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This story was written for Diz Foley as Day #15 of Kinktober 2018. Today's kink was "Heat" and the story contains transformation, masturbation and suggestions of M/F sex between consenting adults. ^^

New Needs for a New World

A loose, light green dress drifted past Dan on a gentle breeze as he stumbled towards him home. He nearly tripped over a dishevelled and abandoned suit sprawled out across the pavement, and as he rounded the corner and began to stagger and push desperately onward towards his suburban home, he saw a fox shaking itself free of the same blue jumpsuit that one of his neighbours tended to be wearing as he made his way home from the garage where he worked as a mechanic. This street, like all the others he'd passed since abandoning his car in a panic on the more congested roads of the city's outskirts, was rife with animals seemingly lost in varying states ranging somewhere between confusion, anger and pure terror. He looked inside another house as he passed it by and saw a bull with a shirt buttoned up and caught on its horns kicking and flailing as it bellowed in obvious fright. He saw a cat clawing at a front door trying to get inside a different house while two smaller kittens mewled sorrowfully by its side. He saw a trio of dogs whining, barking at one another not in territorial anger or playfulness, but as though they were desperately trying and failing to understand one another, and inside a thankfully large minivan a lioness hunkered down and just stared out at the world beyond, every bit as panicked as everyone else despite her far greater relative size and strength as an apex predator.

By the time Dan reached the front door of his house, black and white fur was already spreading over his hands as he gave a cry of horror upon trying to open the door. He pushed inside, racing through to the downstairs bathroom, slamming the door behind him and pushing it until the handle definitively clicked its catch into place. Stumbling once more over shoes that no longer fit properly, he rushed to the mirror and stared into its reflective embrace in absolute dismay. The face staring back at him was not his own, even though he could instinctively tell that the reflection was him. It was a hybrid, a twisted and still changing form half way between human male and... dog, perhaps? He tore off his clothes, his jacket, his shirt, his pants, kicking his shoes aside beforehand to reveal feet rapidly shrinking into padded, claw-tipped paws. For a few moments he just stared at his naked body as it was covered by a lush coat of black and white patched fur, as his ears rose up towards the top of his head, growing pointed but with slightly floppy tips, and as his mouth extended into a muzzle. He cried out over and over again, echoing the words he'd heard from countless people as they changed too, as this impossible, unthinkable and utterly unanticipated curse swept across what had sounded like the entire world.

"No... no no no, please no..."

But soon enough, he couldn't cry out any more as he felt the changes to his external body beginning to internalise. Vocal chords twisted and shifted in what range of speech they allowed. He felt his organs shifting, altering location as his entire torso changed its shape, as his head tilted further and further back upon his neck. The last thing he saw in the mirror before he collapsed onto all fours was four pairs of perky, surprisingly swollen pink nipples protruding from the fluff of his stomach and chest, and then he was whimpering rather than crying out, whining rather than screaming as he felt a tail burst from between what were now his hind legs, and watched as his thumbs, his hands melted away into yet another pair of agile but far less useful canine paws.

The looks of panic, of confusion and terror on all those animals faces soon made a whole lot of sense as Dan felt his transformation drawing to a close, only to realise something which in the midst of the transformation he had not for a moment considered. His mind, his thoughts, his awareness and memories... they were all still his own. He had simply assumed that this change, as it had stripped each and every person he had seen afflicted by it of their physical humanity, would also strip them of their intellect. Their personalities. Everything that they were, and render them nothing more than the animals that they had become. Indeed as he had changed and felt canine instincts creeping in alongside the physical changes, an innate understanding of smells, of scents and their meaning, a curiosity and a more primal hunger for food than the simple desiring of dinner that he had possessed before, Dan had become even more convinced of that fact, and all this while had just been waiting for his humanity to ebb away just as those canine senses had flooded into him.

But now, now he knew the truth that all those other animals had known. The reasons why they all looked so scared and angry, not just because of the presence of so many other strange creatures around them like Dan had first assumed. They were scared, and they were angry because they remembered who they were; who and what they had been, and they were scared, they were filled with rage because they knew what they had been reduced to, blended with instead.

Except... weirdly, Dan wasn't nearly as terrified as he had thought he would be now. He wasn't panicking any more. He wasn't freaking out, not because he was okay with the idea of the world ending or spending the rest of his life as what very much looked and felt like a border collie, but rather because of a different feeling running through his body in that moment which was distracting him. A feeling born not of his human mind, but of his canine body, which was already drawing on a seemingly substantial portion of his mental energy to keep at bay, and which now that he actually found himself thinking consciously about it was growing more prominent and impossible to ignore by the second.

Dan whined, and found himself looking around at his hindquarters. He looked at his tail as it began to wag not in happiness, but almost like it was trying to cause a breeze. To cause a scent to drift and spread, which of course thanks to the extractor fan present to carry moisture out of the bathroom and out onto the street beyond it most definitely would. His head bowed as the sensation grew more intense, and his face flushed as he found himself compelled to... to do something extremely personal and intimate. For a moment his forepaws flexed, but then he realised the body he was inhabiting, and he whined loudly as he realised how a creature of his species, or rather of the species into which he had transformed would do what it was he was thinking about doing, what he found himself wanting to do.

Awkwardly, Dan began to shuffle into position, or rather into some semblance of a position that he hoped would let him do, or at least attempt to do what he was thinking about. He settled his backside down on the tiled floor only to scoot it forward a little, yelping as he almost toppled over onto his back, not used to balancing on the base of a tail, but catching himself at the last moment. With his newly furred cheeks all aglow with embarrassment, he bowed his head down between his legs, looked at his new anatomy and...

A howl rang out through the house in shock, in confusion and sudden realisation as Dan realised why these feelings felt so familiar and yet so alien. It wasn't because he was a dog now. It wasn't to do with his species at all. The reason why he could tell that he was definitely horny, but why it felt so different from normal, was because of his genitalia. Not a furred pair of balls and a sheath from which a red rocket of a knotted cock was protruding, but a plump, swollen and red-fleshed opening with a prominent lump at its apex. Not merely a needy cock that couldn't control itself, but a pussy which before Dan's eyes was leaking to a degree that made the mind inhabiting this dog's body... this female dog's body, realise that she wasn't merely horny at all.

She was in heat, and it was as that very thought crashed through Dan's mind while the border collie's nose flared with the sudden realisation of her own scent's strength, that she heard a bark from outside. From beyond the bathroom window and the extractor fan's exit above it. The gruff, urgent barking of another dog. And then another. And another, and...

Dan tried not to think about what those dogs wanted. Why they had been drawn here and why there were no longer just moping around worrying about their new bodies as she should have been. In her attempts not to think about it though, she only found herself doing so all the more. Worrying not just about what those dogs might want to do if they got into the bathroom with her somehow, but panicking as she felt her heart race and her pussy surge with arousal at just how strongly, just how desperately she wanted that to happen. And of course, all that was presuming that these were dogs which had formerly been people. They could just have easily been strays. Dogs who had escaped as their owners began to transform, fleeing on leashes dragging forgotten across the ground before finally catching her scent. Feral hounds driven wild, mindless almost by the intensity of her heat stricken pheromones being pumped out of the house through the bathroom fan, and luring every eligible male canine for some distance around to her doorstep.

Once again the collie's eyes bulged, and her nether regions convulsed as she heard another burst of loud barking, but this time not through the bathroom window. In a flash of memory, human memory, she recalled her former self rushing into the house and... and though she had sealed herself in the bathroom without delay, she had made no effort to close the front door behind her. Clawed paws scrabbled against the other side of the wooden door, and as a dog barked then whined at her, a loud snuffling echoing through the tiny gap beneath the door, the border collie was terrified by just how quickly, how eagerly she whined back. No. No no no, she couldn't want this. She couldn't want to let that dog in, no matter what her biology was telling her. She wasn't some wild animal or stray pet. She was a person. She was Dan. She could control herself and... but, oh god, it would feel so good to get fucked. To get bred, filled with puppies in waiting. To feel a thick knot throbbing inside her. Tugging, teasing, grinding against her clit as the dog in question humped away, making her howl. Making her cum. Freeing her from the searing fury of this heat.

More barking through the bathroom door. More claws on the woodwork. The door rattled, a deep bark following. Heavier in tone and likely in weight. Oh god. She'd seen a great dane out there on her way in. Imagine him atop her. Imagine the size of his... she yelped and skittered over to the door, paws sliding on the smooth tile, and for a few moments she whined and clawed back at the woodwork, sniffing, inhaling the mingled scents of more than one male on the far side. Only then did she pull back, Dan's mind fighting against the instincts of the border collie with everything she had. She told herself that she didn't need it. That she didn't need a male to satisfy herself, no matter what instinct and biology told her. The fact was, if she needed to cum in order for her heat to go away, which as far as Dan knew might have been accurate, she didn't need a man for that. She didn't need anyone else.

Assuming the same position as before, Dan wasted no time in pressing her face down between her legs. The scent of her pussy was overwhelming, but even through it the border collie swore she could smell men. Males, whining, clawing, scratching and pushing at the door while more loud howls and barks echoed from around the house as though more and more dogs were arriving by the second. She ignored them, or tried anyway. She tried to tell herself she wasn't thinking about them, wasn't listening, smelling, waiting in vain hope that somehow the bathroom door would be smashed open and a whole pack of virile dogs would come barrelling in ready to fight over her before the biggest, the strongest of the lot claimed her for himself and filled her pussy with his cock, her womb with his seed.

She tried to act like that wasn't the exact fantasy which filled her mind as she swept her tongue across her own pussy for the first time, a potent gush of fluids leading to her scent getting heavier in the air and the dogs beyond the bathroom door barking, snarling, fighting harder than ever to get in as she began to whimper and yelp in pleasure. Her tongue found itself doing a remarkably good job on her pussy and her swollen, throbbing clit despite the fact that this was in effect the border collie's first ever attempt at masturbation. She seemed to be a natural at it, and yet as incredible as it felt all that stimulation was doing nothing to relieve the ache of her heat, only intensifying it further for her and proving ever more alluring to the dogs, feral or former humans themselves, beyond.

The door handle rattled a few moments later, and from between her own legs the border collie whined a keening, overwhelmed whine of shock and yet realisation as she thought back to something that had crossed her mind just a handful of seconds prior. The dogs beyond the door, feral or former humans. Former humans, with their intellect at least partially intact, their minds aware just as Dan was aware right now. No, they couldn't speak. They couldn't communicate traditionally to one another in even the most basic ways. But, even in their limited bodies... there were surely still some basic tricks that they could pull off. Tricks like pulling down on a door handle, and opening a bathroom door that was closed, but not locked.

The handle rattled again, and for a moment began to turn downward before springing back up as a loud and frustrated yelp from beyond was followed by another loud thud against the door, like a heavy weight was being pressed forcibly against it. Once more the handle began to turn, though this time it moved far more slowly as the scraping and rattling of other clawed paws continued. Carefully, methodically while the border collie peered up from between her legs, still tonguing herself no longer in even the slightest attempt to deny herself the need for companionship, but instead simply to ensure that she was even more worked up, even more excited for the smart, capable and well deserving mate who awaited her on the far side of that wooden divide.

Soon, he would be with her. Soon, they would be together, and then everything would be okay. The world might have changed, life the way Dan and perhaps everyone else on the planet might well have come to an end, but there was hope. Sweet, wonderful, deliriously stimulating hope, because the border collie knew that when her heat was sated and she had a litter of puppies growing inside her swelling belly, she would have a purpose. She would have a goal in life, to protect them, to watch them grow and flourish before her eyes. And if that came to pass, no matter the world in which it happened, that would be a triumph. It would be a success worth celebrating no matter her form, and of course, in the more immediate present... it would feel absolutely incredible as she let it happen, as she made it happen.

The border collie yelped loudly against her own pussy as it began to gush and spray across her panting, gasping muzzle in the throes of a sudden, violently pleasurable orgasm at the behest of her tongue. A mere moment later though the door handle sank to a totally vertical, downward facing position, and the still shuddering, writhing, cumming collie yelped anew as sure enough the great dane from outside surged into the room... but not alone. Four, five, six other dogs poured into the room with the obvious former human, and as he barked and snarled and began to try and fend them off, a greyhound which looked familiar to the collie, so very familiar raced over and nuzzled at her while the others were distracted. He pushed her muzzle away from her crotch, and replaced her tongue with his own for a few moments before sliding over her. Mounting her as she instinctively rose to her feet, and...

In a flash of memory, Dan recalled where he knew the greyhound from. At a neighbourhood barbeque that summer, he recalled meeting the sister of the host. She visited him every couple of months, and she always brought her dog with her. A beautiful, sleek greyhound.

For a split-second the border collie panicked as she realised what this dog was, or rather, what he wasn't.

Not a human. Not a former human. Just a dog. A wild, feral, horny dog.

But then he was inside her.

Then he was humping. Fucking. Driving her already orgasmic, intensely sensitive pussy wild with his breathtakingly fast thrusts while the great dane could only look on in horror as he tried to corral the other animals trying to steal this opportunity away from him. And as the greyhound got to work, the border collie could only pant, only whimper and paw at the ground before her as her juices dripped and trickled down between her legs, and her eyes rolled back in pure, satisfied bliss.

This was a new world. A new, strange, and impossible world. And while this wasn't the start she had expected for it, while it wasn't what she had perhaps hoped, even... as the collie howled, and climaxed, and felt the greyhound's knot swelling, inflating within her to lock their bliss-stricken bodies together, she knew without doubt that it was exactly what she needed.

By Jeeves

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