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Becoming His Puppy

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Anonymous

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Tell me, what do you think about dogs?

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Edward exhaled slowly, pressing the tips of his fingers together. The light from his computer screen flickered across his face as the display juddered, the slightest knock of his knee against the desk enough to make it shiver as if in a technical glitch. Blonde hair pale in the small amount of light, the man, who must have been in his twenties, though not a day over thirty by any means, sat back, studying the pup play forum that he’d previously been perusing and the chat window popped up in the bottom right corner.

It was a forum that he’d been using for a while to find partners into pup play, rather than a serious relationship. When one was looking for a casual fling rather than a serious romantic relationship, it didn’t really make sense to do the dating spiel and drop the pup play kink, which was really what he was after at the time, in the middle of a third or fourth date. Not a single date had been interested in it so far and he’d had far more success looking for people with similar interests, even if it was a rather select group of people.

Edward, however, was picky and justifiably so. As much as he wanted to engage in his chosen kink, holding the leash of a sweet-faced, panting pup, he didn’t want to jump into anything with anyone that he just couldn’t connect with as a friend too. That wouldn’t be fun at all, not his style, but it did make pickings rather slimmer in the world of whimpers and sexual debauchery.

And, after a long dry spell of searching and chatting, Annie had seemed perfect – just the woman he’d been looking for. Wasn’t it always the way? You wait and you wait and you wait until someone pops up and then...something happens.

Pursing his lips, he studied the screen speculatively, the little green dot beside her name showing that she was still online, patiently waiting. Just like the good little pup she really was.

This is a pup play forum, I think it’s a given what I think there, he typed, fingers flying over the keyboard with practised precision. As for what else you may mean... I like dogs, but there’s always the issue of consent with that. How do you know? It’s why I go for this, pup play. Why I’m looking for a woman just like you. Exactly like you, Annie, if you’re up for some fun.

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Oh, you can know. What if consent was no longer an issue?

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Edward paused, studying the screen.

What do you mean? That would be perfect.

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Her response came instantly, so quickly that it was as if she’d prepared it beforehand.

I can be your puppy.

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Edward grinned, lips twitching up and up and up as his glasses slid down his nose. So, it wasn’t like ‘that’, after all, but something luridly simple and he couldn’t help but imagine the woman, whose likeness he had only seen in photographs, on her knees in suitable pup play gear, head tilted oh so cutely to the side.

He groaned softly, cock hardening in his jeans, begging release. She would look so wonderful in leather and latex, restricted so that she couldn’t do anything but move just like a whimpering canine, eyes bright and helpless to his will.

There was only one answer he could give her, Annie waiting so very patiently for him on the other side of her screen somewhere in the same city. But where? That didn’t matter, for he needed not go to her.

Well, when you put it like that... I’ll send you my address right now!

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*

It wasn’t romance, but Edward set out candles for his pup play ‘date’ nonetheless, softly illuminating the living room with glowing ambience. His bedroom, neatly tied with fresh sheets on the bed, didn’t face the same treatment, however, as he supposed well enough that they would have eyes for things other than candles by the time they made it there.

Barely able to contain his excitement, cock throbbing as if he had not cum for weeks – oh, some said that the sexual nature of pup play was by the by, but he couldn’t have denied that he loved it so – he paced and he paced the living room and hallway, waiting. Waiting for her. And still, he jumped, startled, when the doorbell finally rung, rushing to the door with a grin on his lips that may have been better suited to a teenager on their first date.

A woman with long, black hair greeted him, lips tinted with dark lipstick curving up in a smile and eyes made-up in a smoky fashion. Although he was hardly an expert or interested in make-up at all, as a young man, Edward gasped, momentarily lost for words.

She was breathtaking.

“Hi,” she murmured, green eyes dancing with wickedness. “I daresay you’re Edward.”

He coughed and cleared his throat.

“Yes! Edward! That’s me!”

Giggling, she covered her lips demurely with her fingertips, although the gesture did nothing to hide her soft amusement.

“Wonderful. I’m Annie. And it’s my delight to meet you at long last...Edward.”

He gulped and stepped back, ushering her inside with an arm flung out as if he was announcing someone formally at a grand event. Blinking rapidly, he cursed at how his contacts sat uncomfortably on his eyeballs, the glasses left on the bedside table upstairs in his small townhouse. But it was too late to retrieve them and, besides, every photo of himself that he’d sent to the stunningly beautiful creature who had, somehow, made it into his home had shown him without them perched precariously on the end of his nose, their favourite spot.

“Shall... What...” Oh, it had been too long since he’d had a woman over! “I mean, would you like a drink? Can I get you anything?”

“Oh, come now, Edward.”

She shucked her jacket and draped it over the back of a dining chair, having already made her way into the living room as if she already knew the entire layout like the back of her hand. Her black hair had clearly been straightened earlier that day and hung down to the middle of her back in a shimmering waterfall. Even the candlelight flickered and danced off it as she adjusted the strap of her bejewelled crimson top, thin straps running back over her shoulders but otherwise leaving her tanned arms bare and free.

“I’m sure you don’t want to be running around getting your puppy drinks and snacks,” she purred, hands going behind her back. “That’s for the pup to do for the master... Or for you to get me if it’s in a doggie bowl...”

Annie’s words were laced with suggestion and Edward sucked in a breath, barely able to distract himself from her raw, sexual beauty as she smiled, teeth digging ever so lightly into her bottom lip.

But he knew how to play and, well, if she wanted to cut right to the chase in the soft glow of candlelight, what kind of pup master would he be to refuse?

It only had been a while. Edward cast his mind back to the last time he’d taken a leash in hand, sweat dampening the curl of blonde hair at the nape of his neck. But he remembered – oh, he most certainly did.

“Then get down on your knees,” he murmured, the words coming to his lips slowly as if as thick in his throat as molasses. “That’s what a pet does.”

Sensually folding down to all fours, she batted her long, dark eyelashes up at him and wiggled her backside. He stifled a groan.

“Now, you’re getting it... That’s better.”

Edward stood a little taller at the praise, settling the collar of his smart shirt a little more comfortably around his neck.

“Good girl,” he murmured, knowing that she would hear even if his voice was low. “Now, take off your shirt. Pups don’t wear shirts and neither should you.”

“Oh, that’s just what I like,” she moaned softly, sitting up on her heels to drag her top slowly up and over her head. “You’re so right, I don’t need any clothes at all on me...”

And she must have taken that to heart as she worked on her tight, black jeans next, wriggling them down her thighs as she kicked off her heels. His eyes did not once leave her throughout her entire undressing, though he later may have said that she took her time about wriggling the jeans past her ankles just to tease him. It was hardly as if he minded the sensual show, thong cutting between her perfect buttons as he locked his hungry gaze onto them, intent only on plundering the delights that lay deeper.

“Very good girl,” he breathed, walking around her in a circle as if he was surveying her suitability. “You are obedient, aren’t you?”

“You should taste me now,” Annie giggled, blushing as if it was a wicked thing indeed to suggest her temporary master of the evening do. “I am sweet... I’m sure you’ll enjoy me, your sweet puppy.”

“Only when my pup is wearing her collar.”

Smiling, he collected a coiled strip of leather from the coffee table and unrolled it into a collar, complete with an O-ring at the front to which one presumed a leash could be attached. She yipped happily and bounced up and down on her hands as if she was so excited, a wiggly puppy, that she simply could not be contained, not even one bit.

“Oh, I love it! Put it on me, master, put it on me!”

He could not have denied such a sweet plea, as much as it directed him, the woman he’d invited into his home very much leading their liaison with a subtle touch. Perhaps it was all for the best in his first foray back into the delectable world of pup play and leash holding, but the night held so much more for him than one woman and a leash could possibly entail. And, yet, they did.

Only when the leather had been slipped around her neck and buckled tautly, the woman’s eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of moments as it drew snug, did he kiss her, tasting of her essence. Her lips partly eagerly for him and he drew her tongue into his mouth with a low groan of need. Like she had claimed, she was sweet, sweeter than any woman had a right to be, and leaned into him, though her hands did not go around his neck or back as a girlfriend or a date might have done. No, Annie was his puppy, at least for the evening, and puppies didn’t have hands or arms to wrap around lovers.

But he hadn’t been honest with her – not entirely. Breaking the kiss breathlessly, he panted lightly, eyes bright with the luminosity of being completely and utterly alive.

“I didn’t answer you honestly on the chat, Annie,” he breathed, his lips a hair’s breadth from hers, moist with the taste of her. “When you asked me about...dogs. I wasn’t honest with you.”

Her eyes twinkled as she pulled back just enough to look him in the face, hands tucked up close to her chin as if she was begging.

“Oh? Then what should your answer have been, if you were being truthful with me?”

Blushing heavily, red spots of heat flushing down his neck, Edward half-turned from her.

“Well...”

Oh, why was it so hard to get the words out? She wouldn’t say anything! Hell, Annie was the one who had asked in the first place and there had to be a reason for that!

“I’ve... I’ve fantasised about it before,” he admitted. “I can’t imagine how hot it would be to have all that warm fur under my hands, my real little puppy begging to be mated by me.”

His cock swelled with blood from the thought alone, tenting out the front of his smart jeans as he sat back on his heels, chest rising and falling more rapidly than it should have if he was truly relaxed. But Annie was there in a flash, clambering bodily into his lap as she put his arms around her, hair brushing against his arm as she leaned warmly into him, her body suddenly seeming extra solid in his arms.

“Then let me be your puppy for tonight, Edward, just for you,” she murmured, kissing down his neck as his hands lifted to her waist. “I’m all here just for you.”

She forgot that she wasn’t supposed to be using her hands, but perhaps she didn’t care too much about that in the realm of pup play. Some parts of it came down to pleasing the master, as much as she was leading the situation from the bottom. But her ‘paws’ were flexible and ready to be used as she unbuttoned his shirt, letting out an excited little bark that couldn’t have sounded better if it had come from the lips of a true angel. Kissing a path down his chest as she undid every button of his shirt, she pushed it keenly back off his shoulders to reveal his lightly toned figure, a small smile pulling at her lips. He may have been a typical white male in many ways, but Annie, for one, liked what she saw.

He had gear for her to wear, but there was no time to fetch it as Annie pulled his jeans off, eyes intent on the prize of his cock. It pushed through his boxers, but not for long as she yanked those too down, moaning softly in raw, crude desire for a shaft that would be hers before the night was through.

“My... Is this all for me?”

Edward winked.

“Just for you, puppy. Want to give it a lick?”

Her eyes sparkled and she yipped, rocking between her feet and hands as if on paws.

“That’s my favourite thing!”

Her hair swung down to shield her face, but it was not his cock she was going for, but his face. Annie’s tongue swiped a wet path up his cheek as she squirmed into his lap, cock grinding up between her thighs and smearing pre-cum into the fabric of that pretty little thong that didn’t really cover anything at all. Startled, Edward laughed and tried to hold her at bay, but she was as heavy as a large dog in his arms, bearing him back against the sofa as she whimpered and let his cock slide up against her perfect backside.

“Hey! What gives?”

“I need you,” she whimpered, pawing at his chest even as his cock teased at her entrance through the sliver of fabric. “Please, fuck your puppy – use me!”

But any ‘use’ that was to take place was to be by Annie, as she tugged her thong to the side and allowed the slick head of his cock to brush her pussy lips. Edward gasped – it was all so quick! – but his cock pushed inside her as she sat down on his length before he could react.

And his world shifted to the woman in his lap and the woman alone, her black hair shimmering and skin gleaming as he tucked his chin down. He groaned. Her wet pussy fit around him like a glove, the thong pulled tight around the side of his shaft as she bore all the way down. The puppy in his lap groaned lustfully as she rocked her hips on him, tongue lolling from her mouth as if she was showing off a pant herself. Edward pressed his forehead forward onto her shoulder as she bounced, knees spreading to either side of his thighs as she pawed at his chest, fingers suddenly seeming thick and clumsy.

“Oh, yes!” She whined, happily twisting her head from side to side, like a dog that was suddenly overcome by excitement. “Yes, fuck me! Fuck your puppy!”

Annie’s lips claimed his and he moaned into her mouth as her tongue plundered his, twisting and swiping up along hers. But there was something different about her mouth and his eyes snapped open again as her tongue wound around his, far too long and slender to be the one he had first felt in the kiss.

Edward could not have expected what he found before his eyes, however, the woman riding his cock eagerly not being what she was.

Tan and black fur spread out from her nose, a snout pushing its way from her flat, human face with a wet nose forming on the end. He cried out and reeled away, but she wrapped her arms around his neck as much as she could, even though the shape of those seemed to be changing before his very eyes.

“What the hell? What’s happening? What are you? Annie!”

The words burst from his lips without sensible order, but she had him too firmly pinned back against the sofa for him to do anything, kicking out uselessly at the coffee table. Whining softly, Annie covered his neck and face with soft licks as her head became a muzzle, trying to dip her longer, more flexible tongue back into his mouth as his mind struggled to make some kind of sense of what was happening.

“Shush, shush, shush,” she whimpered, arching her back to grind on his shaft, cunny clenching and rippling along his length. “It’s all okay, this is supposed to happen.”

Whether it was supposed to happen or not, there was nothing Edward could do to stop it as Annie’s beautiful curves slowly melted away beneath a thick coat of fur. Whimpering and wriggling happily, she scraped for purchase as her legs shrank, muscle shifting and bone cracking into a new shape and a new body that suited her better than her human garb.

Edward started. Hadn’t he always wanted a puppy – a human puppy just like her? But the coat of fur was luxuriously soft beneath his fingers as he ran his fingers down her changing back, finding it in himself to rock and buck his hips as she squirmed on his cock. She was everything he’d ever wanted and so very much more, his grip on the reality that should have been weaker and weaker by the second.

Did it matter why she was changing? He knew she was human really and...oh... Edward grunted and squeezed her tightly in his arms, a heaving, writhing shape that was swiftly becoming more canine than human, in form at least. Even her fingers were shrinking, slowly becoming paws as they seemed to be the last part of her to change, beautiful pads blossoming to life where her palms had once been.

“Annie,” he breathed, shuddering as her cunt gripped his cock in a particularly tight spasm, her changing genitals seeming tighter and even more pleasurably wet than they had initially. “You’re amazing, all of his is amazing!”

Meeting his eyes as her green orbs shifted to a warm amber, she yelped happily and flicked her new ears atop her head, the flaps of flesh stretching into alert points.

“I’m so glad! I’m so glad you like it, that you’re into this too!”

For he may not have been and Annie had taken as much of a chance as Edward in embarking on their meeting that evening, changing into a bitch before his very eyes while her pussy squeezed his cock. Her paws slid from his shoulders, arms turning into shorter, dog-like legs, and he took her paws in hand, kneading and massaging them lovingly as she yipped and squirmed on him. The pads formed beneath his fingertips and he kissed them, nuzzling and sucking at her toes as the nails turned into short claws, thankfully blunted at the tip so that he was not in any danger of her cutting his tongue in his enjoyment of her.

The transformation nearly complete, the new bitch could not keep herself from taking her master’s seed for a moment more.

“How do you feel about finally making it with a dog?” She whimpered, wriggling happily on top of him. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? Me? Like this?”

Edward moaned, hips bucking of their own accord. He couldn’t deny it, like he couldn’t deny what she was becoming before his very eyes. She was a dog, but what was the breed? The name evaded him, dancing on the tip of his tongue... And then it came to him in a sudden flash of joyous clarity.

A German Shepherd. He blinked wondrously, barely able to think clearly as she slipped off his cock, no longer able to support herself on his cock with her legs connecting differently to her body. That didn’t dissuade Edward, however, as she rolled onto all fours and shook herself, fur flying off in all directions. He scooted up behind her, lifting the canine’s fluffy tail out of the way as he pressed his slick cock-head to her spade, the slit creasing in gently as he teased her.

“Does a puppy want me to finish in her?”

Although she could still talk, Annie barked happily, tail wagging fervently. That was as good a yes as any for him and Edward pushed in with a grunt, filling the bitch with the full length of his hard shaft. Her tail wagged, beating his chest, and he held onto her all the tighter, groaning deep in the back of her throat as he took her, a master with his bitch, complete with that leather collar snug around her neck.

Yelping, Annie tried to rock back onto him, but he grabbed her by the hip, lifting her backside up enough to get a hand under one of her hind paws. He grunted like a wild animal as he fucked her, hammering in with the short, sharp strokes he’d seen dogs doing before, or at least imagined them doing when he’d fucked other human puppies. He stayed deep inside his bitch, though he had no knot with which to stretch her pussy, giving her the best he had as orgasm swelled in the tightening of his balls, need flaring with the hot canine wrapped around his cock. All the while, he massaged that one hind paw he was able to keep lifted, slipping his fingers between the toes to stretch them out as Annie barked and whined, her own lusts coming to the surface in the only way they possibly could. It was coming, whether they understood the tightening chords within her newly formed canine body or not.

Annie howled, pussy rippling and massaging his length as she climaxed, though not like any human woman. Her sex didn’t soak itself in the moment of orgasm, but it did tighten sharply around him as if it was trying to milk his hardness of every drop of cum he had to give her. It was too much for the man already on the edge of climax and he too heaved out a moan as he spent himself inside her, balls churning and spilling their load deep into her tight cunt.

Climaxing nearly together, the two collapsed, Edward on top of the dog who squirmed beneath him and pushed back as if she was eager to keep him inside her for as long as possible. Edward smiled breathlessly, lips stretching without conscious thought, and spooned up behind his puppy, cock slowly softening within her as she whimpered and tried to cling on to it for just a few moments longer.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured into her neck, lips brushing her collar tenderly. “There’ll be plenty more of this, puppy, if you’ll stay on the end of my leash.”

Kissing her head and ears, he murmured sweetness to her as she whispered back to him, voice raspier than it had been as a human, but still very much her – still Annie. And she would be his Annie, the moment theirs and theirs alone as he massaged her paws and kissed every one of her toes, exploring her new form without needing to understand the why. Like falling in love, some things happened too quickly to be explained and, really, there was more fun in life with a little magic to spice up the world around them.

Curling into one another’s warmth for the night, the two nuzzled, exchanging sweet nothings, and then slumbered, Annie’s back rising and falling gently as she pressed up against Edward’s side. For the first time, she slept soundly as a canine, settled in her form and spent sexually: delightfully so.

Only the morning would tell what was in store for the two of them.

The master and the pup.