FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

You could hand out just about whatever you wanted at a party anymore, as long as you were able to convince people that it was part of a theme.

Dog treats wouldn't normally have found their way into an ordinary food bowl, but the hosts went out of their way to make sure that pets and humans alike would feel welcome at their holiday party, and the reactions of some of the guests as they dared each other to so much as sniff one of the small, bone-shaped morsels were worth the cost of the box.

Most people were wise enough not to actually partake in one, but they'd all been given plenty of time to prepare. As people funneled in from the cold and hung their coats and hats by the front door, Kyle rushed right in, taking just enough time to knock his shoes on the rug so that he would track in any snow or dirt.

He was starving. With a start time of 8 PM on the invites, and most people arriving fashionably late regardless, the average guest had a chance to grab a small snack or have a late lunch before they came over. Dinner wasn't being served until much later in the night in the hopes of keeping the party going until the wee hours of the morning, but Kyle didn't have the patience to wait until then to eat.

Most of the charcuterie trays and veggie platters had already been picked clean. "Guess I wasn't the only one who came hungry," he muttered. His frustration with his stomach was only equaled by the anger he felt for his job: if not for being forced to stay a couple hours late at work, he would have had a chance to run through a drive-thru and grab a sandwich or some fries before coming over.

As it was, he was still in his plain, boring work clothes, while everyone around him wore festive shades of red and green, causing him to stick out for all the wrong reasons.

He wasn't going to do anything to help his cause when he saw steam rising from a dog bowl.

The party was infested with canines and felines of all varieties, and treats were spread out throughout the house to keep everyone happy. Much to the shock of the hosts, the majority of the animals were getting along amicably, without the presence of a feisty cat or a loud, overbearing dog to ruin the mood. People were told only to bring their pets if they could behave and for the most part, they actually were.

That didn't stop Kyle from attracting a few new friends as he approached the bowl and looked down into it. Freshly baked dog treats were sitting in a heap in the middle of the dish, assumed to be of a superior quality to those that were poured from the lesser lips of a cardboard box. They were a special treat for the dogs of the hosts; keeping them far away from the other pets was already proving to be a struggle but leaving them up on a counter was a good enough measure, thus far.

That wasn't going to stop Kyle from darting his eyes back and forth as he picked up one of the lukewarm treats. He was still convinced that this was all part of an elaborate prank, with the entire party staring him down and waiting for him to take a bite. The weight of their stare carried very real gravity, to the point that his shoulders hunched up in discomfort as he lifted the treat to his lips.

They could be staring at something else, he told himself. Just eat the damn thing. You're starving.

Putting on a brave smile in case he was being filmed, Kyle tossed the treat right into his mouth and chewed without further hesitation. He'd never tried a dog treat before, leaving him without a preconceived notion of how it should_taste; it wasn't sweet whatsoever, but there was a hint of savory flavor that wasn't entirely unpleasant to his human palette. After a few seconds of tossing the morsel around on his tongue, he found it was _tolerable, to the extent that he might come back for another when no one was looking.

"Not the worst thing I've ever eaten," he paused to politely stifle a burp. "That's for sure. Being a dog in this house wouldn't be so bad if this is the kind of treatment they get!"

Trying to think of the last time he'd treated himself to a nice, home-cooked meal, Kyle did his best not to get jealous of the canines that still gathered around him. What rose from the depths of his soul wasn't envy, but sympathy with their situation, being forced to wait for the treats that they'd been behaving so well for.

He was of a mind to sneak a couple more for his new friends down below, and their tails wagged in unison as he began to reach for the bowl.

Picking up a treat was a difficult task, and when he turned to look and see what was wrong with his hand, he noticed the bridge of his nose was blocking his view much further out than it should have been.

"Did my fingers just get really greasy?" he vocalized his thoughts as he lifted his hand higher, ignoring the strange growth of his nose in favor of inspecting his digits.

They'd grown thick in mere seconds, with fingertips that were growing wider and tougher as each knuckle shortened and moved back toward his palm.

"Wh...what the..."

Kyle bit his tongue as he tried to curse, finding the odd growth didn't stop at his nose. His teeth felt too large for the mouth that they were stuffed in, and his tongue quickly spilled over the front of his incisors and hung over his lower lip as he struggled to speak.

Must be an allergic reaction. I'm swelling up all over the place! Kyle wrongly assumed. For fear of embarrassment, he didn't want to try to ask for help in his current state, leaving him to fumble over his own mouth, He tried to cover his lips with his hands and utterly failed as his left hand began mimicking the right, with digits that were too short to be useful for much of anything, and knuckles that were thick and knobby. Fingertips that were reasonably smooth to the touch were covered over completely by rugged pawpads, with webbing that grew between each finger, limiting his dexterity such that he couldn't quite fish his phone out of his pocket to text for help.

How he hadn't drawn more attention, he wasn't sure, but he was grateful for it as the short, blondish hair on his arms grew up like fertilized weeds, thickening into a coat of plush, warm fur. It sprouted up across his flesh all the way to his elbows before the pace slowed, but it never fully stopped; his body was simply changing in too many ways for him to keep track of.

The terrible itch growing up from the pit of his stomach wasn't helping him to focus one bit. Nails that were once too stubby to be of any use were sharpening as he ran them up and down over his torso, trying to scratch his way to satiation, but fur was growing in thin, golden patches and covering up his flesh, making it that much harder to reach the flesh beneath, all while a new kind of resistance kept him from tugging his shirt up and over his head.

His nipples were larger and thicker than before, and it wasn't until cotton rubbed against them and made him tremble with delight that he noticed how sensitive they'd become.

What the fuck is happening to me? Why did I enjoy that so much?

Normally flat of chest and slim of body, Kyle felt his center of gravity shifting just a little as he wobbled through the process of yanking his t-shirt over his head. Small as they were, supple breasts were starting to grow into life upon his chest, with the cutest coating of peach fuzz fur to surround the budding areolas, while leaving them completely visible. More of the same was trailing down toward his manhood, but upon gazing over his transformed chest, he couldn't help a jolt of panic cutting through his otherwise shameless delight.

People were finally starting to take notice of the commotion as Kyle tugged rapidly at his belt and tossed it aside, just in time to see the shaft of his cock retreating toward his body, literally shrinking down and out of existence.

Only the rounded tip of his member remained, and it was rapidly shrinking with the rest of his masculine flesh, until the glans pressed up to the edge of his crotch and merged with the flesh that was already gone. Size was fading by the second and fur was growing in around it, until the once proud tip of Kyle's dick was little more than the nub of an excited clit, and the swollen balls that once swung between his thighs were a thing of the past...but something new was forming in their place, just below the top of his painfully sensitive clitoris.

Wet before they even properly existed, folds of slightly pouted flesh were growing into life from Kyle's body, every bit as impossible to explain as the slow travel of his ears as they slid up toward the top of his head and grew, the once rounded flesh turning sharp and pointing at the ceiling.

No...no, you can't...not in front of all these people...

Kyle knew that he wouldn't be able to fight the urge off forever. His curiosity would have gotten the better of him before too long regardless, even if there wasn't a sudden, _pressing_lust running through the whole of his body.

He, or rather, she couldn't help letting one of her paws slide down the front of her body, examining the rapidly disappearing spots of skin and flesh. An underbelly of fluffy, golden fur was nearly complete, save for a few small bumps that were rising up from her torso; they were sensitive, but not enough to distract her from going after the ultimate goal.

She went right for the hooded nub of her clit as it took proper shape, and her inexperience left her a panting, whimpering mess. Already inflated by the tainted treat, her libido continued to expand and consume the whole of her being as she gave herself a crash course on pleasure, trying to use her less dexterous paws to rub and grind herself to a desperately needed climax.

They're staring...judging me...but I don't fucking care! This feels unbelievable!

Her old name wouldn't mean that much to her anymore, but Kylie was too busy having fun with her new body to worry about nomenclature confusion. The party was coming to halt around her as everyone tried to make heads or tails of what was going on, and the pets who were privy to the situation couldn't help getting in closer and examining their new playmate.

There was still plenty of human intelligence left in Kylie's form, however, and she wasn't interested in playing with any of the other dogs at the party.

"What...what the hell did I just walk into?"

Too many human guests remained for Kylie to settle on her own kind so rapidly. She fancied herself a special blend of human beauty and canine prowess; she could understand the driving force behind the lust that left her petals dripping with arousal and the extra rows of nipples upon her torso standing at attention, but still had the extra senses and instincts of a bitch in heat, eager to pair herself off with someone for the evening.

Samantha had the dubious honor of being Kylie's next target. As the golden retriever stood up from her squatted pose, her still-growing tail began to swish about, the flesh beneath the fur growing fuller and defining in shape with each pass from side to side. She ignored the people in the crowd who looked on with confusion, focusing instead on the delightful scent of spiced apple and cinnamon that followed Samantha into the kitchen as she came to investigate.

Human shame was no match for canine instinct; Samantha barely had a chance to survey the situation before Kylie bounded right into her and pounced, wrapping her arms around the newcomer. Adjusting to a muzzle was going to take time, but Kylie worked around it the best that she could, sealing an eager kiss to Samantha's lips with human precision and canine passion.

Both of them were in the limelight, and Samantha's natural inclination to push the strange creature away was quickly fading, poisoned away by the remains of the tainted chemicals on Kylie's lips. They were quicker to seep in to her flesh as saliva moved across her tongue and back down her throat, sealing her fate only moments after she'd arrived.

If she'd been there to watch the entirety of Kylie's transformation, she would have known what she was in for.

_Okay...that is not the reaction I was looking for, body. You're being kissed by a dog, _ she thought, unable to vocalize her confusion as Kylie stayed in close. Even if she had the room to breathe, she would have simply been asking if anyone else at the party was uncomfortably warm, and the source of some of her heat was coming from a place that she didn't want to admit.

Against the thin, clinging yoga pants she'd picked for the party, it was only a matter of time before moisture became apparent, but Samantha's fears were already starting to shift away from that as her intentionally ugly holiday sweater became unbearably itchy.

No. No, you cannot take that off in front of everyone! She did her best to stay rational about the situation, but her tongue was already dancing with the long, flat counterpart of her canine partner, and plentiful arousal dripped from her folds, even as they felt like they were getting tighter.

Nothing about the situation made sense, and trying to make heads or tails of it wouldn't help.

Samantha just couldn't stand the itch anymore.

Sneaking her hands down to the hem of her sweater, she was quick to yank upright once she was past her initial misgivings. The relief was instant, but it was just as quickly dashed away when she foolishly opened her eyes...and saw her breasts shrinking back and fading away under her brazier, as a crop of long, thick hairs began sprouting up over her torso.

Samantha was finally forced to break the kiss, but she couldn't separate fully from Kylie, who continued slurping at the woman's cheek throughout the transformation. The golden retriever couldn't have known she was speeding the process with every slurp, but each time her tongue crossed Samantha's face, the fur grew thicker and thicker on her tummy, until her navel was completely covered up and her pubic hair was grown back in, pushing against her yoga pants. Despite all of that, her breasts continued to shrink, and her hesitance about removing her bra became a thing of the past as she tugged the cups aside.

She was almost completely flat...but growing broader. Her clit was terribly sensitive with inexplicable arousal, but her tight, clinging pants felt as though they were rubbing a little _too_close to the nub, when her panties should have prevented that.

One thumb tugged at the waistline, and Samantha yelped as she saw the nub growing as big and thick as her nipples used to be. It quickly shot past that as her womanhood continued to shift, her folds sealing together until only the trickle of wetness they left behind remained.

The extra flesh grew up and swirled around her bulging clit like a socket of flesh, until she could hardly see that she was still growing a cock within it. The canine sheath growing around it was as much as mystery to her as the rest of the changes, but next to her tongue suddenly being too big for her mouth and her hands turning white under a field of rapidly growing fur, nothing seemed out of the ordinary anymore.

Behind it all, her mind was changing the most, as her disgust with the bitch in front of her turned to neutrality, and then rocketed past to undeniable attraction.

"This...this is a really fucked up party," she groaned, but her voice was getting deeper, and words were hard to come by as the bones in her face shifted forth. Her tongue fit within her own mouth again, but it was closer to a muzzle than anything as fur spread up her arms and neck, covering the extensions of her flesh.

Samantha knew that further words would be fruitless. She was starting to guess at what was happening even if she didn't understand how it could be, but worse still was the fact that she was ignoring the tiny voice that told her to try and escape with what little decency she had left.

That voice was Samantha being wiped out; Samuel was taking over, and as a black overcoat grew from his back and ripped the seams of the overly tight yoga pants, Kylie glanced down with lust-driven eyes.

A virile male, she thought. And he's kinda cute, too! How was he hiding underneath that girl who came in before?

Their minds were past the point of logic. Whatever was put in the dog treats destroyed any sense of modesty Kylie and Samuel once had, to the point that dropping to her knees and wiggling her ass in the air felt so natural to Kylie that she didn't think twice about it.

Almost fully transformed, the border collie who'd arrived late to the party wasn't going to delay any longer. He dropped right down behind her as the last tatters of his clothing fell away, and like a proper canine, the tip of his cock began to emerge just as he started thrusting aimlessly at Kylie's haunches.

Glasses shattered on the floor and guests began moving awkwardly for the door as Samuel found his goal without even looking. The rest of his shaft began to emerge at the tip of his member brushed against the decidedly canine labia of Kylie's womanhood, and a mingled cry of human lust and canine delight escaped her lips as she tried pushing back against him.

Her folds were unnaturally wet, even with the excuse of her heat to blame; Samuel pushed inside of her so easily that he nearly fell back out of her on the second thrust, but his paws were quick to wrap around the underside of her body as he locked himself in.

A pair of dogs taking out their sexual frustrations on each other in the kitchen wasn't the kind of entertainment that people were expecting for the holiday party, but no one would be able to stop what had started. Samuel's hips were quick to turn into a blur like a proper, canine male, and Kylie adapted quickly to the role of being a bitch in heat, her body yielding to his powerful thrusts without a second thought about it.

The sounds of sex filled the first floor of the party as guests continued to rush out the front door...

...Samuel and Kylie didn't notice a thing.

She's tight...she's fucking good! Samuel thought, his claws grinding against the thick, plush fur upon Kylie's belly, just barely missing the long rows of nipples that ran down her torso. Can't wait to pump her little cunt full of my pups...

His testicles had only come into existence moments before then, but already they were tight to his body as his sack tensed up around them. Kylie's claws dug harshly into the hardwood floor and raked tiny rivets into the pattern as she braced herself under the larger male, her long, moist tongue dangling over the side of her muzzle and bouncing between her fangs as she waited for the blessing that her body so desperately needed.

Just fill me up already! Her mental anguish continued as the itch of her estrus tormented her even further. I didn't think he'd last so long...it's so fucking good, but I need that cum!

Panting and writhing beneath her new lover, Kylie howled out with delight when she finally felt the first rush of seed across her deflowered passage. Plentiful mess built up within her inner walls, the luckiest bursts of cum reaching her womb and settling within as the unlucky excess began spilling back out over the stretched, happily fucked lips of her entrance.

Samuel put a stop to that almost instantly as the last of his canine features emerged, his thick, bulbous knot squeezing through her passage with surprising ease. It popped into place and finally brought a halt to his domineering thrusts, but his body continued to rock gently atop of her as he panted with his efforts...even when he became still, Kylie could feel her body gently swaying back and forth, as if she'd spent the entire day on a boat on choppy waters.

She knew that the border collie would be an effective lover, but she hadn't guessed their session would end with exactly what started it.

Still? I'm still fucking horny?

In the afterglow, Kylie could only lower her head and groan as Samuel affectionately lapped at the back of her ear, but that was little more than a tease to her.

She'd need even more cum for her heat to be sated...but she wasn't the only one who needed to go another round.