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Gone to the Dogs by:MalicTheWriter

His weekend started with a routine walk in the park, but things had taken a turn for the most peculiar indeed. Around the back of his neck rest a mostly nylon dog collar; clicked into place just a moment ago. The first thing to go was his name.

It confused him of course, how could it not? All this had started with an insignificant little trinket, that pristine dog collar he had found that now seemed so suspiciously sized for him. A pitiful little whine escape his still human maw, the poor creature was so very lost. Not in the woods of course, but in his own thoughts.

“Why did I do that?” he asked himself out loud, turning to look up and down the trail that had brought him here.

No other humans happened to be approaching him thankfully. Though the anxiety had been creeping up about the whole name thing, it was still a thought that just tickled at him a bit, rather than coming to dominate his thoughts. He could simply write it off as a funny quirk or shoddy memory, and not the direct result of putting on the collar that it was.

“This is silly…” he said, chiding himself for taking a collar enchanted with who knows what and placing it rather comfortably around his neck on that life altering lark.

As the last words he would ever speak as a man floated through the woods, another hound perked its ears up tall. Up soon ran a wagging tail on four legs, long in snout and tail. He was such a pretty dog, though the human found himself wondering for a moment just how he had known the dog might be mail without looking.

Part of him wanted to say hey there boy, how’s it going, but grew rather distracted be the too friendly pounce which knocked him to the floor. Out came the first little whine of a bark, a confused noise half poised between man and animal. This gave him pause, even while the paws of the rogue dog pressed firmly down on his chest.

There in the forest he found himself pinned to the ground. The little bit of him that was worried about his clothes getting too dirty was certainly not in control now. He had just made a friend after all, and it was hard to worry about such trifling little issues when a brand new friend had been made.

Oh what a greeting that friend did give, as the human could hear as well as feel a great bit of sniffing all about his face. The tongue followed suit, wet and thin and running right along the lips in a matter most intimate indeed. What was his name again? He did not care. With playful abandon he had begun to kiss back, eager to accept the affection playing out within the park.

No sooner had the kissing started than the changes had begun. It was as though the name had been taken in service as fuel for this life altering pyre, and the kiss from hound to man had become the spark. There was no shame he felt in the arousal building up behind his hiking pants, and soon he found himself hugging the dog as he continued the kiss with a thinning tongue of his own.

How beautiful his fur was. Not the humans at first, but the dog still standing above him. What would he give to have pretty fur like that? It seemed the only thing he would have to surrender would be his name, for as the kiss kept on little tufts of fur began to spread all about and over the human, welling up and tickling all over.

A confused little giggle slipped past his lips, but it sounded a bit strange on account of it slipping free of a small but growing snout on the extending end of his face. Was this real? It looked and felt surreal alike, and the kisses had been so tremendously friendly he had thought perhaps the numbness of his mouth had induced some peculiar quasi-hallucination.

Still changing, he withdrew from the smooch for but a moment, giving his extended jaw the simple test of opening and closing as the fur had begun to spread about it. Somehow this was really happening, and though the mostly human still had the capacity to click off the collar by himself he paid it no mind. Instead his excitement heightened all the more, a half hard erection became quite overbearing, and soon he found himself struggling not with the collar that caused this, but the clothing which held it all back.

The hound too was curious, the magically charged scent he had detected within the man before him was one that greatly interested him, and soon all his snuggly sniffing had begun to trail down from the face of the changing human to the soon to be exposed groin.

As those still apelike fingers fumbled with the buttons and elastic material a darkening yet solid hard cock found itself exposed to the dog above. More sniffing followed, an intimate exchange of scent and sensation. This degree of closeness almost had the human pushing back, taking a moment to think this all through.

The SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP of that licking tongue that had moments ago felt so good inside his mouth felt a thousand times better on his cock. What’s more, it wasn’t his cock for long. The peculiar shift in coloration to the darker shade had grown more prevalent, noticeable too was the flattening of that mushroom topped head of his haft with a sort of flattened out petal shape.

Spade. He was truly and sincerely feeling and seeing his cock slowly traded for a spade. It felt good. Too good. Only a few short SCHLORPS was all that was needed to make his shrunken balls empty themselves down the little bitty length of cock left. The strange dog’s tongue rolled on, easily licking up the little remnants of her humanity and masculinity as she continued to change at the tip of his tongue.

Her shirt had begun to feel rather loose around a shrinking chest as fur began to spread up her belly and down her legs. It was as though now the changes were radiating as much from her altered crotch as they did the collar around her neck. And all the while she still could not recall her name at will.

Given how comfortable she felt now, body bathed in the afterglow of her last remotely human or male climax, it was no wonder she was content with that little detail. What good did she have for a name anyway? What she was becoming her name wouldn’t matter soon anyway, only the name given to her by her owners instead.

It felt strange to think about, but the collar’s tug was a peculiar one indeed. Already it seemed to imply she belonged to a home, and like so much of what was happening today she was more than happy to follow it all to an ending well beyond her masculinity.

Up went the dog now, pressed snout to fuzzy snout. She looked so much like him from her vantage point. A bitch of the same breed. Thinking of herself like that caused a pleasured pang of desire to radiate from that new groin. For the first time she could feel the emptiness she had been given as a gift so grand.

She whined a little as the teets began to sprout, little sensitive jabs as the flesh rolled on and fur flew freely, concealing those sensitive things as the dog kissed her right there on the lips. She could taste herself on his tongue, those old little remnants of humanity. She tasted like a stranger.

Why wouldn’t it? That old life, it was going away now. As long as he, or she, or her strange collar had anything to say about it. As the two kissed the changes settled in quite comprehensively on the face, and she could feel fur trailing further beyond the base of her neck as her new ears darted this way and that.

No one was going to be about to bother them. This was the dog’s domain. She knew not how or why she knew this, but could feel it in the bones of her growing tail as it wagged so cute and pitifully from all the attention her mate was giving to her.

Mate? Was she really to mate with this dog? The one who banished her manhood with a few playful licks of its tongue? Who now kissed her and made her taste her old self even as doing so made more of that old self vanish? Oh the anticipation mounted now, she felt it welling up inside her new body as it grew and she shrank in equal measure. He would be perfect really…

Who better to usher in her new life… She found herself withdrawing from his smooches to give him a great big hug. A distinctly human gesture for time soon made more difficult by the shifting of those ape-like hands to the proper paws of a dog situated more broadly to either side of him, still intimate for certain, but lacking in the circular squeezing department of a human hug.

She knew full well that had been her last chance. With the little time she had left with her hands she could have pulled off the collar and maybe put a stop to all of this. But why?! Why in all the heavens and earth would she ever want to put a stop to something that felt so right? She was more just thankful that it all kept working.

Stepping back, she could see just how handsome her mate looked in full as she flopped a bit awkwardly off of the tree he had once had her pinned against. Now her front paws were standing over the complex roots of the tree, and she could soon feel the fur spreading from her groin meeting underneath her shirt as the fur spread further across her back. A full set of sensitive teats now rubbed against a shirt that no longer suited her.

Her pants still clung to dimly human legs, but she could feel the gradual adjustment of her hindpaws deep within her socks finally push her over the point where all these clothes felt like second nature to wear up to something genuinely unnatural and strange feeling. The socks clinging about her growing claws was the real bizarre sensation, but the shirt too provided some unique feelings as well.

All of this clothing had become alien. Something fitted entirely to the other. She supposed them then to be akin to the shadow of her old life, a life she was positively thrilled to be moving on from one lick at a time. Her mate was keen to help, biting down just past the magical collar onto the collar of her shirt, which gave her the leverage necessary to kick up her forelegs and pull back through the complicated holes of a once easy to wrangle shirt.

It had been designed with a different creature in mind she supposed. All of this had. Her pants clung awkwardly around her butt as she turned around to raise her growing tail for her mate for the first time, and carefully he clawed at either of her thighs so as to work both those boxers and those pants down.

As they dropped though, he found himself snout to spade with the changing girl in front of him, and though the current plan of attack between the both of them had been to strip her naked of that out of place clothing, a dog could only handle so much temptation.

She could feel him sniffing now at her spade, and was struck rather suddenly by the sensation at that. To be so sensually inspected, for another creatures nose to be pressed so intimately. No doubt he was getting a sense of her mounting need, as she could feel the new opening clench inwards at nothing rather suddenly.

He licked once, then licked again. Soon enough she didn’t care about how weird it was for pants, shoes, and socks to be clinging to her shrinking ankles. The more pressing matter was to make sure he mounted her, and mounted her soon.

She barked now at last, a sharp little thing which soon lulled into a pitiful little whine as she tried her best to beg in this new body. And of course it was a new body. In every way that mattered she had become a dog now. With all her fussing with the clothes of that old species, said species had managed to vacate the form entirely. Here before the fellow feral dog whined a bitch too deep in heat to worry about silly human garments only half hanging on to her new shape.

With tail hiked high, the male required no more invitation, with a satisfied smile he hopped up and over, his body flopping down atop her. Here was the moment. The last little chance she could hope to mount a resistance to any of this. With his cocktip pressed up against he spade however, she knew there was nothing here worth fighting for. She wanted him. She wanted to be this. All of it would do. Every last inch could be hers.

At last she began to pant, all the rolling around to try to get the clothes off and being bred for the first time had produced a great deal of an only slightly less arousing sort of heat, and she deployed her tongue to the world on the double to cool herself off while he jabbed.

Deep inside her he went, a good two-thirds of him worked back with a stabbing jab that rocked yet another cute little whine out of her body. She could hardly believe it. Moments ago she had been an uncollared human, but now she was something more. Loved. Truly and physically and oh so intimately loved.

She started pushing back firmly, hopeless lead back onto the head of his cock by an ever growing desire to be bred. To feel the new inverted bits of her put to proper use, and to feel the twitch of his warm thick cock sputtering out the sort of stuff her body would never produce again.

Bitchwardly bound. She never wanted to change back into her life. She even got a little aroused by the notion that her tail couldn’t wag on account of the male on top of her kept it raised up and off to one side. She stooped nice and low before her mate, making sure it was easy for him to stay inside for as long as he wanted.

Humping started up, a few gentle little jabs at first, but then soon enough the gentle jabs became proper thrusts. She could barely process just how good it felt for him to be inside her like that when he pulled back out. The tension of that push and pull played a lofty tune inside her soul, and soon she found herself whining and moaning with all the grace expected of an animal.

She was a loud lover, no doubt those among the park with keen ears with which to hear could parse their story well. Somehow she hoped that others might learn of her predicament, and instead of trying to put a stop to it, cheer it on. Perhaps however only one wish was to be granted on this day.

How long had she wanted to be anything more than human or male? Now she could feel with every jab just how nothing about her of that sort was left. And all this while the humping continued on, her clenching vulva trying so desperately to tease out his release.

Certainly this would be the best way to thank her mate, but giving herself up body and soul and offer him the offspring his jabs certainly implied he wanted. Oh to feel his tongue tarnish her cock again, to make it go away, and replace it with something between her legs that felt more natural and authentic in a way that left her panting for more still.

Love. She was in love. The sensations swirling through her furry new body could not be described as anything less profound. She was as much in love with her new self as she was in love with the one who helped ignite the fire that started all of this. She leaned up, feeling his chin resting atop her head now as he finally worked his knot up to the partly splayed petals of her spade.

So close was he to his edge, she could hear him panting too. So much effort pouring into this. Pouring into her. Soon. It could not possible be long now. The sheer size of his knot felt overwhelming. While she had just been licked into shape moments ago, it felt as though there was simply no way it would slide inside withou-

She yelped. If ever there was a moment she doubted this was real, it was then and there. That time in which the bulbous knot of the hound atop her back pulled himself nearly halfway free only to grip the back of her neck with his teeth and jab forward fierce like. He squeezed his knot inside, and the result was a sweet little bark of a wince from her that almost set him off already.

This was what she was change for. This moment of no going back so innate to the sexual characteristics of such an anatomy. She was infatuated with his each and every move as his cock twitched and squirmed so deep inside her. There within the grip tightened all the more, taking the range of that humping motion down from a few inches to mere fractions of an inch as he rubbed so rapidly inside her.

Plenty of her knew she felt good. He would not be humping her with as much vigor as he had been were it not for a positive feedback loop of sensation. What she really hoped though, deep down, was that he felt as good humping her as she did being humped. For a few more little jabs like that and she was…

Done. The magic all sealed up. In equal measure her name, species, and sex were surrendered to the collar in whole, and the last conclusive grasp she might have had on her old abandoned life was obliterated by the tandem climax rolling through both the canine’s lustful bodies. Well inside she could feel his knotted shaft twitching, sputtering up spurts of satisfaction that let her know just how well he liked humping her after all.

It felt good the way he panted all ragged like on top of her back. Like he had just quite literally tired himself out a bit by fucking her. Of all the dogs he could have had, he chose her. She was honored, and her head was swimming in the deep end of all those endorphins that came from the raise of that soft furred tail and the plastic little click of that collar.

She had almost forgotten her pants, shoes, and socks still clung to the ankles of her paws during all of this, but it would be some time anyway since she was free. Eventually he hopped off her back, turning himself in a way that offered an uncomfortable yank or two, but a little growl had him staying nice and still as he waited for the knot to do its job of keeping his shot inside.

She found herself wondering for a time what it would be like to bring puppies into a world like this. A proud mama of a whole other species from which she started out. Her mate did not seem to mind though, and perhaps with time she would figure it all out. Her new place in this strange world that made her.

After quite some time the knot began at last to soften, slipping free of her spade with a jolt that left her already yearning for its next intimate jab. Her mate offered up a sheepish smile, and turned to resume helping her with the initial problem that had brought him snout to spade with her in the first place.

Clothing. With all the experience of being a dog as having sex as once provides, she did actually find herself better able to adjust and eventually kick off both shoes and pants alike. Thankfully too, the socks which once wrapped tightly around her paws, now slid off in the midst all the kicking and such she did to rid herself of the pants.

Turning to her mate she watched as he strut a little ways from her and turned to inspect his own equipment rather closely. She watched him for a time, seeing him sniff at himself and soon lick himself clean. She found herself wanting to do much the same, suddenly feeling the excess bit of spillage which painted crotch after the tugging free of her knot.

She found perhaps too much satisfaction in licking herself clean like the animal she was deep down. It felt as much a confirmation that this was her new life as anything else had these past few hours now. How many times had they bred again? Not enough, no matter where he went she would follow him, but first…

Her belongs littered the floor; cellphone, glasses, wallet and clothing. All these little tethers to her old self felt wrong to be left in an errant pile like that. It made this all feel so much more dramatic and less intimate than it should seem. With then an interest in keeping the forests clean she set about carrying her clothing piece by dutiful piece to a trashcan near to the entryway.

Her mate seemed more than content to follow her for the time being. Especially when she raised her tail and waggled it at him, her own shoe held within her maw as she marched up towards the exit. Soon each and ever piece of her old life was accounted for in its discarding, leaving nothing but the bitch in heat presenting herself once again near the entryway to the park. Many a passing hiker walked by, and only a few took pictures of their animalistic behavior.