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I don't think I could explain what happened even if I tried. One minute I'm sitting on the couch watching Bolt...and the next? I am Bolt. Running down the streets of New York City, my ears pressed back against my head as my heart pounded in my chest. Running on four paws felt REALLY weird, but it was either that or let the dog catcher get me. And if I'm going to be trapped as a dog, there's no way in hell I'm spending it behind bars. Weaving back and forth through random people's legs felt weird, but what choice did I have? None. The yells of the dog catchers were dying out, faint and far away as I refused to stop running. The world blurred around me as I saw everything in a new light. Literally. My senses felt off, like experiencing the world through a filter as even my feet, er...paws felt off. The canine instincts took control quickly and made everything second nature, but the further I got away from the dog catchers? The note confused I felt. I tried thinking back to what had happened - how I got trapped in this...universe? Was this still the New York that I knew? I didn't know, there were too many questions circling all at once. My eyes shut tight, head shaking to hold my focus. "C'mon, Grant. Think, think!!" I understood my words perfectly, but my ears only perceived the barks of a stray dog rushing down the street. It felt absurd considering I was just sitting in my house not even an hour ago. I turned on Bolt, grabbed a glass of wine, laid down on the couch, and...I think there was a flash of light? An intense heat followed by a heavy ringing in my ears, and next thing I knew...I was Bolt. I can't say I haven't dreamed of this happening, but those fantasies were in more of a controlled setting. And usually we're much more sensual. This was very much not. As I skidded across the concrete and slid to a stop, my legs worked double time to rush down and abandoned alleyway. I couldn't stop though, not yet. A couple of twists and turns took me on a winding path while I did my best to hide my prints, doing my best to balance my canine instincts with my human panic and anxiety. It only took another moment of rubbing before I found my savior: an open door to an abandoned building. The human side of me knew this was how murder movies started. The dog side of me? Anything was better than the pound. It took everything in my power to slow myself down in front of the broken-down door, but I managed to control myself just long enough to slip past the entrance without disturbing anything. I made it. I escaped from them!! ... And...got completely lost in the process. I had no idea how far I'd run or even where I'd wound up, knowing only that I was safe for the time being. My surroundings were...well, dark. VERY dark. Which I suppose is to be expected from an abandoned building. Still, every single one of the windows was boarded shut with tarps covering every source of light. A few rays broke through the barricades and illuminated a ballet of dust motes twirling and sparkling overhead. It was strangely beautiful, made all the more awe-inspiring from my newly dogged vision. Something about the muted tones of the backdrop from the color adjustment felt...relaxing. Soothing, even. Though I was in a pretty bad situation, the momentary reprieve made me smile, if just for a moment. A calm walk through the building helped me get more used to my body, feeling all the minute differences contrasted by those that were larger. My senses, balance, strength, and body awareness were some of the biggest changes. And yet, the feeling of cool concrete under my paws...the weight of my tail as it gently started to wag...the twitching of new muscles and appendages...the way my ears flicked toward a sound...and the small intricacies behind the scents and tastes previously hidden...it was all so magical and foreign. Being thrown into Bolt's body wasn't ideal, but you know? It was kind of...nice. I continued meandering aimlessly through the building, quickly realizing it was an old crafting workshop. Fabric adorned every corner as cobwebs and dust had long since filled the previously brilliant colors. Bolt after bolt of colors and patterns surrounded me while I meandered further and further inside. I could feel my nose twitching from the musty scent, unable to stop a low grumble escaping from the back of my throat. The stuffiness of the building was getting to me already, thoughts distracted and unfocused as I did everything I could to keep my attention sharp. Who knew what sort of creatures inhabited this place? What sort of mysteries lie just around the corner? Certainly not me, and considering I stumbled over a dusty pile of rags, that laser focus was quickly failing. I eventually found a staircase and made my way to the second floor, claws tapping along the metal as my nose was twitching like mad. Something amid the dry and ancient scents had caught my attention. It was faint at first, but it quickly overshadowed everything else once I reached the top of the stairs. Another sniff or two upon the air gave me a clearer sense of the scent, though it was impossible to identify. Quiet paws carried me across the dusty floor boards as they creaked with every step, unable to sway my thoughts off of the scent. It was light. Sharp, but also strangely earthen. Almost...floral? No, not quite. But it had motes of something very familiar to the spring air after nature burst to life once more. I shut my eyes for a brief moment, lifting my head as I took my time in savoring that deep, intoxicating aroma. "...I don't think I've ever..." I trailed off, a rumble escaping from the back of my throat as I felt a soft ripple caress my body. It was like a pulse of hot air breezing through my fur, starting at my head as it took it's time moving toward my tail. It was...good. REALLY good. Like waking up from a nap with the sub beaming down on you good. Like the first breath of outside air on a snowy day good. Like...gods, like my body was suddenly switched on and active in a way I couldn't put into words. My paws wandered mindlessly, almost bumping into a broken table as I shook myself out of the strangely enchanting stupor. I couldn't put my finger on what it was, but damn was it hard to stop thinking about it. So lost was I in that lovely, addicting scent that I hardly realized I'd stepped into a room on the far end of the second floor. My body felt like it was floating, warmth and heat caressing every inch of me as I felt my canine tongue hanging out of my muzzle in a pant of pleasure. It was so hard to focus, and my body felt...different in a way that was somewhat familiar. When I realized what it was, I felt my ears prick up before folding back against my head. My cheeks flushed a deep shade of rose underneath the white fur in bashful anxiety. I'd been so shocked by the change that I didn't stop to realize becoming Bolt meant taking on every aspect of his mind and body. And that included his bright red cock, twitching and pulsing between my legs. It was impossible to ignore, the thick need bobbing up and down with every step I took. The stiffness was unlike anything I'd experienced before, my canine anatomy firm as a literal bone while my nose drank in its scent. It was unavoidable. Clear need dropped down into the floor from that tapered tip while a quiet whimper whispered from the back of my throat. Focusing on anything but my racing heart and pounding prick was impossible as my paws carried me aimlessly toward nothing. At least...nothing I could grasp. The wonderful and mysterious thing about having instincts was that I couldn't translate my own thoughts and actions. I was aware of them, but it was as if my body spoke a different language entirely. And yet, no translation was needed as I approached the corner of the room, passing a large dresser and happening upon the most irresistible sight of my life. A bitch in heat. I say again...instincts act in incomprehensible ways. I would never use such language to describe someone were it not for the sudden flare of heat between my legs. That...and a rush of something new. My body shivered as my legs went weak, cock dripping and twitching with my hips bucking once or twice in the air. Gods the scent was irresistible, my nose getting drunk on this new scent I'd caught when I entered the room but now found to be all consuming. I could feel my vision blurring, but through that haze of heat and horniness was another dog with a very clear problem. A very heavy scent. And a very swollen spade. She had yet to notice me, my voyeuristic appetite immediately bubbling beneath the surface as I listened to her soft moans, irritated grunts, desperate whimpers. The curled golden fur delicately dancing all along her body was like a treasure trove of soft, welcoming pillows begging to be laid upon. "F-fuck, can't...s-suh...so hot a-and..." Her voice was soft and low, ears pulled back to show a set of beautiful, shimmering blue eyes. I stood there paralyzed in the calls of my body, but something about the way she spoke...the way she closely examined her body...the way she desperately tried to reach her paw toward that clearly aching need...it made me wonder if she was like me. But fate would leave that question for another day as his head tilted up and I caught her gaze. Our eyes locked as I saw something in her gaze. Something familiar. Something strange. Something...irresistible. Her scent flared as my legs practically buckled under me, a long whine escaping my throat unbidden as a long strand of tangible pleasure spilled from my throbbing need. My ears folded against my head, tail flicking idly as I couldn't tell what my body language was saying. Was I intimidating? Attractive? Pathetic? All these thoughts rushed through my head before being abruptly cut off by my compatriot's voice once more. "Yo-you just gonna..." She huffed, her own body shifting as she whimpered and bit down on her lip. "Haaaahh...f-fuck, get...g-get over here and mount me d-damnit!!" Her eyes said everything - a desperation and longing that spoke to something deep in the back of my mind. I didn't understand it then...and I still don't know. But the way my hips bucked in the air, my cock throbbed against my body, that sweet, intoxicating scent filled my body with an indescribable, irresistible heat...something inside of me knew what to do. I didn't even comprehend when I approached her, but before I knew it I was standing nose to nose with her. And there was something about the way she stared into my eyes...something about the way her hot breath intermixed with my own that just...pushed me over the edge. I needed her. With a low moaning whimper, I pressed my head against the side of her neck and took a deep breath of her fur, that heat-filled scent overflowing with her lust and desire. It filled me with a...w-with a...the words escape me. Describing how that feeling of pure bliss, of earthen musk that activates all the neurons in your body and connects them directly to your libido...ohh, you have to feel it to understand. My mind swam in her need, getting drunk on the air and her fur alone as I felt her nose pressing into my side. She took her own deep breaths of my body, shivering and whimpering in wild wanting as we both crave the same thing: pleasure. Pure. Raw. Animalistic pleasure. I nipped. I licked. I bucked my hips. Bolt's body filled me with irresistible pleasure, unbearable horniness that had no metaphor to make it less painstakingly overwhelming. It's one thing to experience something for the first time...but in a new body? With a new identity? I couldn't tell where Bolt ended and I began...I still had my mind, but I was in his body. And honestly...I didn't have the mental capacity to think of deep philosophical topics. There were other things on my mind. I was very. Fucking. Horny. I don't remember when my nose slid further down her body, but those soft, warm curls were like heaven against my muzzle. I drank down her scent like the sweetest of nectars, body shivering as I could feel that stiff need aching between my legs. I lost track of where her head had moved, only knowing her tongue and teeth hungrily ravaged my fur as if begging to be sated. Maybe it was naive to think, but it felt like I was the only one who could satisfy her in the way she needed. The way she wanted. The way her body craved. That scent said it all. Or...i-it's unbelievable, canine hormones. My brain was going wild, focused only on her body and my pleasure. Our pleasure. I could only guess she felt the same as neither of us exchanged words outside of our whimpers and moans. They filled the abandoned building, echoing back in our ears as we sang the symphony of our uncontrollable lust. It was only a moment before my nose twitched, eyes opening just a touch as I saw her tail inches from my maw. And that meant just under it...just a touch lower...something that drew me like a moth to the flame, wings flapping eagerly to the burning fire and caring not how badly it burned. Before I could even process a thought, my chilled nose pressed up against it as full body shivers wracked us both. The scent was...there were no words, having activated something deep inside of me that I never knew existed. Or maybe it was something deep inside of Bolt...something perfectly normal for his canine body that was like a firecracker deep in the heart of an inexperienced man. Whatever it was, I needed more. My muzzle pressed firmly against that black spade, panting and lapping at her need with reckless abandon. I'd left my bashfulness and shame at the door, hungry to please and be pleased with canine instincts guiding me every step of the way. My whole world was pleasuring her. Every ounce of focus and attention went into drinking down that sweet nectar, that dizzying cocktail of pure need as I left nothing untouched. Even as my muzzle pressed against her spade, nose slipping past the point of affection, I could think only of her moans. Her yowls. Her whimpers. Her begging for more. Eventually a new sensation entered the mix, my eyes opening wide before rolling up with my legs practically collapsing beneath me. Her paw. Her muzzle. Her soft, luxurious fur. All of them had slipped underneath me to find my own object of desire...and oh did it feel amazing. Fireworks exploded in the back of my mind, licks and strokes peppering my cock with sweet affection and rapt attention. The firm touch caressed every bit of my firm shaft, stroking and rubbing and groping before dragging a drawn out lick down to my sac. I shuddered and moaned against her body, my own muzzle covered in her pleasure as I made no effort to hide my own. She played my body like an instrument, paws dancing along the shaft and eagerly strumming the sweet symphony of my whimpering moans. We composed sensual music together, lick after stroke after huff as we let our instincts guide us. I never thought about what I should do next...she never hesitated to stroke all the right spots. Our bodies knew how to speak without words, connect without communication. Our scents and whines gave the only instructions we needed - what felt good and how badly we wanted it. I lost track of how long we bathed in our mutual pleasure, rock hard and drunk on her heat as my thoughts were only of her. We didn't know each other, but our bodies were far too worked up to care. She pressed against my muzzle. I leaned into her paw. Our fur mixed together as we stood awkwardly side by side in a contorted mess of hunger. Lust. Heat. The urges weren't just powerful...they were everything. Guiding my thoughts, moving my tongue, shifting my pulse. Part of me was confused and concerned at how little I could control my body...but only a small part. And hardly for a second. The taste...the heat...the urges...oh gods they became too much for me to handle, remembering how my entire world became that irresistibly intoxicating scent. My whole body was shivering as something felt...different. not wrong, but...different. There was no question that I had an achingly stiff erection, but something about it felt...new. Harder. Larger? No, not quite. But...something. The thoughts - even now they're a muddled mess, lost in the pheromonal frenzy of her lust. Our bodies separated for a moment, but only just. She said something. I said something. I don't think either of us understood with how incredibly horny we were. And frankly, the words didn't matter. Only the urges. Feelings. Needs. Instincts. Her tail lifted high into the air, a symbol of the raw, heated need of her body. I barely needed the signal...her spade and scent telling me everything as my rolled back sheath and fiery red length did the same for her. Our bodies were screaming incoherently in a language impossible to translate. With words impossible to say. But we felt them...fuck me did we FEEL them. And oh, what a feeling it was. Still...it paled in comparison to what was yet to come. My body stumbled toward hers, head fumbling against her back as I let out a weak whimper into her fur. My legs twitched and scrambled, reaching desperately in front of me until I grabbed her haunches and pulled up with all my strength. The world was hazy around me, the air practically clouded with raging hormones and musk as my body moved fully out of my control. Shivers rushed up my spine as my cock bounced against her rear, her hind legs, her tail, over and over again. My front paws reached around her body as my digits brushed through her fur and held on tight. Gods she was so warm...but I had no idea. My hips thrust against over and over and over until I felt something new. Slick. Hot, SO very hot. My body shifted. I felt my length press against her. Time stopped. My heart went still. My breath caught in my throat. All I could do was throw my head back in an aching yowl as her own voice joined mine in an ecstatic chorus of bliss. Pleasure is not something one can properly describe in words...and this was beyond pleasure. The heat. The pressure. The full body shiver that raced down my spine and slowly flowed into the deepest depths of my limbs. My vision blurred as that indescribably tight heat wrapped around my stiff need, my aching heat. Whatever synonym I use, nothing sounds right. Nothing fits. Nothing can do justice to that utopian bliss, that blazing inferno warming me up in the depths of winter. The sensations sank down into my bones, with my one bone pulsing and aching for even more of that overwhelming touch. Gods her body felt unbelievable...a-and hot. Burning. Blazing with the heat that only wild instincts could fuel. Further and further, I could feel more of myself slipping away as my muzzle opened against her neck, yowling and moaning yap of a bark of a huff to escape from deep in my lungs. My breath had disappeared, taken by that all-consuming, ever-growing urge. At some point I bit down on the nape of her neck, causing that already insatiable heat to grow ever wilder. My eyes rolled up toward the sky - I could FEEL how aroused I was as my need dropped from me like a spigot that refused to shut off. As the fur of my sheath brushed against those soft lips, that tantalizing spade, my hips gave a buck out of pure instinct - raw need. She helped out a moan, pressing back against me while saying something that was beyond my comprehension. I was gone. There in body but hardly in mind. Any coherent thought had left my brain and raced between my legs, entirely focused on my rock hard throbbing cock. It wasn't something I'd felt before. It wasn't fully in my control. It was...i-it was... ...fucking great. My hips pulled back before I could comprehend the action, inch after inch of my slick shaft pulling out while a chill rushed all through my body. The warmth immediately left my cock, body begging for heat like a cat screaming for attention. But my body wouldn't listen...at least, not yet. Each bit of my overstimulated prick that slid from her spade brought another aching chill as I whined and moaned into her fur. My nose twitched as our mixed scents sent me into a whirlpool of urges and sensations, the whole world becoming nothing more than hunger. Craving. Lust. Need. My tapered tip was almost free before my body could stand it no longer, arching my back as I thrust right back in. We both shifted and huffed as those sensations immediately returned. All that heat, all that pressure, all that wild need. It all struck at once. I'd never felt so hard, so horny, so unbeLIEVABLY in need of more. It was like someone flipped the switch in my mind and took away any sense of logic or control, emptying it all out of my mind to ensure there was space for...more pleasure. More heat. More pressure. More of her. More. More. MORE! And ohhhh did we get more. I got more of her warm, welcoming body. She got more of my stiff, pleasurable need. And we both got more pleasure than our bodies had room for. I felt my sheath against her body once more and acted by instinct, hips pulling back out as I welcomed the chill against my cock once more. The contrast...the dueling temperatures, the sheer lack of control I felt. It was all so exhilarating. So freeing, so...s-so good, so hot, so whatever the fuck you want to call it I just knew we needed more. I rolled my hips toward her body and was rewarded with those soft, strong legs meshing with my waist, the thrusts happening faster and more frequently. Before either of us knew it, we had built up a steady rhythm that felt automatic and natural. I was hardly trying to move, my instincts guiding me with a firm grasp and a laser focus on sating my needs. And frankly? They were doing a fucking fantastic job. How much time had passed? How long did we stand there, rutting like our lives depended on it? Not long enough, nowhere NEAR long enough. That pressure built up so high, my shaft aching from how stiff and hard and wet it was. Every thrust was another jolt of adrenaline straight to my heart, electric fire racing through my veins and setting my body on fire. I was a whimpering, drooling mess, not proud of my current state but fucking DESPERATE to keep going. It was my only thought. My only goal. My only want in life - reaching that peak and...a-and something else. I didn't know what but my body needed it. Badly. SO very badly. Each time my hips bet hers was another blissful moment of pure torture, moaning and whining and whimpering as I felt her heat flare up suddenly. She shook beneath me, paws pressing into the ground as a sudden rush of slick heat made my legs shake and body go numb. I was close. So close. So so so close. She'd reached her limit and was begging for more, body and barks both yelling at me to hump. Fuck. Mount. Mate. Please. Pleasure. Anything and everything. And I wanted to. Ohhhh how I wanted to. Even with her peak, even with my legs practically going wild and my hips bucking like mad...there was something holding me back. Something. Something big. Something...twitching. I-I could...I could feel it, like it wa-MNFF. Fuck!! Oh gods a bit more. Juhh...j-just a bit more, the thick bulb at the base of my cock grew without me realizing. That was it. My...knot? Th-that was...haaaahh every brush against her spade was...M-My thoughts. Mind. Everything just...h-huhhh... heat. Burning heat. Heavy. Pulsing. ACHING HEAT. Fuck me I-O needed this. I needed her, I-I've never...n-naahhhtt...the howls and barks, they t-took over. Our w-words, long gone. Forgotten. Useless. E-everything was...i-is...suh...s-something changed. Tight. Hot. Weak. Hard, SO HARD. Another thrust. More heat. Tighter. Wet. Warm, suhhhh...w-waaahrm...h-hah, fuck fuck fuck I was...I w-was...M-My knot. Further. Harder. Deeper. Heavier. Suddenly, the pressure? Gone? Reprieve, more heat. Warmth. Slick. Tight! But then. Th-then I...o-one last pull. Drew back. Pulled back. Hips apart, cock...stuck. A tug...pressure. heat. fire - s-so tight!!!! heart p-pounding muzzle opening howling out biting her fur I-I couldn't hold back I had...h-h-haaaa-ahh...had to...fuck fuck FUCK!!!! My paws curled tight around her hind legs. I threw my head back and howled. Everything went dark for a brief moment. And I hit the most. Unbelievable. Absolutely mind-melting. Ethereal climax I had EVER felt. I tried to pull my hips back, but instead dove headfirst into my pleasure, twitching and shaking and moaning as I let everything go. My hips bucked wildly, legs wobbling as my thoughts vanished with each pump of my cock. Oh gods was it more than I could bear, ears pressed back against my head as my tail went wild and my tongue hung out over my black lips, curled into a dumb. My eyelids dropped, paws pulling her body against mine as that tugging and pulling milked me of every ounce of seed I had. Nothing...NOTHING could compare to that feeling, my mind practically fading to nothing as that tight knot tested my tie over and over and over. I didn't have to question if she enjoyed it as much as I did given how...REMARKABLY hot her body became. That heat filled my length as I couldn't stop the pulsing, every shot another howling moan as I came over and over and over again. Fuck was it wonderful! Letting the seconds tick by slowly as flowing molasses while we laid there in that feral union, two canines in the throws of their heat giving in to their wild instinctual temptations. How long had I been tied to her? It didn't matter - her spade hugged me tight and refused to let go. Words had shifted to grunts and growls and moans and whimpers as my body was no longer mine to control. I'd fully given into the lust. WE'D fully given into the lust. Pump after pump, clench after clench, our bodies embraced the messy yet irresistible dance of succumbing to temptation. We were intertwined with one another, bodies connected both physically and instinctively as every slight jerk meant another pull against my knot. Each tug was another shot of pure adrenaline, liquid lightning directly to my dogged heart and canid cock. Perhaps not my most flowing of descriptors, but with an orgasm like that? Art no longer held meaning. My high eventually ebbed, the blissful nirvana fading away as my body grew weak. My jaws released her nape as heavy, greedy gulps of air did their best to cool my burning heat. Each breath slowly brought my cognition back into my grasp, struggling to hold it in thumbless paws that shook and fumbled around my sated companion's haunches. I could feel the energy draining from my body, a yelp escaping from me as the golden doodle's body collapsed to the floor. She was in much the same state as I, the two of us simply allowing the other to exist as the remnants of that pulsing, aching heat kept us joined at the hip. The silence was broken only by our pants, lasting for ages before the dog beneath me spoke with a breathless huff. "D...D-dam. Never realized how...h-how good dogs got it." My heart stopped. My eyes grew wide. "Dogs...wait are you..." I couldn't finish the thought, too dumbfounded at the sheer impossibility of the moment. Her head shifted, turning just enough to catch my eye as I saw a familiar flicker of recognition behind her own. "Well uh...dunno how to explain this Pooch, but I'm really a-" "Human?? Y-you're not, I mean you woke up in, or I mean more like..." My eloquent epiphany was explained clear as a storm cloud, but somehow she grasped the point. Her expression shifted, reflecting mine as realization dawned upon both of us simultaneously. "You're a human to-" Again the thought was interrupted as we came to the understanding of just how tight of a tie dogs can have. Her body tugged against my knot once more, my white furred body experiencing a sudden aftershock of sensations as I bit my lip in a weak pseudo-climax. My hips rolled against hers once more, need stiffening as I felt a weak twitch with one final burst of my list escaping me. It triggered a small chain reaction as her body tender before relaxing, pressing back against me in a reminder of how truly overwhelming canine lust could be. "M-mmhf!! Muh...m-maybe we don't, u-uhm..." "Shut it t-tillaaaahh! T-til we're n-nuhhh...s-stuck like this?" All I could do was manage a weak nod between soft, aching whimpers of euphoria shivering down my body. She huffed and moaned in response, the two of us aching to figure out what happened and connect on our shared situation. However...the call of the wild was far stronger than either of us could comprehend. The exhaustion, the complete lack of energy as we both floated in a daze of post-mounting stupid far outweighed any other abilities or desires. And so, we remained in that knotted bind until we could keep our eyes open no longer. I was the first to doze off, her curly locks the softest of silken sheets that welcomed my body eagerly to the realm of sleep. I know not how long I laid there...but I do know the dreams I had were truly...well. Tales for another time. For now? As I wake up with my knot no longer an issue and another human turned canine beneath me? There were questions to be asked. Mysteries to be solved. Explanations to unearth. And... ...perhaps more knotting to be done. After all, our heat had only just begun...