to her core. She knew she had to save what remained of her boyfriend and she had to hurry. "Riley, please. Don't do it!" The monster only roared with fury and started its lunge, powerful fangs bearing down on Ash. Silvy tried to step in the way, hoping to sooth the savagery, though she was simply knocked to the side like a doll. Ash just barely missed the bite, though a mighty arm swept up, binding around her shoulder. The captain cried out in distress as the werewolf started crushing the arm, her companions rallying to save her. Toni was swatted to the side as she moved in, though she distracted the creature just long enough. Roofus used her ploy to blindside the beast, punching it in the face and staggering her opponent. Riley was forced to release Ash, but Roofus took a backhand to the muzzle, crashing into the bookshelf by the doorway. There was no way she could get up in time to save Ash, though she tried frantically.

Meanwhile, Silvy had managed to regain her footing, staring at her lover's eyes. The rage that seethed inside was nothing she'd ever seen before and it made her weep. She just wanted her partner back. She just wanted Riley. Again the monster made a lunge for Ash, but this time the border collie was prepared. Flipping the mattress in the way, the brute clawed at it, gashing the bottom open and tossing it aside. Left with nowhere to go, Ash was at a loss, her life close to its end. As the predator readied itself to devour its prey, the busty cross fox wrapped around the barbarian's torso, the bright blue eyes meeting with her werewolf's red. There was a deep sadness in there that flinched the mound of muscle, though massive claws still bore down, poking into Silvy's shoulders. The smaller woman didn't scream. She barely even flinched. The sadness only deepened as tears streamed, her face digging into the beast's chest. "Please, don't do it. I still need you, Riley!" A sudden solemn yet mournful calm overtook her as she drove her face in deeper. "You'll always be my dork, you dork."

The massive werewolf shuddered, her hatred giving way to fear. The claws trembled as they withdrew, drops of her girlfriends blood staining the tips. A paw quickly went up to soften the retreating headache, the fog of her mind clearing as her orangey-red runes faded with the rage. Another ragged breath helped stabilize the werewolf as she tried to talk, her words raspy and feral. "You're the dork... dork." It took another moment for the she-beast to gather herself, the vixen's hug growing tighter as Riley recognized her. The monster sagged into the hug, resting her wolfen jaw on Silvy's black hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. You know I love you, Silvy."

The rest of the group tried to remain soft spoken and cautious as not to anger the berserker again, though Toni couldn't contain her excitement. "So, we just made a werewolf. Like, a real life werewolf. How cool is that?"

"Actually," wheezed Roofus as Ash helped her back to her feet, "that is a Wuff. They are big, mean, and can be some of the wildest things in bed... if you can survive long enough."

"Death by snu snu," joked Toni, remembering back to a cartoon she'd loved as a kid.

Grinning, the old veteran gave a thumbs-up to the former human. "That's how I want to go. With a smile on my muzzle and my penis... A penis inside me."

Ash couldn't help but laugh at her handiwork. Roofus deserved what she got. After all, she was the one who turned her former master. It was only fitting that Ash be the one to make her a "her".

Riley's voice broke up the moment as she seemed to demand attention. "I'm still not happy. I... need something. My insides feel weird. Hot. Like I need something inside me."

With a smile on her muzzle, the vixen worked her hands up the monster's hips, sweeping against the sides of her muscular breasts. "I have an idea. How about we do that thing you like so much? I bet you'll love it even more as a woman."

Her sultry wink enticed the Amazonian. "You mean sixty nine? I love sixty nine!" Thinking it over, the brute suddenly knew what she needed. "Sex! My body needs to be pleased." Seemingly happy to finally understand, Riley gave the little fox a big and loving lick of affection, eager to do the deed.

The simple-minded nature of the beast amused Silvy to no end. "Yes, sixty nine. You and me. Maybe all of us, if you all like." With a wink and a lusty lick, she offered herself to the group.

The trio loved the idea, Ash setting them on course. "Sounds good to me. We have two more in the living room. Maybe we can get this bed back in order or something."

Standing behind Silvy with arms draped around her protectively, the werewolf snarled in her defense. "Silvy's mine! She's not for anyone else!" The cross fox reached up to scratch the wolf's ear, calming her into wagging. "Unless she agrees. Then I can share." The growl returned only for a moment as she spoke before being pacified once more. "Only if she agrees."

Taking one of the massive paws, Silvy led her partner to the bookshelf, directing her to clear the path. As the wolf worked, she smiled to the others, her sweetness edged with need. "I'd love to show what I can do. As long as Riley says it's alright, I want to feel you all out. This new physiology is quite needy. I think it'll take a few rounds to satisfy me." Walking through the cleared opening, she used her tail to entice the savage, her fur drawn under her lover's chin. With a point to John's room, she advised, "He had the bigger bed anyways. Sorry, she. Pretty sure she won't mind. I mean these collars increase sex drive, right? Pretty sure we all want the same thing."

Ash seemed impressed by the brainy bitch. "Foxxos are pretty smart, huh?" Roofus nodded with a smile while Ash waved her new Doggos over. "Who wants a little loving?" Pretty much the entire room started wagging with delight as they all perked to attention, the group following Silvy into the former football star's man-cave. With so many, Ash was at a loss as to where to begin. All she knew it that she wanted Toni and she knew Toni wanted her. That said, she figured the subspecies would be a good match and the rest would fall into place.

Much to her surprise, the new Foxxo's transformation had not only made her smarter, it also gave her insight into the nature of erotica. While Silvy wanted to be dominated, she also wanted everyone to have the time of their lives, so she set herself up in the center stage, presenting on the bed. Her display was quickly ravaged as Riley flipped her on her back and spun her about, the horny thug cheering out "you're mine," as her tongue slipped into the fox's folds. The massive muscle was exactly what Silvy wanted, her own fingers parting the gateway to her partner's lady-bits. With masterful precision, she started her delve into the wolf's cavern, lapping at the exposed labia.

The rest of the group watched in awe as the werewolf ate her meal, rump held proudly as she kneeled on the bed. Ash was starting to long for some action of her own as Ms. Chang and Toni started fingering themselves, both women itching for a little action of their own. Roofus seemed to be admiring the subspecies with a mix of pride and longing, though it was John who made the first noise, a whimper of need as her new body ached for release. "Can I, like, join in?"

Riley's head moved with predatory precision as she looked over her shoulder to the former bro. Her eyes held a savage intent that made the ditsy malamute shudder with hesitation. A gentle growl built in the beast's throat before she replied, her words accusing and gruff. "You made this happen because you didn't believe me!" Her snarl came out as more an order than a warning as she stated, "You can kiss my ass."

John's fur stood on end as she stepped slowly closer, taking the words literally. She desperately wanted to join in, but she also didn't want to piss her roommate off any more than she already had been, especially now that she was so intimidatingly muscular. Fortunately for the Alaskan malamute, Riley redoubled her efforts to please her mate, deep strokes invading the tasty orifice. John took advantage of the distraction, hands gently resting on the brawny buttocks. She was hesitant to take a lick of the prominent hole, but the fear of the savage presence before her forced a taste, a quick lick over the anus. Another lap ringed the pink, though John desperately desired something lower. Each new stroke migrated down, slipping through the dark fluff until her tongue met with Silvy's. The vixen seemed pleased with the connection, stopping her invasion to give the newcomer a kiss. Riley's beastly grunt flinched John, though Silvy just rocked her hips and wiggled forward, head slipping over the edge of the bed. Hooking her thumb inside the big brute, the dainty hand lifted the wolf's rear, forcing the monster to present herself to the horny hound. Greedily, John joined in the party, diving nose deep into Riley as she savored the moist slit. While her mouth was busy, the Doggo's nethers were fair game, the cross fox wrapping an arm around John to pull her in as Silvy's maw got to work. A gentle nip of the nub shuddered the dog just enough to let her sneak in, the three locked in a playful tasting.

"So," stated Ash, ready to have some fun of her own. "Toni. Have anything you'd like to try? The three of us had might as well break in this new bitch." Her wink to the Akita received a sassy smirk as Ms. Chang eagerly agreed.

"Well," stated the Shiloh Shepherd with a shy self-consciousness, "I've always wondered how girls... you know..." Taking her fingers, she made two sets of scissors and interlocked them, blushing at the lewd gesture.

Ms. Chang seemed to know in an instant, the Asian beauty jumping onto the bed, pointy ears to the headboard. Spreading her legs to expose herself, she motioned for Toni to join her. "You want scissoring? I show you how. Come. I teach." While she waited for her nervous partner to join her, the Akita turned her attention to the wolf on her left. She was unaware of the rage this creature could produce, so she calmly petted the exposed cheek of the hungry animal. "Such a pretty thing you are," she cooed, working her fingers into the fluff.

Riley slowed her advance as she received her attention, the monster wagging with glee as she savored the kindness. Toni on the other hand was happy to keep her face away from the gleaming fangs of the predatory Wuff. The Shepherd scooted in from the back of the bed, Ms. Chang helping the novice position herself until the bitches were nub-to-nub, the Doggos huffing with pleasure as their buds slid against one another. Freed from her trance, Riley dug back in, a thick thumb-pad moving up to stroke Silvy's clit. The sudden stimulation made the vixen squeal with delight, a tiny orgasm giving the werewolf something to drink up.

Finally in position, the Asian made Toni's fantasy come true. It was a team effort, but both women worked their bodies, grinding their genitals together. At first it was a little awkward, their womanly lips smearing against one another, though it quickly took shape, their sensitive bits bobbing together. As soon as the pair had it figured out, Ash added herself in and motioned for Roofus to do the same. With Toni so close to the foot of the bed, Ash pulled her friend's muzzle into her snatch, the commanding officer focusing on the massive breasts before her. The border collie learned early on that she had a thing for titties and Toni's were the perfect sets. Arching her back, Ash swept her tongue between the lower pair and then latched on, sucking and playing as Toni's mouth filled up her void.

On the other side of the bed, Roofus stood longingly. She wanted in, but wasn't sure how to go about it. Fortunately, the dirty old woman was ready for her, too. "You, black dog. Squat on my face. I please you while you do us both." The idea of a sexy threesome spoke to the former male as she complied, using the bedframe to get into position. The Rottweiler panted in delight as she went down, the Akita's short muzzle parting her folds as Roofus worked her way forward. Her body was already tense for release as the landlady worked her magic, fingers sneaking in to aid her. The ecstasy Roofus felt translated well into her own actions, the damp nose rooting around between the two beans. As the Doggos below her twitched from the sudden chill, the Rottweiler switched it up, suckling at the exposed bits. She tried to get them both, working the sensitive buds against her teeth as she played.

Ash could smell the orgasms of the trio beside her, each woman lapping up the necter of the other. Their moans and squirms only made her that much more determined as she rolled the teat against her teeth. Toni had taken to stroking Ash's buttocks as she invaded her former pet's sanctity. In turn, the border collie moved a playful paw upward, hooking it within her captive. Roofus licked at the obstructing finger, wrapping around to keep both her women happy. As the interlocking duo squirmed with bliss, Roofus followed her captian's play, sweeping two digits into the Asian as the Rottweiler sucked Ash's finger, her tongue dipping down to tease Toni. The tightness only took a moment to work its magic, the women climaxing one by one, the tensing of their muscles only spurring on the others.

The orgy left the bedsheets soaked, all the bitches huffing with spent elation. It was a while before any of them could move, though Ash broke up the party, stating how they had to regroup. Roofus agreed, so the contingent of orgasm-riddled Doggos made their way back, dripping with the delight of their fornication.

Once back in the confines of Golden Gate Park, the battalion was surprised to find more ships, various colored massive Frisbees littering the park. In the grass writhed bodies, males interlocked with breeders as others prepared their gear for various missions. It wasn't long before they found Maxfield, a Doberman buried deep inside her with a Dalmatian warming up in her mouth. The hotshot Bernese mountain dog pulled free of the penis before her, a line of cum smearing over her nose as the Dalmatian released his load, her retreat everything he needed to finish. Max didn't let that stop her as she was pounded from behind, the rookie yelling over to her commander, "They got here fifteen minutes ago-ho. The higher-ups sounded pleased with your progress, Captain." Huffing as the Doberman sped up his pace, Maxfield tried to remain slightly professional. "Oh dog! Red rocket-ship. Red ship. Over there. They, ohhh. They want to see you. I'll catch uHH! OH DOG, YES!"

Leaving her subordinate to her orgasm, Ash directed Toni and Roofus to join her, the rest of the women migrating to the unoccupied males. They could have their fun since Ash had work to do. This was her chance to claim her prize. This was her chance to keep Toni by her side.

And with that, this tale of tails is done. I've won my freedom and will be taking my leave. Wait... No. NO! You promised! You said I could go free! Not that! Not th-ack! I did what you said! I did what you asked! My... oh... my head. I was supposed to be free. Ooh, wow. You're looking pretty good. You know what? I think I'm free for a little doggy style. Come here big boy!