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He had met her just the day before, or the night before really.

It was at a party, music pounding, people shouting drunkenly to each other over the music, dancing wildly to the beat, the smell of booze and sweat and smoke filling the air. He was trying to get to the kitchen, where he had heard the keg was.

That was when he bumped into her, and he quickly forgot the thought of beer. "Hey." Not one of his most elegant greetings, but it worked.

She was tall, taller than he was. Her hair was a dark, shimmering red, cut short and spiky. She wore blue jeans and a white shirt, and she was wearing a leather vest over that.

In his eyes, she was everything he needed to pay attention to, so he stepped closer to her, smiling, talking about anything that came to mind, and she listened with a grin, and laughed at the things he said, and talked back to him.

He had never been very good at talking to women, but she was hanging on his every word, and replying as if she just knew him, somehow.

And it had led to her being in his home the very next day. He had asked her if she wanted to see the place, and she had said, yes, she did want to see it. So they went to the place, and he had no idea what to do next.

"It's not a fancy place, but it works for me." He did a wave across his pad. Thankfully, it was clean enough for visitors.

"So, I can tell this is your living room, and I'm guessing that's the bedroom, and that's the bathroom." She stepped inside the bedroom without being invited. "Mmm, very nice."

"I try." He walked in after her, wondering if he dared to do something, anything. He shook his head. There was a pretty girl in his bedroom, where she had put herself. Was he even a man if he didn't at least try in that situation? "Hey, so... you want to do anything in particular?" He grinned, hoping that would make his meaning clear. "You know, with me?"

She laughed, and sat down on the bed, and he sat down next to her. "Actually, yes. But it may not be what you expect." She smiled. "I want to make you mine, and I want you to enjoy it."

"Make me... yours?" He frowned, but that eased away. The idea of being hers wasn't an awful one. "Romantically?"

"Oh, I suppose you might call it that, but I'm not very romantic." She stroked a finger down his cheek, and he felt a tingle from her touch. "I want you to be my pet, my little puppy."

He felt a pulse of blood down lower. Was that a kinky invitation? "You're into collar play?" He had never tried that before, but it sounded fun.

"Not exactly. I want to make you into a dog, and have you as a pet." She leaned closer, and her eyes seemed to shine. "All you have to do, good boy, is exactly what you want to do. I can see it in your eyes."

She was right. He had never heard of such a thing, but he could feel that he wanted it. To be her pet, to be her dog. He felt a shudder run through his body. But he did want her. That throbbing firmness in his pants made that point very clear. Besides, she was just sexy talking, and it was working. "Are you sure you're not romantic?" he said.

"I'm very sure." She leaned over and kissed him. It was a hot, deep kiss, and her tongue was in his mouth, and it was longer than he would have expected, and it felt like it was wrapping around his.

He leaned her back onto the bed with a low rumble in his chest. "Well, you're getting me in bed, so that's all good." He slid his hand up along her side. "You're beautiful."

She chuckled, and her hands were on his back. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my pet. Show me you know how to make me happy."

He kissed her again, and his hand slipped down to her jeans, fumbling with the button and the zipper, and he could reach inside to her underwear. He could feel warmth and wetness, and he stroked a finger up her slit, from the bottom to the top.

She shivered against him. "Oh yes. Just like that."

He worked her pants down her legs with one hand slowly as he explored over her thick labia and up to her clit, then down again, pressing in a little deeper each time. She was wet and warm, and her scent was in his nose, and it smelled so very good. His cock felt like it might just rip through his pants.

"God damn," he grunted out as he took a deep breath of her intoxicating musk. "You smell good."

She laughed, and her hand was on the back of his neck, pulling him in closer, and he found himself moving lower. He didn't know what came over him, but his lips pressed against her underwear, right over the clit. He bit into her undies and pulled them off with his teeth, and she lifted her legs to help him get her pants and underwear off. He breathed in her scent again, then pressed his mouth right against her pussy. He licked up along her slit, and she tasted so sweet and so delicious, and he pushed his tongue inside her, feeling her muscles flex around him with a little noise, like a pleased animal, and he loved her noises.

"That's right." She grabbed his head and pulled him in closer, and he could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue, and her clit was rubbing against his nose. "Learn your mistress, your purpose."

Her words were a little confusing, but they felt so right. He was hers, completely, totally hers. He would do anything for her, especially if it got her to keep making those noises, and smelling the way she did. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, and he needed it to get free.

With a sudden yelp, he felt orgasm crash over him, but nothing spurted free of him. It was like an orgasm, and his pants felt dry, but the feeling was still there. He whimpered as his hips humped against the bed, and his mistress laughed as she held his head close against her pussy.

"Good boy," she breathed. "You can take off those pants now. Dogs don't need those."

He knew that was right. His clothes were in the way. They were silly things. He wriggled and pulled his shirt off, and he kicked his pants down, and he could feel his cock bobbing in the open air as soon as he got his boxers free, whole body exposed.

She was looking down at him with a grin. "My good boy, you're doing very well. But you aren't quite done yet, are you?" She reached down, gently trailing over his member. "This isn't done."

He shuddered and his cock twitched at her touch. He wanted more of that, so much more. He crawled back up, and she spread her legs. "Yes, that's it," she breathed.

As he sunk into her, a motion that drew a throaty call from her, strange new sensations exploded over him. Every thrust was a moment of joy, every sensation a new pleasure. He could feel his mistress's body gripping him tightly, he could feel her skin against his. His body was moving faster and harder, and he could feel her thrusting back against him as his shaft throbbed in an alien way.

It was changing, his shaft was growing, stretching, swelling, and becoming a different shape, and his mistress's voice was rising higher and higher. He could feel his balls throbbing and swelling.

Every motion was pleasure, even as he could feel his formerly human member grow a thick knot towards its base, slowing his pushes into her. But he kept pushing, pushing, pushing, and he could feel the knot slipping into her, and his shaft was swelling, and his mistress cried out and arched her back and clenched her pussy hard around him as the knot tied them together.

She pulled at his lower back, grinding their groins together. "Good boy, but, hm. Do I want a dog?"

He looked at her, and her fingers trailed down his cheek.

"You have a knot, dear thing. No going backwards, but there are plenty of good options that have one of those." She stroked his cheek, and then down his neck. "Maybe I'll make you into a fox, yes, a red one, just like your mistress. Or perhaps a wolf, strong and loyal. No, I think a fox is the right idea, yes, definitely a fox." She pulled him in close. "You'll be my foxy pet, won't you?"

He nodded as his eyes widened. He could feel his body shifting, the hair on his arms growing denser and redder by the moment. He wanted to pull from her, but he couldn't. Trying brought a yelp of pleasure from him as his knot bumped against her, and he felt another orgasm shudder through his body. He could feel something shifting inside his skull, his jaw pushing outwards, and he whimpered. He could feel his teeth growing sharp and pointed, his tongue thinning.

She trailed her fingers across his neck. "Let it happen. The more you let it, the smoother it will be. A foxy dog for a mistress fox."

He took deep breaths and he could feel his face shifting, and he let it happen, and the changes were smooth and easy. He knew that he was different now, that his nose and mouth had changed, but it didn't hurt. He was becoming a fox, her fox. Somehow, that didn't seem like all that bad of an idea. "What about my job?"

She giggled, and pulled his head in close. "You won't need it, will you? Not when you're mine, you'll spend every day with me and we'll be happy." She touched foreheads with him, watching his skull reform. "You're mine, so I'll take care of you, and you'll do the same. I know that you're a good boy, and you're going to be a great pet."

He nodded. His head felt a lot bigger than it should have, but that was probably just the muzzle forming, maybe? He looked down at the new thing in his vision even as he shuddered, fur spreading across him. It was a long muzzle, and he opened his mouth and it felt so very right. He was panting, his long tongue hanging out slightly, but he could feel the knot starting to go down. He pulled back from her and there was a slick sound as his shaft pulled from her pussy.

She was laying there, eyes watching him as he changed. "Your ears are coming in nicely, but I think you'll need some tail."

He could feel a pressure building in his butt, and he could feel his ears changing, sliding up his head and becoming pointed, and then he could feel them swiveling around, twitching. The sounds she made were sharper. "Give a pose."

Not sure what pose to made, he did his best flex just in time for his spine to erupt from his bottom in a long, fluffy tail. He could feel it swishing behind him and it felt so natural. There was more pressure building and his hands were changing too, claws sliding from his fingers, and he knew that the same had to have happened to his toes.

He was a fox, but still upright. A fox man? A werefox, maybe? "What... what am I?" He was still getting used to his muzzle.

"A were-fox, of course." She sat up. "And a very good looking one, I have to say." She made a come-hither gesture with a finger. "My were-fox."

He moved closer, and she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him in. "You're going to be a very happy pet, I promise. You'll have everything you need, and all you have to do is be mine, my pet."

His life was changed forever, but he wasn't worried about that in the face of her kisses and nuzzles. He was her pet, and he would be a very good pet, for all of his life. That was how a good boy did things, after all. He was her good boy, and he would be her good boy, forever.