A Loyal Lover
Aisling awoke one morning face to face with a prestigiously hairy dog. Its fur was a particular color of red, and the sad eyes were an immediately recognizable orange. "Ceallach?" she said softly.
The dog whined and tucked his head back. She sat up and put her hands on the sides of his face. "Oh...what happened to you?"
He looked up without a sound, an apology in his gaze. She looked at him for a moment, then put her arms around him in a hug. "Don't worry. You'll get better, I know you will."
Ceallach barked and tried to put his paws around her to return the hug. Aisling pulled him closer so he could hold her sides.
"So don't worry..."
Ceallach's hair (or was it fur now?) trailed a little bit behind him as he shuffled about, but not enough for it to mat simply by moving around. It was longest on his torso, tail, and right around his paws - thankfully, the fur on his face was short enough that it did not get into his mouth or eyes. His ears were always a little bit flopped, which was incredibly adorable, but Aisling did not mention it in case it would embarrass him.
His hair was much easier to brush now. She would run the brush over his body and laugh at his wagging tail and ears. Other than the lack of speech and difficulty managing the stairs at first, he seemed quite content as a dog. Just in case he wasn't, she hugged him a lot and helped him whenever he needed something, like a scratch or a treat. She knew if she had been the one to turn into a dog, he would quietly spoil her as much as she was spoiling him.
Other than the obvious physical differences, their daily doings did not change very much. They still wrestled, still napped together, still watched the sea out the window. And, most importantly, she still read to him. He was a bit smaller than he was before, but he could still curl around her or she could lie on top of him. She read out of the book he was trying to finish, then moved on to some old favorites to pass the time.
The days passed. Every day, Ceallach would lay his head a little closer to her lap, until finally Aisling scooped his head up and placed it on her knee, laughing lightly. "There."
His eyes brightened and he thumped his tail in glee.
The tower was lonely. This was most painful in her dreams.
Dreams of being loved -- loved to -- something frightening and new and something that made her body move, want. There were stories and books with passages and descriptions of the act, academic or romantic, but none of them captured the feeling of fear and confusion that came after she woke up. Many times she wept upon waking.
She had been free of the dreams for a time, but this night they came back with a force that shook her. She buried her face into her pillow and tried not to scream. She squeezed her legs together so tightly they hurt, but could not capture or hang on to that feeling.
She was so busy concentrating on the fading sensation that she yelped when she felt another body jump up on the bed. There was a moment of absolute silence, then a thin whine. She turned around. Ceallach was laying very flat some distance away from her.
"Please," Aisling held out her arms. "Nearby..."
Ceallach got up quietly and curled up in her grasp. She hung on to him the rest of the night, and the nights afterward.
Aisling did not tell him about the dreams. She did not tell him that out of all the dream men that loved her, he was the one who loved her the sweetest, the one that she felt safest with. It was still distressing to know that he was capable of such passion, or that her mind told her he could, but after a dream with him she would wake without the same fear and shame the others stirred in her. And then she would hug him closer to her and wonder.
One day he had a book in his mouth. He bobbed his head as if presenting it to her.
"Do you want me to read this?"
He wagged his tail.
She sat against her bed and waited for him to put his head on her lap. He circled around her and had a seat behind her instead. She smiled back at him and opened the book to the first page.
Ceallach whined and pawed some of the pages. "Further on?" Aisling asked. He nodded. She flipped to a marked page.
"'I can't wait any longer,' she sighs, resting her head on his shoulder. 'Let us be man and woman for tonight...'
He smiles and runs his hand down her back, down to her thigh, lifting her leg towards him. 'Must it only be for tonight?' he purrs in her ear..."
The familiar, strange feeling crept up Aisling's lower belly. She shifted in an attempt to make it easier to ignore. She felt a cool nose at her arm and glanced at Ceallach. He had a friendly smile in his gaze. She swallowed and continued.
"'Oh, always, please,' she moans, pressing up against him. 'Take me, take me now...'
He pushes her down onto the bed, plants kisses down her neck, and...nibbles at her nipples. She strokes his chest, moving downwards, until she takes a hold of..." Aisling closed the book and shook her head to get rid of the heat and sting in her cheeks. "Ceallach, I can't...I can't keep reading..." She dropped the book and covered her face with her hands so he wouldn't see how red she felt.
Ceallach whined and licked one of her hands. She peered through the cracks in her fingers to look at him. His expression was filled with understanding and guilt...and something else, something intense, that she couldn't identify. She cupped his face just under his ears. "Maybe...maybe later. Not now though."
He pulled his head down to drop her hands and her gaze. Then she caught a glimpse of something of a different kind of red between his legs, just above his finely haired testicles. It was the color of muscle, almost pink, and a little pointed. She jerked her hands back and pulled away. "Ceallach...!"
His eyes welled up with such sadness that they looked about to overflow. He got up and walked slowly next to her so that he was by her side again and gently nosed her neck. She allowed this hesitantly, bringing up a hand to rest on his head. He continued to nuzzle her, moving downwards so that he had his nose to her chest. He paused and looked up at her again.
She swallowed, grateful for this pause to allow her time to gather her senses. She had no idea what the manhood of a dog looked like, and only had a faint idea of what a human's was supposed to be, but she was sure that pointed pinkness she had seen before - it was still there, poking out of the little pocket of fur between his legs - was his arousal. He seemed to want her...and now, mismatched forms be damned. That thought made her belly and that spot between her own legs ignite with sensation, and she shifted again. "Ceallach, you...want to..." she could not utter the words 'make love' - it seemed too much to ask for such an intimate act - "...mate with me?"
He nodded, rubbing against one of her breasts and brushing a hardening nipple. She held back a squeak, then wrapped her arms around his neck. "I...I want to mate with you too. Even like this."
He tensed, and she pulled back to see that the stiff length between is legs was growing in size and girth. He pushed into her so that his body was leaning against hers and licked her lips slowly. Warmth spread from her belly all over her body, and she shuddered, making a soft, shy noise. His breath was hot on her face but did not smell unpleasant. She held his head, tenderly stroking his ears, and kissed his nose. Then she put her lips against his in an imitation of a kiss. His tongue darted out quickly to graze her lips again, but he didn't force himself into her mouth.
Ceallach stepped back, his tail wagging in huge, quick arcs. Aisling tried to sit up, but he pushed his head between her legs, nosing her crotch happily. She couldn't keep her yelp of surprise and unexpected pleasure in. He applied gentle pressure in a little circle, pushing her folds around in a way that made her want to go limp. "Wait, Ceallach. Please, give me some room," she said. He looked up and tucked his head. She sat up and took a few steadying breaths, then began to undo the fastenings on her clothing. He jumped up on his hind legs and barked joyfully, the tip of his shaft beading with liquid.
She was hot but her nipples were hard as if she was cold and it was all very frightening and happening right now and she couldn't stop shaking. She pulled off her shirt, discarded her dress, rolled down her leggings, but hesitated at her panties. She knew if she wanted to be properly mated that it would have to go eventually, but she couldn't muster up the courage to take if off at that moment.
"Okay," she said, nearly breathless. She was very aware of her breasts and their little bounce when she turned back to him. His expression was quite appreciative. He did not pounce her like before, but stepped slowly and deliberately to her, waiting until she reclined against the bed before running his tongue slowly around the flesh of her right breast. She sighed at this warm, wet contact, then purred as he got closer and closer to her nipple. She gasped when he gently held onto it with his teeth, running his tongue over it in slow strokes. He pulled away, leaving her dazed with the sensation and its abrupt end, and then did the same to her other breast. She pinched her eyes shut and covered a moan with her hands.
Aisling dearly wanted to reciprocate. Once she was confident she wouldn't make too much noise, she ran her hands down his back, to his flanks, teasing her way downward. Ceallach growled appreciatively and sat half-turned to give her access to anything between his legs. Instead of focusing her attention there, however, she buried her fingers in his chest fur and dragged her fingers down in what she hoped were long, sensual scratches. He thumped his tail, which she took as a good sign. Then she cupped his balls, gently manipulating them with her fingers. He whined into her breast and stomped a hind foot.
Suddenly he ducked his head and shoved his nose into her panties, sniffing at her wetness. She yelped, trying to disengage him, but he held firm and took in her scent. "Ceallach...!"
He tried to push her panties aside with his nose. She had no idea what he was trying to do, but his attempts were brushing at her clit and it was sending silver streams of pleasure through her body. She was completely absorbed in the feeling until his desperate whine brought her back. He was trying, as delicately as he could, to remove her panties with his teeth. She touched his head, moving it aside, and tossed away her last garment like an afterthought.
Being presented with an entirely nude body seemed to daunt Ceallach. He shifted his paws around, unsure but clearly eager. Aisling smiled to reassure him and climbed onto the bed. "Come here, Ceallach," she said softly. She could feel passion in her body trying to issue itself into more forceful commands, but they intimidated her, felt foreign. She had to admit that she, too, was afraid of her desire flaring out of control. She held out her arms and opened her palms to him. "I...I want to hold you..."
He leaped onto the bed and lay next to her. She pulled him into an embrace, stroking the fur on the back of his neck. His fur against her naked chest was electrifying, and the idea of what lay just below his belly was even more exciting. For the moment, though, she wanted to catch her breath along with him. He, too, appreciated this short pause, closing his eyes and nuzzling her neck. She closed her eyes as well.
A short lick made her alert again. He waited for her to look at him again before rolling away from her, turning around, and lowering his head to sniff between her legs again. She gripped the sheets and willed herself to stay still. He licked the fine hairs above her slit, then gave a long lick from the bottom of her opening all the way to the top, leaning into it as he reached her jewel. She cried out and jerked into his mouth, lifting a leg to give him better access. He did it again, with even more force, but instead of lifting away after reaching her clit, he covered it with his mouth and played with it using his tongue. She actually screamed at that, trying not to struggle lest he bite her, but she felt something moving inside of her, building speed, until it was rushing and pouring and she was gasping Ceallach, Ceallach while laying helplessly, shuddering.
When she was able to push herself back up again, he had his head tucked between his legs, licking at what protruded of his member. She shifted to be next to him, surprising him out of his self-pleasure. "I'm sorry -" she said quickly, holding up her hands. He seemed quite ashamed and embarrassed. "I kept you waiting. But I...I'm ready now."
He brightened at that, licking her cheek and growling. She scratched the side of his face, shifting to get on all fours. Part of her was tight with doubt, but she was certain she wanted this. He dashed to get behind her, tail and cock bouncing. He gave her another few licks to get her wet again - she did not mind this one bit - and hopped up so he had his upper body on top of her. His weight on top of her made her realize that she was going to be...mated, by a dog. A very unlike species.
But this was Ceallach, and he shared her desires despite his canine form. She didn't want him to stop shifting his back paws for better footing, didn't want him to stop pulling on her thighs to bring her close to him, didn't want him to keep thrusting and trying to join the two of them together --
She felt his furry loins slap against her legs, against her folds, and for a quick moment she was afraid he was going to enter her in the wrong hole - but then he connected, brought a warm, slick presence into her insides, and she cried out because it jabbed and cut her. He held onto her, trying to stay within so she could get used to his size and shape. She felt his tongue on the back of her neck tenderly.
The warmth and the faint, steady pulse she could feel from him slowly, slowly made the pain fade away. She looked back at him and nodded.
He slid out a tiny bit and pushed back in, as if he was afraid that by pulling back too quickly he would pop out. He took a slow, steady rhythm with his thrusts. Even if the movement didn't seem like much, it still stirred pleasant sensations in her belly and body. Her breath came out in a sigh, which seemed to encourage him to pick up the speed and power with which he thrusted. His claws dug into her legs to grip onto her, but even that seemed to add to the pleasure. She started to push back against him, working with his motions, making all sorts of pitchy squeaks and moans she silenced by biting into a pillow. Before she knew it, she had a hand where they were joined, touching at her bud, which felt absurdly good. She could feel him thrusting into her through her hand resting on her lower belly. It was incredibly erotic and amazing and she screamed his name into the pillow again and again and he didn't stop pushing into her and hitting places she didn't know could even make her feel that way --
She could feel his thrusts growing frenzied; he was growling now but the growl had a bit of a whimper in it and she knew he was going to hit that point. She clenched down on him as best as she could. He yelped, but then planted himself firmly and pounded her, hips slapping against hers, his cock reaching even deeper than before. He slammed himself all the way in and howled, shooting something wet and hot inside of her and he was growing at the base and she trembled in the power of it. Her fingers touching her and the sensation of being stretched by him made her howl and come, too.
She sank to the bed, exhausted and gasping. He lay on her back, panting warm breath into her hair. The base of him, bigger than the rest, almost hurt, but she was too busy floating in pleasure to mind. She turned and smiled at him. He seemed well on his way to falling asleep, so she scratched behind his ear and followed his example.
Aisling awoke naked. The inside of her legs -- the inside of her -- was a little bit wet. She realized she wasn't dreaming, and that she had actually done the act, and it jolted her awake. She sat up and put her hand over her heart. It had felt...divine, unbelievable, and she had done it with Ceallach. She smiled and felt her cheeks redden. Yes, she had done it with him.
But where was he? There was no tail thumping in sleep, no paws around her arms. There was a trail of crimson around the bed, but it was much, much too long to be Ceallach.
...But it was long enough to be Ceallach's hair. She scrambled over to its source, finding a naked young man, just as she remembered him, sleeping peacefully. She shook him awake.
"Ceallach! You changed back!"
He blinked, eyebrows pinching in confusion, then caught a look of his hand. He sat up and looked at his body. "I'm human again!" he exclaimed.
She embraced him tightly. "I knew it..."
He laughed and but his arms around her in a real hug. "Now everything will go back to normal," he said. At that her joy faded a bit. He was back to normal...but did that mean...
"Aisling?" he said softly, tipping his head at her. "Is something wrong?"
She sat back and bunched her shoulders close. "I..."
He leaned closer, taking her hands in his. She looked at their hands and sighed after a moment. "I was hoping...wanting...to feel you inside me again..."
He stared at her, wide-eyed, for a moment. Then he grinned, pushing her so she was on her back. His arousal was very obvious, and this time his manhood was that of a man, not a dog. "Will you be satisfied with this?" he asked mischievously, holding himself and sliding the head on her belly. It left a warm trail.
She could hardly believe that he still wanted her - but of course, she realized, his feelings wouldn't change even if his body did. He would always desire her. And...she would desire him, no matter what form he took. She pushed herself up and gave him a brief kiss.
"I would love to be mated by you," she purred into his ear. If he still had a tail, she was certain it would be wagging like mad.