Belial: Good Girl
Belial: Good Girl
By Von Krieger
Charity panted heavily, or tried to; anyway, it was rather difficult to do so with a large sub sandwich in your muzzle. Her body ached, the price she paid for running with her prize. She hated stealing, but it was the only way she could get food. The other alternative was digging through garbage, and even through she had a canine's sense of smell, it all still stunk.
She had made it to her little hidey-hole, a place where the bricks behind some bushes had grown weak, allowing the small wolf-girl to enter a forgotten corner of an old warehouse. Her lair was once a portion of a crawl space, so that the utilities lines could be reached. It was rather dusty and cobweb ridden, but a few trips through it with a bath in the nearby creek afterwards had cleaned out that bit of mess.
Charity dropped the sandwich and let her long tongue loll out so she could cool herself off. Since her transformation she couldn't sweat, and so she had to cool herself off like a dog did.
Her form had made life incredibly difficult, which was more than likely why she'd been afflicted with it. She had been a waitress and she'd accidentally spilled drinks on a woman who just so happened to be an avatar.
Her curse made sure that Charity would be as awkward and clumsy as she had been for that one moment. For the most part she had become a wolf, four legs, a tail, shaggy grey and white fur, pointed ears, sharp teeth, snout, sensitive nose, but the few pieces that remained human were incredibly bothersome.
Not only had her breasts been retained, not only were they increased in size, but Charity had been cursed with an additional pair of the heavy things. They were ridiculously huge on her small frame and hung uncomfortably close to the ground. Charity had to walk carefully to make sure that her breasts didn't drag on the ground.
And behind them was something else that the demon had cursed Charity with, equally human and equally oversized was a very large set of male genitalia which also had problems avoiding the ground. It was the part of her that Charity hated the most. She could understand the quadrupedal form, insuring that she'd never work as a waitress again. She could understand the breasts, making her as clumsy as she had been when she'd soaked the demon in iced tea. But she didn't understand the cock, it didn't mean anything, it was just a disfigurement tossed on for amusement or for spite.
Charity flopped down, licking her lips and getting ready to eat her sandwich, when there was a sudden grip on her tail. She yelped in fright and in pain as her breasts and balls rubbed against the floor as she was dragged out.
"Got you!" said a female voice triumphantly. Charity looked back to see the former owner of the sandwich holding her tail. She was wearing armor and had weapons! The wolf yelped and whimpered, her blunt claws scraping at the concrete floor, trying to get away.
She hadn't known the owner of the sandwich was an adventurer. She had just seen the yummy sandwich in front of her nose, and she couldn't help herself. She hadn't eaten in a few days and it just smelled so good; instinct had taken over and she'd snatched it and run.
The adventurer managed to pull Charity free from her hiding place. She let go of her tail and grabbed her around the chest, squishing Charity's breasts. The wolf wriggled and struggled, trying to get free.
"Calm down, puppy, I'm not going to hurt you." The adventurer said soothing, "Just settle down, relax." She whispered.
Charity stopped wriggling and the adventurer stroked her ears gently.
"Do you understand me?" she asked, wanting to know if Charity was as wolven in mind as she was in body.
The wolfgirl nodded. Though she had stopped struggling, her heart was still racing; her instincts told her to run, to get free from whatever held her.
"And you can't talk, eh?"
Charity shook her head and sighed, the alterations to her throat, mouth, and tongue had totally eliminated any possibility of human speech.
The adventurer smiled, "How is your nose? Can you track things?" she asked.
Once more Charity nodded, she tended to find food by waiting around street vendors and following the scent trails; hoping to find a three quarters eaten box of popcorn, or the last few inches of a hot dog. It helped to have a human mind to untangle all the smells.
"Well then, puppy, how would you like a job? Shouldn't be too much danger involved. I'm a monster hunter. All you need to do is find the trail of the beasts we hunt; I'll do all the dangerous work. Food, shelter, and care, what do you think?"
Charity thought for a few moments and then barked happily and wagged her tail. It definitely sounded more promising than scavenging for scraps.
"Well then, puppy, welcome to the employ of Era Steele. Consider that sandwich a signing bonus." Era said with a chuckle, setting Charity down.
"And after you've eaten, you're going to come with me and we're going to get all that dust and grime out of your fur." She patted the wolfgirl's back, "I'm sure there's a pretty girl beneath all the dirt."
If Charity hadn't had a furry face, she would have blushed. It was rather difficult to bathe herself, mostly she rolled around in shallow water. She trotted into her little hidey hole and finished her sandwich quickly; she'd wanted a nice, warm bath in so long.
Once she was finished she followed Era happily, walking alongside the adventurer towards the hotel where she was staying.
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Charity sighed softly as her furred body was lathered and rinsed, the water that swirled down the drain had been a rather gross shade of grey-brown. Once Era had rinsed most of the dirt from her new employee, she put in the stopper, allowing for the tub to fill.
The wolfgirl's tail wagged, splashing the water a bit. She stuck her head under the faucet, it had been a long time since she'd been able to bathe in running water, even longer since it was warm.
She didn't notice Era begin to strip off her armor, nor did she notice the adventurer slipping into the tub. She did, however, notice the presence of hands gripping her breasts, and her small, quadrupedal body being pulled back against Era's tummy and chest. Charity huffed softly as the adventurer's hands began caressing her breasts, wandering over them, exploring.
"Now what kind of bath would it be if I didn't make sure to wash all your parts, hmm?" Era said softly, nuzzling Charity's ear. The wolfgirl wasn't sure what to do, she didn't want to go back to the streets, and though Era's touches felt good, she wasn't exactly sure she welcomed them.
Era poured liquid soap into her hands, rubbing it into Charity's bare skin, the slick movements making the wolf moan softly. Her ears were lowered and she was getting rather embarrassed, if Era kept touching her that way, Charity's cock was going to...
Too late. The large, human-like member had already begun to stiffen, which only drew a chuckle from Era and a soap covered hand stroking up and down the shaft, "I said all your parts, puppy, I meant all of them."
Charity lowered her head, whimpering softly, the touches were so personal and intimate, but so good, and she hadn't been touched like this in so long. She began to thrust gently into Era's grip, unable to help herself.
"Does my puppy want to play?" Era whispered into Charity's ear. The wolfgirl felt Era's bikini-bottomed groin press against her, the fabric containing something... unusual.
"Play with all her fun, needy parts?" the adventurer said, licking Charity's ear.
The wolfgirl nodded, looking down, eyes closed.
"Good girl." Era said softly, the words making Charity quiver with delight. She wasn't sure what it was, but when Era said things like that to her, it made Charity feel all tingly and happy inside.
The adventurer reached down, freeing her cock from her bikini bottom. She guided it to Charity's netherlips, the large, puffy sex humiliatingly placed where everyone could see it if the wolfgirl raised her tail even a little bit.
Era wasn't huge, but Charity wasn't very big, and so she felt filled tremendously by the herm's cock. The wolfgirl let out a long, soft sigh, a sound that had been waiting to escape from her for so long, a sound of happiness and contentment.
"By Freya you're tight." Era hissed through clenched teeth.
The adventurer leaned forward, setting Charity on her paws for a moment as she reached out to turn off the tap. She began to lean back once again, pulling the wolfgirl into her lap when she paused and chuckled.
"Hmm, does my pretty puppy want to play doggy style?" she giggled.
Charity couldn't help it, she yipped, her version of a laugh. Her wagging tail tickled Era's tummy.
"Well then, who am I to disappoint you, my pet?" Era cooed.
The wolfgirl's ears lowered and she felt the heat of a blush rise in her face. Hearing Era call her 'pet' was just about the greatest thing in the world to her. She didn't know why it felt so good. Maybe the demon had cursed more than her body, but her mind as well? Making her long to belong to somebody, somebody to take care of her.
"Oh shit..." hissed Era through her teeth, feeling the wolfgirl tense up, her already tight sex clamping down on her, trying to milk her sweet seed into the wolf's womb.
Charity yelped as she climaxed, the dual sensation of her sexes totally unfamiliar, intense, overwhelming, and incredibly surprising. The water quickly clouded with her pent up masculine need finally releasing.
Era pulled her back upwards, allowing Charity to rest against her chest.
"Mmm.... such a good girl.
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Charity laid across her mistress' legs; it was so easy to think of Era as her mistress and owner now. Her belly was full from dinner and Era was reading to her as she had every night. The wolfgirl had loved to read, but her altered form made it incredibly difficult. She had ended up tearing up books trying to turn the pages.
Era's hand ran down her back, over her tail, and then back up to her head to repeat the movement, it felt so nice. Occasionally her mistress stopped to scratch behind her ears, or run a fingertip over the leather collar that hung around Charity's neck.
The wolfgirl was proud of the tag with her name on it; she'd scratched it into the dirt with a claw. But what made her happy was when Era called her puppy, or pet. Charity loved to do doggy things for her mistress; getting her shoes and slippers, playing fetch, getting her ears scratched and her tummy rubbed.
Though the tummy rub was actually more of a grope, since there wasn't very much on her underside that wasn't some sort of sexually pleasurable area. But Charity didn't mind the sensual caresses. The demon had made her body very easy to arouse, though Charity wasn't sure if her incredible ease with which she accepted sexual contact was a part of herself, or something the demon had planted there.
Era got to the juicy part of the story and Charity slipped off her owner's lap. She did this quite often when she read erotic stories, and the wolfgirl wasn't sure if Era was even aware that she did it.
The adventurer's hand slipped down to her loins now that Charity was no longer there and began to stroke her half-hard erection though the bikini bottom. Charity supposed the heavy armor Era wore was awfully hot, so Era wore as little as possibly beneath it, though she seemed perfectly happy to wear nothing else but what most people would consider underthings when she wasn't wearing the heavy leather and plate.
Charity watched with close attention, waiting for her moment to strike. She licked her lips in preparation, she just loved doing this. Eventually Era's shaft slipped free of the blue bikini bottom, the adventurer's slowly running her fingers up and down it.
The wolfgirl crawled forward, her head between her mistress' legs. She tugged down the bikini with her teeth, exposing Era's full length. Her tail thumped against the bed as she took her owner's cock into her mouth, her long, dexterous canine tongue slipping down to caress Era's balls and tease her netherslit.
Era placed a hand on her puppy's head, laying back on the bed, wrapping her legs around the wolfgirl's neck, her bare skin rubbing against Charity's soft fur. She continued to read, her words increasingly breathless, occasionally moaned as she continued to read.
"And then for a moment, she closed her eyes and the spell upon me was broken. I came back into my mind and found my body transformed, newly added and newly enlarged portions of my anatomy leaked slow streams of fluid. My breasts filled with milk, my innumerable sexes oozed thick, sweet, musky lubricant." Era panted.
"My friend smiled at me, walking around the table on her six reptilian legs as she smiled at me. I opened my mouth to protest, but found her lips upon my own; my tongue slithered from between them, into her bestial maw. I felt it swell, grow thick, yet another member added upon my freakish b-b-body..."
Charity had long since been aroused herself and thrust into the water-filled sleeve that her mistress had purchased her for when she felt needy and Era was not around to slake her lusts.
"She r-ran her hands over my body, six hands to match her... our six legs, for my lower body had become like hers, that of a belly-crawling beast, the nipples, cocks, nipplecocks, and teats of my new form forever arousing me as they drug on the g-ground. I f-felt my tail lift instinctually as she caressed my rump, my slattern form responding hungrily to her. My own hands began to explore my new flesh, the liquids that dripped over me, pooled around my clawed feet, indicated that I had climaxed before."
The reading was interrupted by a long moan and a sustained thrust into Charity's mouth, the wolf making sure to angle herself so her mistress' cockhead brushed of the ridges upon the roof of her mouth, she sought to give her own the best pleasure possible.
"It must've been while she told her tale, enraptured me with her gaze. But my mind had been disconnected with my body before now, the erotic sensations that covered every inch of my flesh were new to mmmm... mmmm.... me. I wanted to flee, to get away from this creature that had once been my friend. But then her weight was upon my back, my cockspines slipped into the pussies on her underside, and my resistance collapsed. Then she entered me, that mighty, titanic prick filling my reptilian womanhood with the sweetest pleasure I had ever known." Era moaned.
Charity knew her mistress was in the edge. She growled softly, her sharp teeth pricking her mistress' flesh. Era threw her head back and tossed the book aside, gripping Charity's ears with both hands, thrusting hard into her pet's mouth as she climaxed.
The wolfgirl gulped down her owner's seed greedily, knowing what was soon to follow. She kept Era's member into her mouth, coaxing out every last drop until her mistress had fully softened.
"And the world became white hot pleasure." Sighed Era, quoting the last part of the juicy section.
The adventurer grinned and rolled onto her belly, crawling towards the wolfgirl and pouncing her, knocking her over. She tugged the water sleeve off Charity's plentiful member and climbed onto the wolfgirl, her hands gripping two of Charity's breasts as she lowered herself onto her pet's cock.
"Mmm... such a good girl you are, my pet. Such a talented mouth on you, for your skill I think you've earned a reward." Era cooed, taking Charity's length into her inch by inch.
Charity's tail thumped on the bed as she made soft little whimpers of pleasure. She loved her life now, loved her sexualized canine form. She no longer wanted her old life back, or her old body.
Why would she when she was so helpful to her mistress? Tracking down the monsters in the wilderness, watching Era capture and dispatch them, and then... oh yes, then it was time for reading and games.
The wolfgirl's tongue lolled out as she panted. She was a good girl. A very, very good girl.