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Transformed College Days

Part 3

For Puffinking

By Draconicon

On her knees with a cock in her face: not how Janice saw her afternoon going, but in that moment, she couldn't think of anything better. That throbbing, twitching, eager cock was there, and it was just for her, unshared with those that might not treat it as well. She was -

No, no...

That voice in the back of her head, that little bit of annoyance, that little bit of fear was holding her back, and she didn't want to be held back anymore. Aided by the hand on the back of her head, she leaned in, pressing her nostrils to the warm fur at the base of the sheath, sucking at the soft smell that clung to that wonderful manhood. It was hot, a little spicy, a little bitter, but so good. So familiar, so hooooot.

Her head was spinning, her body half-limp from the tease she was getting. So perfectly good, so wonderful vacant. She was a good girl -

Mmmph...

That phrase kept making that little part in the back of her mind so upset, but it was true, wasn't it? She was a good girl, on her knees, following orders as that shaft slowly grew across her muzzle. The Border Collie groaned under her breath, huffing hot, her mouth hanging open and her nose sliding from the meeting point of sheath and sac to those heavy balls proper. She nosed them upwards, letting them rest on the end of her muzzle before allowing them to drop back down again, dragging her nose against the hot, slippery shaft. The sheath juices were already drying on it, but she could still smell them, every breath dragging her further and further down into that happy place.

"Heh, you like that, Janice?"

"Mmm...hot cock..."

"You better believe it. All the bitches drool for it."

Good girls drool. So, she drooled. Her mouth hung open, a little string of spit starting to roll from the corner of her mouth. She stared at the shaft so happily, her tongue lolling out as she kept nuzzling it, sniffing it, taking in the sheer wonder of its masculinity. It was the epitome of what a canine should have between their legs.

It certain dwarfed what she had had as a male...when she had been a male...

There was no anger from the other side this time. Maybe it was finally dying off. Maybe that part that wanted to be so independent, that wanted to be so 'male', was finally learning its lesson.

Not that she cared at that moment. She had cock to play with. She could finally scratch that itch.

Janice tried to pull back a little bit, but Ajax grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, grinding her up against him as he sat on the edge of a desk. She moaned, unable to stop the head-spinning lust that kept affecting her as she breathed in his scent, his power, his wonder. His hot cock was driving her mad, her pussy juicing like crazy between her legs, her booty shorts all but soaked to her skin.

"That's not enough, is it, girl?"

"Mmmph...no..."

"Good girls want dick in their mouth, don't they?"

"Good girls...always want dick..."

"Always, huh?"

"Fuck yeah...always...all the time..."

"You always want dick, then, Janice?"

"Fuck yeah..."

Fuck...no...

That annoying little voice. It was so quiet, now, so quiet, but it still kept coming up. But the more of a good girl she was, the quieter that it seemed to get. That meant...

She knew what she needed to do. She needed to suck. Janice pulled her head back, keeping that smile on her muzzle, and dragged her lolling tongue up along that throbbing shaft, making her way from the base to the head. Her new man groaned as she did, letting her work, and she did everything that she could think of to make it hotter.

Drag the tongue right along the urethral bulge? Check.

Make her way to the head slowly but firmly? Check.

Fondle those balls on the way? Check.

Slather the tip with spit, following the flattened bit of the head? Check.

And by the time that she pulled it between her lips, by the time that she started sucking on him properly, he was moaning his head off. His toes were curled, his tail wagging, and he grinned down at her like some proud pup owner rather than just some random jock.

"Goddamn. Someone's got experience with that mouth."

Only one big Event of experience, but it was more than enough. Good girls did what they were told. Good girls took it bareback. Good girls took it wherever their men wanted them to take it, mouth, pussy, or ass, or even on them.

Oh yes, on her. On her and all over her. That would be fucking hot.

But not yet. Not when she was still savoring it. Not when she was killing that little voice in the back of her head with this hot cock.

Swallow. Thrust. Swallow. Thrust. That was the fucking cadence as she worked her mouth down to the base and then back to the tip, her throat refusing to gag. She had gotten that worked out of her at the locker room Event, when she had been turned into this. She had lost all the ability to gag on a cock, been forced to learn to take things this big and bigger.

This was easy.

This was something she wanted.

This was something she needed.

Up, down, up, down, taking that fat cock right down to the base, feeling the knot already starting to form against her lips. She could feel the pre-cum running against her tongue, the hot slime already coating the inside of her mouth and reminding her how good it was to be used like this.

Hot...salty...

The flavor was just as strong as she remembered, so different, so distinct. It was nothing like the times when the 'twins' had forced her down and made her part of a daisy chain, or when they had ended up eating each other out from time to time. No, this was different. This was man.

And she loved it.

She moaned as she bobbed up and down, feeling the hot smoothness of his shaft between her lips, the tapered point of his cock nudging her tongue whenever she pulled all the way back, then feeling it guiding the shaft towards her throat. She always swallowed for him when he reached the back, feeling him grinding there, holding there, then pulling back.

Soon, he was all but fucking her throat, and the urge to submit made it too easy for her to just let it happen. His hands guided her. His cock filled her. It gave her purpose and it gave her reason.

And that was wonderful.

A good girl did this for any man that asked. A good girl did this for the males in her life without question. A good girl...a good girl...

I am a good girl...

And a good girl kept going, never stopping until she was told. So, she surrendered her body in that moment, allowing her head and throat to become nothing more and nothing less than Ajax's fleshlight in that moment. She could feel him groaning, could feel his balls churning as she held them in the palm of her hand.

Soon...soon...

But not soon enough. He finally pulled out of her mouth, grunting, slapping his cock against her cheek a few times. She gasped, too, her hair soon stained in his pre-cum, feeling it running through the strands. Indignation warred with arousal, and arousal won as she smiled with a blush.

"How was that?" she asked with a shy pink tint to her cheeks.

"Good start."

"Start?"

"I don't just want oral. A good girl like you should know that."

"Oh...I do..."

"Take off those shorts. Lemme see what I'm working with."

She shouldn't, but she should, at the same time. Good girl? Bad girl? Good girl!

Janice was a good girl.

She pulled off her shorts, alright, all but shucking them from her hips, standing there in a thong that barely held together, with the padding inside coming apart and all but shredded now that it was soaked beyond recognition. Ajax smirked.

"Wow. I've never seen a bitch that wet for me before."

"I'm a good girl," Janice said.

"Yeah, you are. Get out of those."

She took a little longer to wiggle out of her thong, mostly because it was so wet, and because it was attached to the padding. It had caused some clinging down there, forcing it into her pussy. She ended up having to fish it out, fingering herself slightly to pull the padding free, but then it came free...mostly easily. She still had to pull it free of her clenching ass cheeks so it would hit the floor properly.

Then, she stood there, letting him get a good look. Ajax smiled at her, running his hands along her hips, then up to her chest. He fondled her through her breasts, and instinct drove her to push her chest out rather than pull back. He liked that, or at least, he smiled.

"Heh, girl knows what men like, huh?"

"I...I try..."

"You succeed, little bitch."

Little bitch. Was that going to be her new name? She didn't know if she liked it. Not as much as 'good girl.' Maybe she needed to do more?

Yes. Yes, that felt right.

So, instead of just standing there, she leaned back against one of the desks. The Border Collie spread her legs as much as she could manage, feeling the strings of her own juices connecting her thighs for a moment before she spread them further and the strings of slime snapped apart. She reached down, her fingers against the lips of her sex, pulling them apart, showing her insides. The cooler air of the classroom was a slight shock to the system, making her gasp as she exposed her core.

But it did the job. Ajax's throbbing cock seemed all the more excited to see her, and he moved closer, standing between her legs. His tip slid along her thigh, almost plunging into her right then and there, and her breath came harder, faster.

He could...

The horse hadn't made her pregnant. The other males that had her in the locker room hadn't gotten her pregnant. But this male...Ajax was a wolf, she was a Border Collie. It wasn't guaranteed that she could get pregnant, since they were still different species, but it wasn't so unlikely. They were more closely related...

And they didn't exactly have a condom.

Good girls don't use condoms...

Oh, yes. That's right. No good girl ever used a condom. No good girl ever allowed a male to hide his seed from her.

She spread her legs still further, pulling them up and back despite what tiny amount of better judgment remained in her lust-addled, potion-shattered mind. With her ankles almost up by her ears, her hair cascading over her shoulders and onto the desk, she imagined that she looked better than ever. More desirable.

A bubbly giggle escaped her lips as Ajax leaned over her, his cock sliding up her thigh and almost sliding into her in that moment. She let out a slow moan, her eyes rolling back as his tip nudged her clit. He was so hot, so warm against her, and it would feel so good when he got inside her, she just knew it.

"Good girl," he grunted.

"Mmmph..."

"You like being a good girl?"

"Yes...so much..."

"Then you're not going to tell me to pull out, are you?"

"Mmmph...no...give it to me...please..."

"Heh, good girls beg."

"I'm a good girl. I earned this. Please, please, let me make you feel good. Help me be a good girl..."

The words were coming from her, more humiliating than anything that the boys at the locker room had made her say. They had just made her beg for their goods. This wolf, this Ajax, was making her beg to be more like this, to be more of a good girl, to be more of this little slut girl.

And she...

She liked it.

Nnnngh...

The little voice in the back of her head was the quietest that it had yet been, impossible to hear now, just aware of a little hum that it made in the background. It was like the low hum of electricity in the walls, something that you were only scarcely aware of, and even then, you only noticed it when it got louder or quieter. The voice was like that, now, almost too quiet to hear, almost at the point where you would think that it had somehow disappeared.

It was a good feeling. Proper, one might say.

"I won't let you stop. Please, please, fuck me. Knot me. Make yourself feel good. Let me be a good girl."

"Heh..."

"Are you...are you laughing..."

"A bit...but not at you."

He looked happy, at least, and the Border Collie told herself that she had done that much good, at least. She had made him happy, and that was something that only a good girl could do for her people.

And then, he started sliding in.

He felt big, though not as big as that flare from the locker room. There was no pain as he slid in, only this feeling of fullness, this sense of being opened up, of being...being changed. She gasped for breath, her toes curling at the sides of her head as the wolf's cock slowly claimed her, that tapered tip opening her up better than that bestial flare had. In, in, in, further and further with each passing second. She could feel the width that followed that narrow tip, the lie that it told her pussy that it was small enough to take, just enough to be let in before the thickness of the shaft proper followed and left her feeling stuffed beyond belief.

And yet, her body continued to believe the lie, allowing that cock in, in, in, until she felt his knot kissing her lower lips. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out in bliss, and she moaned as he ground his knot against her properly.

"You're going to be mine..."

"Claim me..."

"Heh..."

"Please...claim me...claim the good girl...make me a good girl..."

"I'm going to do that...right now!"

And with that, he rammed forward. His knot almost punched past her tight hole, almost claiming her right then and there, but she still had some resistance. Or rather, her body did, holding him outside just before the thickest part of his knot could slide in. He pulled back and rammed in again, and again, and again, each time rocking her back and forth along the top of the desk, leaving her sliding this way and that as she desperately tried to keep track of which way was up, which way was down, what was life and the purpose of the universe and -

No, who was she kidding? She was riding his cock, and she was taking it, focusing on that and that alone. She clenched hard on him, knowing that she had to keep being a good girl to be worth that, to have the sort of recognition that she deserved. She needed to be a good girl, needed to be the best girl, or she'd never get this again.

So, she kept clenching down on him, trying to milk his shaft with her pussy, and then trying to relax when he slammed in to make room for his knot. Her pleasure, high as it was, didn't matter. What mattered was his pleasure, his chance to cum, his chance to get off inside of her.

And it had to be inside of her. Good girls made sure that their men came inside. There was no holding back, no pushing them away. Good girls bred. That was all there was to it.

They went at it hard, or rather, he went at her hard. His breath was hot against the side of her neck, his moans like thunder in her ears. She had long since stopped moving, her hands gripping her ankles like an iron trap, not daring to let them go. She was pudding beneath him, her breasts bouncing, her body limp and unresisting as he vented his lust upon her.

In, out, in, out, the sound of his cock slamming into her getting louder as he stirred up her insides, as she got wetter, as he got soaked in her juices. She could feel his heat inside of her, his pre-cum so thick and plentiful, so slimy and warm. Maybe she was already at risk of pups? Maybe that was something else that she needed to give him?

Give it all, she decided. Give it all and hope for the best.

She arched her back, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts in what little way she could. Her body was so hot, and she was so close, but a good girl only did what she was told until she was sure of what her man wanted.

Does he want me to cum?

He hadn't said, and that meant that she didn't get the opportunity to until she was sure. She had to wait. She had to give him what he wanted first, and then she could find out what he wanted from her.

In, out, in, out, that knot all but punching against her entrance, threatening entry, battering at her gates like some thief in the night. Except that she wanted this one to break in. She wanted him to break through, take her, steal her.

And then, finally, with one great grunt and heave of his hips, Ajax did just that.

He rammed in up to the hilt, then pressed down, using gravity and his own weight to press his knot against her. She felt the tension building, the heated stretch of his swollen knot pushing against her sex, the way that she was forced to bow to it as his size forced him down and her to open. It was nearly unbearable for half a second before -

POP!

The feeling of that thick thing, even thicker than the rest of his shaft, finally sealing with her was almost too much to bear. She screamed, only for his furred hand to steal her voice.

"No no...good girls take it with a moan..."

And so, she moaned, not wanting to disappoint him. It was a real one, too, filled with pleasure, even if she was still in a state of shock.

It didn't get better, either, particularly as he kept thrusting. It didn't matter that they were limited to shorter movements, because they were faster, and deeper, hitting her in places that he hadn't managed to reach before, and his knot was big enough that it was grinding against her g-spot the whole time. In, out, in, out, each time hitting her and grinding on her and making her all too aware of her clit and her pussy and - oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Janice arched her back again and this time, there was no holding back. She came. She came against him, her juices warm against his crotch, and she clenched hard around his knot. Ajax gripped the other side of the desk, holding himself inside of her as he came, flooding her, filling her. She swore that she could feel every shot, and like a good girl, kept clenching down, prolonging her orgasm and his.

Good girls gave their males all the pleasure, after all.

She held herself down, held herself there, feeling the swimming seed inside of her, the thick wash of it that would not be denied. She moaned, her body shaking from head to toe in paroxysms of pleasure. She couldn't think, could barely breathe as he remained knotted with her. The only thing that brought her out of it were a couple of pats to her cheeks, making her look up at him.

"Heh...heh..."

"Did...I do...good?" she managed to ask.

"Heh...you did okay."

"Just...okay?"

"Okay, girl, okay. You can do better than that...with some training."

"..."

"And some better underwear." He held up her thong, never bothering to pull out. His knot probably wouldn't let him, she realized. "You want to be a good girl? You wear something flirty. Something I can see. Something I know you're doing for me."

"I...I..."

"You want to be a good girl, don't you?"

"Nnngh...yes..."

"Then do it. Buy yourself something."

He tested his knot, but it wasn't coming loose just yet. Ajax looked down at her, then at her breasts, still barely covered.

"Heh...guess since we're still here, I might as well see the rest of the merchandise..."

Janice was still out of it, her eyes rolling around as he pulled her shirt up. Something told her that it would be better to stop him, but what was a good girl supposed to do? She was supposed to let her men do this...males had the right...

The right to do...

Whatever they wanted...

Janice 'woke up' some time later. How much longer? She wasn't sure, but the sun was down from how dark it was in her dorm, and the only light was coming from her computer. Worse, she could see that she had just made a purchase from an underwear site, something that she had never visited as a man, and something that she had avoided as a woman. She stared at the screen, hardly believing the sights she saw. Garter belt? Fishnet stockings? More than that, too, from how long the scroll bar at the side of the screen went on.

What did I do...

The rest of the day came back to her in a rush, and she buried her face in her hands as she realized just how far she had fallen, and how quickly. Just thinking about what she had done made her remember the taste of a cock in her mouth, and she all but gagged at the memory, even if some little part of her had a burst of pleasure remembering that they had done that.

No, no, that's wrong...

But she had been a good girl for that.

That doesn't matter! We're trying to live normal.

Being a slut could be normal.

But we're not sluts! The twins are, not us.

But they were so happy...

They're not. They're just dumb. They're dumb and happy because all they think about is sex and it makes them feel good, and...and...

The Border Collie groaned, rubbing her head in her hands. There was nothing that she could do to really think past that at the moment. The 'twins' were happy, there was no denying that. They were so very happy every time that they started slipping down into that slutty mindset, always eager to get some more action with their 'friends', always slipping away from her or Emily to try and find a little more dick to be good girls for.

But...now, she finally understood why. Even though she'd 'recovered' a bit from what Ajax had done to her, she knew that she would go weak in the knees the moment she saw him again. She could feel it in her bones, in her aching sex and wagging tail just from thinking of him now. He had done something, completed something, that the potion had not.

Janice whimpered under her breath. There was still some part of her that wanted to hold back, that wanted to stay true to what she really was, rather than the slut that Thomas had tried to turn her into. She had managed to foil that. Did she really want to give up what little she had left just because this had felt so...fucking...good?

...I need to stop thinking about this...

She got up from the computer, only to feel the sudden mess that was the soaked spots between her legs. Her cheeks burned, and she shucked off the booty shorts, fumbling around for the most modest pair of panties she had. Not much, considering that Emily seemed determined to keep her supplied with thongs and g-strings and nothing else, but it was better than nothing. A hell of a lot better than nothing.

Once she had something cleaner down there, she was a little more aware of some of the other things that had happened. Soft semi-bruises that were too dull to see through her fur but were nonetheless there grabbed her attention, reminding her that Ajax had tended to her chest as much as the rest of her. She lifted her breasts, realized that her shirt was on wrong, and wondered just how much he had done to her while they were still knotted.

Gods...pregnancy test. I need to have a...a pregnancy test...

Because if he had knocked her up...

The sudden warm feeling that came from that thought scared her. There was a part of her now that wanted to be bred, that wanted to carry someone's pups. Janice gagged, leaning against the wall, mental disgust warring with bodily need.

This time, the mental side won, and she thanked her lucky stars that it did. If the other one had...

Should she tell someone what had happened? No. No, no, if she went to the school administration, they would ask her how she had been 'raped' by Ajax, and the truth was, she hadn't. Not entirely. She had been out of her mind, and it hadn't been entirely consensual, but it was even more in the gray area than going out to get laid and getting drunk in the process. She couldn't prove that she hadn't wanted it at the time.

Not without getting the rest of the court involved, at least, and she knew that there were Transmogrification Rights Activists that were very involved in keeping her case shut down and quiet. They wanted to keep their businesses going, to have the right to transform people publicly available. They didn't want it to be silenced, didn't want her case to become this rallying point for greater oversight over the industry. The judge had agreed, issuing a gag order on all involved, with no clear signs that they might be willing to rescind it if something went wrong.

She was trapped, forced to deal with it effectively on her own, because there was no way in hell that the 'twins' would be able to help her here. The only thing that they might do is occupy Ajax a bit so she could think -

No! Mine!

And the good girl part of her didn't want to think about that. She had earned that dick, thank you very much.

"...Great..."

She rubbed her head, trying to think clearly. That, however, just wasn't going to happen tonight. She was still too riled up about what had happened in the classroom, and despite having changed her clothes, she still reeked of his scent. She needed to do something about that. Like, now.

Shower...shower and then bed. Sleep it off. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring a better day.

That was a good idea.

The next morning brought a package, and she knew what it was before she opened it. There was a garter belt, alright, and it was just fitted so that it would stick out past one of her short skirts. Skirts, because she damn well wasn't wearing those booty shorts again. She pulled it on, biting her lip as she felt compelled to do it, and she decided against trying to fight it. No point, not when she was already this hard-up for energy to fight herself.

Neither of the 'twins' said anything at breakfast, and Emily only gave her a smile. Doubtless the antelope believed that she was learning to have confidence in herself and show it off. If that was what the other woman wanted to believe, let her. She didn't have the confidence to have the argument, nor the energy to tell her what was really happening.

As she went through her plate of sausage and eggs that morning, she wondered. Would she see Ajax out of class? She didn't remember if he was in her other classes, hadn't paid attention to anyone but the professors in the various lecture halls that she attended. Was that massive alpha wolf a member of one of her other classes, or would he just be waiting at the end of the day when she went to pick up the 'twins'? It was hard to know, and harder to tell just which she wanted it to be.

But the worst part was that she had half a semester, at least, before anything could be done about it. She had to endure this, hoping that she could stay something more than just some random jock's 'good girl' for the rest of her time in college. She wouldn't be able to transfer out, not without disrupting the court case yet further, and that meant that she had to find a way to survive this.

He's going to push me every day, she thought, dragging her fork through the eggs. Push me, use me...change me...

The pregnancy test. She had to remember to check out the school store - no, some cornerstore for that, just to be sure that she hadn't been knocked up yesterday. She should have summoned up the energy to go and do that last night, but it probably wouldn't have shown. More than likely, she should have gone to the pharmacy for the morning-after pill, just to be safe.

Maybe I should do that anyway...

God, there was so much that had to be taken care of, so many things that still needed to be handled if she wanted to be sure that she was safe. Ajax was the core of her problems, though, and even if she handled everything else, she would be right back to handling them again if he got his hands on her.

His scent...

God, that had been the start of it, and then she'd felt his dick, and...and it was like she'd been right back in the locker room. Young, dumb, and begging to be full of cum. She'd needed to be a good girl.

What could she do to avoid that, though? What else could she...how could she...

She tossed her fork down on her plate, and she did it hard enough that the 'twins' jumped from across the table. Emily cocked her head, looking down her long face at her, and Janice sighed.

"Sorry. I just...I need to take a walk."

"Do you need company? Or advice?" the antelope asked.

"No. To both."

She pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head as she left the table. More than anything, she wanted the conflict inside to end, and the horrible thing was, she knew that there'd be an easy way to make that happen. All she had to do was just go back to Ajax, and he could probably kill the part of her that wanted to be 'normal.' He'd do it in less than a week, if he knew what was going on.

But if she wanted to get rid of the part of her that wanted to be a good girl...well, was that even possible?

She wasn't sure anymore...

The End

Summary: Janice has a lot of fun with Ajax, only to realize afterward how stupid that was, and what she's gotten herself into.

Tags: M/F, Corruption, Mind Control, College, Classroom, Oral, Blowjob, Vaginal, Knotting, Creampie, Canine Cock, Sticky, Cummy, Wet, Slimy, Orgasm, Cum, Wolf, Border Collie, Musk, Shark, Antelope, Embarrassed, Good Girl, Series,