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Fridays were for parties. That had always been Alex's firm opinion on things. The days before it were dedicated to work. The days after were for relaxing, or maybe fancy eating. Friday, though, was to let loose, to shake off the dust of the workweek and simply have fun. He was halfway through preparing for tonight's party, spraying on some pheromone-laden cologne that'd be sure to attract all the wolf-ladies, when his phone rang.

"Hi Alex," the voice on the other end of the line spoke. It was Michelle, Alex's friend since... god, how long had they known each other? Ever since childhood, really. They'd been in the same class since third grade, and known each other since at least the fourth. Though they'd experimented together, they'd never ended up in a relationship beyond just being friends. Alex certainly didn't mind; he loved the coyote regardless.

"Sorry, I can't make it to the party. Sudden heat, you know. Wouldn't want to get knocked up," Michelle apologized.

Alex's heart sank. He rubbed a temple with his fingers, grumbling as he regardless told Michelle it was perfectly alright. He'd just have to go alone, then, without his wing-woman.

Women and their things. If he went into heat, Alex figured he'd just enjoy it. Protection existed, after all, in so many forms. Or he could just not have sex at all; how hard could that possibly be? Either way, that was his Friday made significantly worse. The party was just about a ritual. Without a party on Friday, the week just didn't end right. At least he'd have something to tease Michelle about next time they met, which would probably be over a cup of coffee sometime during the next week.

At least other women didn't let their heats stop them. Alex felt his cock twitch in anticipation regardless of his friend's sudden cancellation. Yeah, he'd still have fun, it just wasn't the same without Michelle.

Sure enough, the next week - on Monday, in fact, just about when Alex's hangover had finally faded away - the two of them did meet for a cup of coffee in one of the city's many nondescript coffee bars. Michelle, her heat passed, greeted him with a hug, which the wolf returned, but he just couldn't resist giving his short and half-chubby friend some snarky comments.

"You know, shouldn't you still be at home? You might end up fucking some random college student otherwise," Alex smirked.

"Pff. The worst of it passed already. What would you know about being in heat anyway?" the coyote shot back as she sat down to nurse on her steaming hot mug of coffee.

"Well, I know what being horny is like, you know that. So, you know, couldn't you just not have sex? It's not like you have to fuck everyone you come across just because you're in heat, it sounds like an excuse to me," he replied, sipping on his own beverage.

"Like I said. You have no idea what it's like. It's like your whole body is urging you to just spread your legs. Almost impossible to resist, that," she continued.

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe you're just a bit of a horny slut. I bet I could resist just fine," Alex said, puffing out his chest with a quick wag of his tail to emphasize just how certain he was about it.

"Oh?" Michelle replied with a questioning glance that quickly turned into a smirk. "What would you bet? Because I'd hazard a week-long fuck-session that you'd bend over like a melting candle," she spoke, grinning.

"I mean, it's not like I can go into heat," Alex replied. "But if I could, and couldn't resist, coffee would be on me all week. And the drinks at the party, assuming you're not horny again," he continued, very consciously belittling the very notion of a heat. As good as women smelled when they were struck by one, it couldn't possibly take more than a figment of self-control to just resist. He'd declined sex several times when he simply didn't consider whoever was proposing to him to be worth the risk. There was that one time-

"You're on," Michelle interrupted him. "I'm going to bring you a little something for the next Friday's party, and then we'll see just how strong that sudden big manly man ascetic streak of yours is."

"Ascetic? All I'm saying is I could easily resist spreading my legs," he bragged. "And what on earth could you get me anyway?"

"You'll see. Just wait until Friday," Michelle replied, deliberately lowering her tone to speak in as ominous a tone as she could muster - it was one of those things the two friends did - before burying her snout in her mug to lap up the last few drops of her drink before standing up. "Shake on it?"

Alex stood up as well, towering over his friend as always. What she lacked in stature she made up for in curves; the coyote was certainly beautiful, and he looked forward to seeing her heavy breasts and flared hips naked again after he won the bet. No matter what trickery the coyote had in mind, he had no doubt in his mind that he'd win this. He shook her hand eagerly. "You're on, that's for sure. Just don't go into heat next week. Or do, if you'd like some wolf pups," he grinned.

The rest of the workweek, the wolf spent in rising anticipation. Whatever Michelle was planning, it couldn't be something as simple as aphrodisiacs. Maybe it'd be some kind of heat-inducing talisman, though where the coyote would procure a magic charm, he had no idea. He'd never managed to afford any of them, yet, and craftsmen didn't exactly leave them lying around with how expensive they were. Then again, coyotes were known for being tricksters, and Michelle was no exception. Alex was usually spared her mischief, being that the two knew each other inside and out, though he'd more or less invited it with the bet.

Not that it was really a bet anyway, not when the outcome was already known, unless the shortstack of a coyote had some particularly devious plan.

Then, early on the following Friday, which they'd both taken off work just to make up for lost time, Michelle called him again. She had, she told him, "the thing," but they'd meet at Michelle's place to really "get the party started". He arrived, and she answered the door with a beaming grin on her face and greeted Alex in that particularly overexuberant way you'd greet someone just before telling them something that might make them run away.

She unwrapped a small package and presented the wolf with a narrow pink choker, with the symbol of Venus - or women in general - dangling from the d-ring where you'd normally attach a leash. It practically radiated magic. Even the wolf, not usually sensitive to the supernatural, could feel it; the way it made his fur stand up, halfway between static electricity and a chill running down his spine.

"So this collar, and don't ask me how I got it-" she explained, interrupting herself in her excitement. "-will transform you into a woman. All bells and whistles included. You'll even get a womb. Put it on!"

"...wait, how_did_ you get it?" Alex asked, hefting the small thing in his hand. He hadn't been expecting this. "Won't the owner come looking for it?"

"Sheesh, no, what do you take me for? I'm the owner. I won it in a game of high stakes poker, without more than just one card up my sleeve. Fair and square. Now put it on!" she emphasized impatiently. "Oh, and it'll also put you in heat. Like, starting the moment you grow a pussy. I think. That's what the previous owner said. And then we'll see how strong you really are."

"And I'll be able to get pregnant?" he asked, incredulously.

"Yep. Well, again, I've not tried it," Michelle smirked. "I already have a womb, you know. And tits and all. Now... put-"

"Yes, yes, fine," the wolf grumbled. He unclasped the little choker and slid it around his neck, more than a little unnerved by how his friend was staring at him without as much as blinking. Coyotes were so weird sometimes, he thought, fumbling with the collar.

"You have to get it pretty tight, I think. Here, let me help," Michelle smiled, and then slunk behind Alex to shoo his hands away from the choker. She quickly tightened it, enough that the wolf could feel it firmly against his throat. The coyote bounced back.

Nothing happened for several seconds, and the two looked at each other with growing confusion, until a sudden cramp in his stomach left the wolf doubled over.

"Nngh. That... hurt," he wheezed, and then sunk to his knees as a feeling of strange yet comforting warmth washed over him. Every part of him tingled and itched in what was equal parts titillating and infuriating. A haze set over him, and Alex could only stare blankly at his hands as they grew more slender before his very eyes, muscle mass melting away and fur growing smoother. He shivered as a tightness swelled in his chest and against his shirt, and a quick, dizzy look down revealed two breasts - undeniably feminine - growing bigger and bigger until they were almost the size of the coyotes. His shoulders cracked painlessly, narrowing, and the heated glow moved further down his body.

A surge of pleasure followed as his cock twitched, quickly stiffening and then - shrinking, pulling tight against his body and melting into him. The strangest, indescribable sensation followed as a wetness grew just inside him, and then he let out a high-pitched feminine moan, feeling his boxers grow wet as a puffy, canine slit formed where his balls had once been. Immediately, he felt the urge to push something inside it, to spread his legs and offer himself to a male.

A male. Like he had been. The dizziness grew heavier. Alex's hips widened with a few odd, stretching sensations, leaving him with a rather feminine form, and then that glow dove deep into his belly. It felt something like a mild discomfort, and somehow, the wolf knew instinctively that the feeling was a womb forming. A womb, a uterus. Ovaries. He rubbed his soft belly in a vain attempt to ease the strange, muted cramping, but it passed soon enough, and left the wolf panting.

"Wow. _That_was really cool," Michelle barked, as the changes ceased, admiring her friend.

"It sure felt... gods, my voice," Alex replied, struggling to take a deep breath. He sounded so light and, well, girly. At first, it felt like someone else speaking, until his mind squared the new voice with the movements of his throat and tongue.

Michelle rushed to get a mirror, and the wolf gasped as he - no, she - saw her_new form for the first time. She was short, curvy, _soft. A plump and unmistakably female wolf, in ill-fitting clothes, and a twinge of arousal washed over her at the sight of her heaving chest, before a final dizzy spell as her mind reconfigured to better suit her new body. She'd been straight as a male, and so... she'd be straight as a female as well. The lust faded away, if only for the moment, and she simply saw the body in the mirror as her own, rather than an object of lust.

"Yep yep. Good look, if I say so myself," Michelle grinned, observing how the wolf looked rather similar to herself in build. "We'll definitely need to get you some new clothes, though. How do you feel?"

"Hot... and wet," Alex huffed. "Like I want to... want to..."

"Oh, yeah. That's the heat, alright! Your body really wants cock, doesn't it? A thick, throbbing cock to raise your tail for, to clench around and milk until it squirts you full of babies?" Michelle teased, positively merciless. "It won't go away until you let it happen, either. Or well, until you transform back."

Alex listened to her, picturing a firm, bare cock, and immediately felt herself clench wetly with instinctual desire. _Okay, don't think about cocks. At all,_she admonished herself.

"...yeah, about that. How do I transform back?" Alex asked, still half-consciously marvelling at the smooth, feminine sound her voice now carried.

"It's temporary, if you don't get knocked up. If you do, I think you'll stay like that," Michelle smiled. "Not that I'd mind having another woman as my best friend."

"I'd mind," Alex grumbled.

"Sure, sure, but you make for a stunning woman. Come on, stand up, see how it feels!" Michelle exclaimed, vaguely gesturing upwards with her hands.

Alex did so, half expecting to stumble with how wide her hips felt, but her body had adapted perfectly. She took a few steps, noticing just a slight touch more natural sway to her gait. One thing she did immediately notice was that her breasts were heavy, and bounced around rather freely under her shirt.

"You'll definitely need a sturdy bra," Michelle observed. Her smile was so wide it was infectious, and Alex found herself giggling as well as she watched her new mounds jiggle, in spite of the grumpiness of having learned this could be permanent.

Michelle was right though, she did make for a stunning woman. Though her attraction to women - other women - had faded, Alex could still tell she was attractive. Exactly the kind of lady that her male self would've tried to hit on. And then a thought struck her; if she was attractive, she was _definitely_going to flaunt it, if only because she knew all to well how worked up men got around women like herself.

"...do you have anything really skimpy? The suggestive kind of clothes?" she asked. The thought of it making everything a little riskier never came to mind, nor did the fact that it might've been her burgeoning heat making her want to show off, subconsciously already looking for a possible mate. She, simply, wasn't _familiar_with being heat, or even having a female mind to begin with. No, Alex still thought of herself as a male, and so had no experience with that hazy, subtle lust that sometimes drove women to make unsafe and risky decisions. The slight tingly dampness between her legs that would grow as the night went on until she couldn't think clearly at all, unless a bare cock sated it.

Not that men didn't make those bad decisions, but the feeling was different. It was more bravado and ego that motivated them.

"Sure do. You know, you liked that lacey bra and the glittery wrap top when I was wearing them..." Michelle mused. She, on her part, recognized what Alex was doing perfectly well, but she wasn't about to tell. After all, it was part of those urges she'd have to resist... or not. That part would be entirely up to her.

After a bit of digging in her closet, Michelle found both of those items, as well as a short skirt she rather liked wearing; the kind where one had to be careful about bending over because it'd easily hike up. Briefly, the coyote considered heels, but those took too much practice for anyone, no matter how womanly, and opted for a nice pair of sneakers instead. They'd be better for dancing, anyway. Of course, any outfit also needed a pair of panties, no matter how much Michelle suspected that Alex would be pulling them down for a handsome stud or two before the night was over, and she chose a lacy, thin pair to match the bra.

"Just... one moment," Alex said, an idea dawning on her as she was presented with her new, temporary wardrobe. "Should probably visit the bathroom first."

She'd take a moment to get to know her body just a little bit better, alone. It wasn't cheating, she reasoned, because any normal woman would've had years to do so, and immediately pulled her clothes off the moment the door was locked behind her.

She looked stunning,_every inch of her from her shapely, heavy breasts to that plush-looking mound between her legs. Alex gave her new chest an experimental squeeze, and immediately had to grit her teeth to keep from moaning as her nipples stiffened against her fingers. She was sensitive, _very sensitive. No wonder some women could reach orgasm just from having their tits played with, she reasoned - but then again, no man would be randomly groping her.

Or would they? The thought of someone being audacious enough to cop a feel in public sent a tingle of arousal through her body, though she couldn't quite tell if that was because she'd always been overjoyed when someone allowed her to do so as a man.

Her gaze drifted further down, and Alex grabbed Michelle's makeup mirror, widening her stance to look at just what was going on down there, gasping quietly as she saw just how wet she was. Her thighs were matted with her juices, and her lupine vulva was swollen. It wasn't too unusual to see when a woman was in heat, but seeing it on herself made Alex's head swim. Her hand slipped down to cup her new sex, marvelling - if only briefly - at just how _warm_she felt. Warm, and inviting... and indeed, rather wet, her secretions clinging to her fingers. One digit flicked over the puffy slides of her sex, which already felt thrilling, but when her thumb found her clit, she had to fight not to moan again. It felt like the slightest touch made her clench, pleasure surging up her spine.

Alex made a mental note to not let any men touch her in that state. Self-control was one thing, but if someone rubbed her little pleasure-button for even a moment she worried she might collapse on the spot. And there was that gnawing urge again. If just fingers felt that good, how would a cock feel, sliding into her fertile and receptive pussy, bare and ready to spurt her full of pearly white seed? Her sex twitched again, that needy slickness growing.

Jeez. Well. If I just don't let anyone near me, she thought, wiping up the worst of her lust and patting herself dry while trying not to shiver from the sensations, I'll be alright. Probably shouldn't think of sex either.

Alex put on the panties - lacking a cock still felt strange, like something was missing in her crotch - the skirt, and the shoes. The bra was a struggle, certainly, but with the help of a mirror she eventually managed to clasp it. She took a moment to admire how the thin but sturdy cups left most of her breasts on display before pulling the black, glittery top over them, and doing a little twirl in front of the mirror. Perfect. Looking good.

"Looking good," Michelle said, smiling as she seemed to echo her friend's thoughts, when Alex finally stepped out of the bathroom. "Though dressed like that, you'll be really hard for any man to resist."

"Yep. They'll just have to deal with it," Alex replied. "I mean, I've had to deal with it plenty, too. It's only fair that I get to tease them now that I'm the woman."

She stuck her tongue out.

"Whatever you say," Michelle said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Ready to head out, then?"

"Yup. Where are we going? The usual place?" Alex asked.

Michelle's grin widened, again, showing off her full set of sharp canine teeth. "No, I've got something different planned. Got us a cab while you were getting dressed, should be here any moment."

Outside, the sun had already set a while ago. Alex found himself waiting to see where they'd end up with bated breath. Maybe Michelle had managed to get a pass to one of the more exclusive clubs? Usually, the two of them were a little too rough around the edges for fancy places, but with a little bit of acting, even a nicer club would probably be willing to let in two attractive women.

Not so, though. Instead, the cab quickly pulled off the main avenue and onto a side street. Alex caught the driver smiling knowingly when she glanced at the rear-view mirror. Soon enough, she knew exactly why; he pulled up in front of one of those places that she'd passed by often but never really thought about attending, illuminated by the warm glow of vintage neon signs.

"Oh no, no, no, we can't be heading here, can we?" Alex asked Michelle.

She was grinning far too wide, now; a look of smug satisfaction plastered across her face as she replied. "We sure are. It's a club, isn't it?"

"A sex club," Alex growled. "While I'm in heat!"

"Hey. They serve booze and play music too, and it's all way cheaper for women. Practically free if you prove that you're in heat! You said you could resist, so start resisting," Michelle intoned.

Internally, Alex sighed. This was just like Michelle, bringing them to the one place in town where people went for anonymous, casual hook-ups. The Red Tie. It featured in the newspapers every now and then, when one politician or another tried to point out how many accidental pregnancies resulted from having that establishment open. None had ever managed to shut it down, though - the club was, after all, not breaking any laws. It simply provided a locale, and the patrons did the rest. Yes, she could resist, but this much temptation was just silly.

On the other hand, the drinks were indeed almost free for women in heat. The amount of horny males each heat-struck female brought in was more than worth it, as the management figured. Once again, it was something that Alex knew from very personal experience; the slightest whiff of a heat and she was practically spellbound... which was exactly the effect she'd have on men, now. She felt herself grow a little slicker again at the thought; though the feeling was starting to grow familiar by now, it was still fundamentally strange to catch herself leaking into her panties.

There was, equally, a twinge of worry in the back of her head. A seed of doubt that was starting to grow, just like her belly would if she did somehow end up letting a male plant their much warmer and stickier seed inside her.

"Hey, what are you waiting for? Come on," Michelle said, already outside the cab and opening the door on Alex's side. With a sigh, she stepped out into the neon glow of the night and followed Michelle inside. The bouncer simply nodded at them with an approving smirk as they passed the line of what seemed like two dozen men at the very least, no doubt all of them very eager to mate, or maybe breed. Probably with swollen, needy balls, full of cum ready to rush into her and-

-o_kay. That might be a problem._

Either way, the two soon found themselves at the bar, skipping past the dancefloor until the mood to really get the night going happened to strike them. Alex ordered her usual Long Island iced tea, and then proceeded to breathe through her mouth instead of her nose when she noticed just how heavy the air was with pleasant, titillating masculine scents. Somewhere in the background, she was pretty sure she could hear someone moaning in climax; the patrons of the Red Tie were anything but shy. Granted, Alex had never visited it before, but she'd heard rumours. Not that she actually dared to look.

"Mmh, hear that?" Michelle teased, leaning towards her friend with her own cocktail in hand. "I bet you're going to sound like that before the night's over too."

"In your dreams," Alex shot back. "Just because you can't resist spreading your legs the moment your pussy tingles doesn't mean everyone is that easy."

"So, you're saying you don't feel hot at all? Empty, like you need to be filled and stretched? Your panties don't get even a little damp at the thought of someone pressing you against a wall, tugging that skirt up over your hips, and just giving you what you need?"

Alex shuddered. She squirmed on the bar stool, the coyote's words sinking into her receptive mind. She pictured herself joining the chorus of moans as a male sunk into her in turn. She remained resolute, though. It's not like she had to acknowledge any of the men in the club, and if she didn't, none would end up fucking her.

"Just think about how it'd feel to have them swell up inside you, that last brief moment before they throb and pump their cum into you," Michelle continued. She was _merciless,_and as it turned out, she knew exactly what words to choose to really tickle at Alex's growing, feminine urges. Alex grit her teeth, though, seeking refuge in the tall glass of booze.

"Fine. So what if I am thinking about it? I'm still not running after every available man," Alex snapped. "It's not that hard."

Alex was a tough nut to crack, but the tricky coyote still had quite a few aces up her sleeve. She scanned the club briefly, trying to spot a wolf - but a fox caught her eye, one with brilliant orange fur and a rather blatant bulge in his tight trousers, currently taking a break from dancing.

Michelle greeted him, and then leaned in to explain the situation.

"My friend over there is in heat," she murmured, grinning once again as the fox's ears instantly perked. Michelle had no doubt that he'd been able to tell for a while now; every man in the club probably did. She left out the part of Alex having been male originally. It wasn't important, after all. "So we've made this bet..."

She went on to detail just what was going on. How Alex was determined that she could resist her heat, but that she in turn had bet against her friend, and, she added with a whisper, it was totally fine if she did get pregnant, she wouldn't _really_mind. That last part was a lie, of course, but the coyote was nothing if not competitive.

"You're asking me to fuck her?" the fox asked. His brushy tail flicked back and forth behind him.

"Well, she's a little shy so you'll have to seduce her first, but yeah. Convince her to join you in a private room. I'll be there too, helping you both," Michelle told him as the two conspired.

Being asked to breed a stranger wasn't the usual, even for a club as erotically charged as the Red Tie, but the fox was all too happy to play their game, especially if it ended up with him getting to empty his balls inside a wolf in heat. They'd probably never end up meeting again afterwards, but the fantasy of his kits growing inside her, wherever she went afterwards, was as potent and intoxicating as any drink, and so he agreed.

Alex, meanwhile, had grossly underestimated how much more sensitive to alcohol she'd be with her new, smaller frame. She was feeling pretty tipsy after downing only half of it, which left her in a rather cheerful mood, and the buzz could likely only compound the effects of her heat, spurring her towards those bad, risky decisions.

In that state, when she suddenly felt a pair of strong, masculine hands on her hips, she let out a surprised bark rather than outright protesting. Michelle had, of course, reassured him that it'd be perfectly alright to touch him, and Alex was so unfamiliar with it being done that she couldn't think of anything to say.

"Would you like to dance?" the fox asked. Everything was moving so quickly all of a sudden. "A beauty like yourself surely shouldn't be sitting here all night."

Alex turned around and found herself face to face with a rather handsome vulpine. He had a swimmer's build and was dressed in clothes tight enough to emphasize just how toned he was. "I- I don't know," she stammered. "I wasn't really planning to-"

She could see his nostrils twitch as he inhaled greedily. Could he smell that the wolf was in heat? She wasn't sure if a fox would be sensitive to her scent. He had a faint, clean, musky scent, mingling with a subtle cologne, and it made the changed wolf want to bury her nose in his scruffy neck.

"Oh, we don't have to do anything more than dance. Come and let loose with me, Fridays are for partying, aren't they?" the fox continued.

Alex knew perfectly well that the fox was planning on something more, but then again, she_could_ just say no when it came to that. Might as well try to enjoy this body a little more before I change back, that misguided inner voice of hers told her. It wasn't much of a party if she just sat by the bar all day. At the very least, the fox would be obligated to buy her a couple of drinks later on if she danced with him.

"Fine, let's dance. Keep your hands to yourself, though," Alex said. Maybe not with quite enough conviction, given that the fox insistently wrapped an arm around the curvy wolf's waist as he guided her to the dancefloor.

The music was pounding, at first. Alex closed her eyes and simply let it move her. She'd finally been offered a distraction from that soaking need between her legs, even though it only grew stronger in a crowd. She could ignore it, though, as long as the music kept going. The fox danced right along with her, admiring her body as she moved with a natural, if untrained, grace. It wasn't until the music suddenly slowed down that she realized that her dance partner had moved behind her, pressing tightly against her, and the peaceful moment was gone in an instant. She was painfully aware of lusty whimpers all around her, and despite her best efforts, she opened her eyes just a little bit, trying to see where it was coming from.

She was distracted again by a buck of the fox's hips, and the realization that the firmness pressing insistently under her tail was his cock. He was incredibly hard. Alex's heart fluttered as she felt it. The fox was that hard because of her. He wanted to plunge that cock into her. Into her pussy. She heard another little moan, and then blushed fiercely realizing that it was her own.

She felt dizzy. It was bizarre, the amount of control mere hormones seemed to have over her, and while Alex didn't want it to, she couldn't deny that feeling the fox's hardness against her was incredibly erotic, despite the crudeness of the gesture.

"Someone's all needy," she heard the male whisper into her ear. He followed her every motion, making sure to never let her squirm away from feeling him, from smelling him. It was a deft strategy, relying on simply letting all her senses know what he was offering, but leaving the decisions up to her, and the worst thing was that it was working. "Maybe we should hit up a private room."

The Red Tie had quite a few of them, for the ones who were a little too shy to mate in public, yet not too shy for one night stands and heat-fuelled hook-ups.

"You're not going to be fucking me," Alex managed to squeeze out. "But I guess you could use your fingers..."

"Mhm, whatever you want," the fox whispered back, leaning even closer. He was holding Alex by the hips almost possessively, no doubt half taken by the instincts spurred on by her scent, and his breath tickled the wolf's inner ear. "I just think you deserve some relief."

Alex could only agree with that; she did deserve relief. And what would be a better way, she reasoned, to prove to Michelle that resisting a heat was possible, than to be right there with a horny male and still say no? Maybe the logic was a little clouded by lust, maybe it wouldn't hold up to closer scrutiny, but the thought of at least getting to play with the fox a little was still too tempting to resist. Maybe she'd rub him until he came. Or maybe they'd grind against each other until she did.

"...fine," she moaned, as his bulge pressed against her more firmly, burning hot even through two layers of fabric. Her panties were so soaked with desire that a private room would probably be safer, somewhere where her body wasn't constantly advertising how receptive she was.

You're heading to a private room in a sex club, Alex, that nagging internal voice of reason told her.What exactly do you think will happen?

And yet she let him lead her up the stairs and to the closest vacant room upstairs. Michelle followed, her tail wagging up a storm behind her. Oh, the coyote was determined to be there every step of the way, and not only because she wanted to win a bet; the thought of the wolf getting inseminated, fertilized, and then stuck with pups in female form - unless they found another magic collar, anyway - was more than just a little exciting to her. Besides, she was sure to enjoy it anyway. Michelle knew that part very intimately. It was only by pure luck that she hadn't gotten knocked up in her younger years, when less able to handle her heats.

The moment the door was safely closed behind them, the fox's hands were all over Alex. She moaned with pleasure as his firm fingers massaged her breasts. Everywhere he touched seemed to tingle with pleasured anticipation. She was clenching wildly, now, her lover knowing exactly what buttons to press to make her head swim with erotic joy.

"Mh. You feel so warm. Better get this off," he rumbled, hooking his fingers underneath the waist of her shirt and then pulling it over her shoulders - and leaving it there for a brief moment to cover her head as his deft hands quickly unclasped her bra as well. Alex barely had any time to react, before she felt his lips press against one of her stiff nipple, instantly washing away all thoughts of protests. The sensation was almost indescribable, the way pleasure surged down her body from a single lick as the fox's tongue danced over the stiff little nub.

"Sensitive, aren't they? Just imagine how nice it'll feel to have a pup or two nursing on you," Michelle giggled, herself having taken a step closer to help undress her friend. "Just relax and let him make you feel good."

Alex was shivering. The worst thing about it all was how each touch seemingly only wound her up more. She wasn't going to actually cum from all that attention to her tits, but it was doing wonders in stoking the burning need inside her. She felt his fingers at her waist again, tracing through her bellyfur and towards her groin, and then down her inner thighs before slowly easing her skirt up on their way back up.

She was _painfully_conscious of what a sodden mess she was, down there. The thin panties were hugging her mound tightly, revealing every contour of her sex, and doing nothing to conceal her lust either. A rough finger pressed against that groove firmly, and her mind nearly blanked out with pleasure.

"Let's get these off, too," the fox smirked, though Alex never saw that cocky smile, nor did she protest until after she felt the cool air brush against her twitching, leaking pussy. She knew perfectly well what her nudity would make a male want to do, but instead of shame or worries, she felt pride. Every instinct in her new, feminine mind was urging her to let him do anything he wanted, because she wanted him to be turned on, wanted that thick and undoubtedly dangerous cock throbbing hard for her.

"Mm, somebody's all swollen. You know what that means, right? It means your cute little pussy really wants a cock inside it," Michelle continued. "Should at least enjoy that while-"

She interrupted herself, not wanting the stranger to know quite all the details, on the off chance that he'd be put off by it. "-while you're in heat."

The more Michelle talked, and the more the fox's fingers rubbed her leaking sex, the more tempted Alex was, though. If just his fingers felt that good, how amazing would his cock be? Just the idea made her inner muscles twitch _hard._Of course, taking his cock - he'd want to do it bare, no doubt - meant that sexy cocktip would be nestled just against her cervix with each thrust, his heavy balls readying to inevitably spurt their virile cargo deep into her.

The risk of it suddenly seemed so very exciting. She could always tell him to pull out before he tied with her, couldn't she? On some level, by now Alex was starting to understand that her body was actively trying to get her knocked up, with the heat, and her dripping pussy trying to convince her to draw closer and closer to danger. On the other hand, she needed it. If she didn't get to cum tonight, she'd struggle to sleep at all, she reasoned, so it'd totally be worth the risk to truly experience what it was like to be a woman. It wasn't good reasoning - compared to being pregnant for nine months and then being unable to sleep for months with excitable little pups - but it was getting increasingly difficult to think at all with her mind clouded by lust.

The point wasn't not to have sex anyway. Of course you could have sex while in heat, as long as you didn't let them cum inside you there was no harm in it, was there? That was a better reformulation of her original stance, Alex decided. It was, at least, far more agreeable, sensual, and erotic to her lust-inflamed mind.

"Mm. Just imagine how cute you'd look if you let him fill you," Michelle teased. "You'd have that beautiful pregnant glow. Your breasts would swell with milk, and your belly with life..." she continued, stepping behind the dazed wolf and splayed a hand over her stomach. "Wouldn't that make you feel really sexy?"

Gods. Alex was burning up with desire. Her womb - or what she assumed was her womb, at least - was practically glowing, and Michelle's touches only drew more of her attention to it. While she was distracted, she heard the sound of a zipper being opened, and when she raised her gaze once again she found herself staring at a thick, red, vulpine cock. It looked beautiful to her foggy senses, and she felt like a goddess with how his hands were kneading and caressing every inch of her, all but _worshipping_her feminine form.

"Just lay back and spread your legs, Alex. Let it happen, let him have his way with you. It'll feel wonderful," she heard Michelle purr, and for once, she was totally right; Alex already knew it'd be absolute bliss with how badly her body was yearning to be filled.

He deserved to slide inside her. She deserved to have him do it. She sat down on the side of the bed.

"Good girl," the fox rumbled as Alex scooted backwards. Her head swam with the intoxicating lust of it all. Something about what she was doing felt so right, so utterly feminine and intimate, and yet incredibly naughty. She didn't even know the fox's name and she was about to offer her very fertile pussy to him. Slowly, she moved her legs apart, guided equally by lust and instinct, watching the fox feast his eyes on her swollen, canine sex, and _particularly_fascinated by how his cock visibly throbbed when she was fully exposed.

Seeing it bounce and buck like that, slowly dribbling clear precum from the tapered tip had Alex smirking. She wasn't thinking clearly. This wasn't a risk she should take, but it was such an erotic sight.

In just another heartbeat, he positioned himself between her spread legs. His cock came to rest against her puffy folds, the contact electrifying and tempting. He was so close to being inside her, and after that, all bets were off. Next to her, Michelle had gotten naked and was openly, shamelessly kneading her own pussy, a pair of fingers plunging into that leaking tunnel as she watched Alex slowly - but rather eagerly - succumb to the fox's advances.

He positioned his tip just at her entrance. Alex's lower lip quivered, and so did the rest of her body, in anticipation of the rutting she was about to receive. She hooked a leg around the fox's haunches, pressing herself against his virile stiffness, and he took that invitation with a practiced buck of his hips. An inch or so of his length pushed into Alex's tight, soaked pussy, and her world dissolved into pleasure. The stretch was exquisite. Clenching around a cock felt beautiful, like she was made for it. And at least that white-hot, spasming passage between her legs was. Her pussy glutted on his cock with a mind of its own, already rippling around and milking the fox's length almost greedily, yielding and parting wetly as more of that breeding rod pushed into her fertile body. The fox grunted with pleasure, and once again a sense of pride over making her handsome mate feel so visibly good surged in Alex's breast. So she squeezed again, this time intentionally. He throbbed inside her now, followed by a pressured squirt of wet heat into her. Precum, yes, but laden with sperm as it was. Alex knew that. She didn't care, instead squealing with joy at the tingling slickness deep in her core.

"Mmh, god, that looks sexy. You're really milking him. Your body's so eager to get pregnant," Michelle purred, fingers dancing over her own clit. "Let him give it what it needs."

Her vulpine lover had no other thoughts in his mind. He began to thrust, with quick, shallow motions at first, wanting to keep the wolf in exactly that gasping, moaning, rapturous state of mind. Few feelings were as satisfying as pleasing a bitch in heat to any self-respecting straight male. Really, it was only surpassed by the inevitable finale; the sticky, belly-swelling climax that he was already racing towards, aided by every spasm of Alex's traitorous, thirsty sex.

The conflict between mind and body was only making her moan louder. Her squirming, thrashing and bucking around the fox's cock was all instinctive, and it felt good_to let herself do it, even knowing that each feverish clench or buck of her hips might make him seed her. She couldn't stop, gods, she _had to feel it.

"There_you go. Mhh, now you're feeling it, aren't you? You want to feel him throb, to take that thick potent cum inside you no matter the consequences, knowing it'll just make you _melt," Michelle crooned. The sound of her wet fingers sloppily caressing herself, pumping into her passage joined the wet slapping of the fox's sheath against Alex's crotch. "Beg him to do it. Beg him to breed you. It'll feel so good to say it, rrf."

Alex's first attempt to speak caught in her throat. She wanted to resist, but equally, she wanted to succumb, to simply embrace the moment. For a brief moment she teetered just on the edge, feeling the fox's knot begin to swell inside her snug passage. If she didn't tell him to stop right now it'd be too late. His cock would pulse and throb and all that cum in his heavy, tight balls would have nowhere to go but... where it belonged.

Where she wanted it.

Her pleasure peaked as the knot tugged on her engorged lips, only barely managing to slip out with an obscenely lewd wet pop. A wave of pleasure crashed through her body. It wasn't something she'd ever thought about, but of course where the knot pressed would be very sensitive for any canine. The pleasure would ensure they wanted to keep it there, growing and tying them together. In her heated state, that biological lure was doing exactly what it was meant to do.

"K-knot me!" she moaned, squeezing her legs hard around the fox's rump. He obliged, thrusting deep into her with a ragged, satisfied growl. There it was again, that intense gasp-inducing pleasure of his knot pushing against her insides as it grew.

"Mm. You know what boys do after they tie with you, right?" Michelle moaned. "T-tell him you want it."

It's too late anyway. He can't pull out, Alex lied to herself. Just enjoy it. Yeah. Lost in pleasure, all those words finally spilled from Alex's lips.

"Give it to me!" she whimpered, barely able to breathe with how her entire body was tensing up, moments away from her climax. "Cum inside me, breed me, knock me up!"

He stayed inside for a few more seconds, and then it really was too late. His knot was fully swollen. A few more frantic thrusts followed, tugging on every single pleasured nerve in her body, and then - with a satisfied grunt, his cock flexed inside her.

This was it. He was going to breed her.

There was a muted, hot tickle inside her. He throbbed hard again, and the heat grew. It took Alex a few seconds to realize it was already happening, and that the sensation was his sperm erupting thickly against her cervix, and then she was cumming too, her pussy spasming in rapid needy rhythm as it cheered for her stud, clenching with each throb. It felt so good that Alex's eyes were watering, so much more intense than cumming as a male, as if her whole body was orgasming as nature rewarded her for getting bred in spades. A shivering, swooping pleasure as her cervix dipped thirstily into the pool of virile cum growing inside her. She was only vaguely aware of Michelle climaxing next to her as she watched the male grunt and pulse, moaning something about her being a very good girl.

In the throes of pleasure, she imagined all of it. The cum - and she could imagine nothing hotter than rich, strong cum in that moment - leaking through her cervix, the fox's swimmers rushing up her tubes and towards her eggs, swarming them, working their magic and leaving her with the inevitable fate of every woman in heat who let a virile young male empty their balls inside her unprotected. Her belly would swell, and there was nothing she could do. She came so many times in rapid succession that her entire body felt like jelly, until she couldn't breathe at all, stars dancing across her vision as the world faded into pleasured, comfortable, floaty bliss.

When she finally surfaced back into consciousness, the fox was long gone. Alex couldn't fault him, he'd done his duty, after all. She found her butt propped up by several pillows that Michelle had slid under her to make sure all the cum stayed inside her, and though she shivered with anxiety over the risk she'd taken, she couldn't find the energy to move. Just letting it all continue as it was meant to felt far too good. Why she felt excitement she didn't know, but she didn't protest as Michelle slid a little plug into her leaking spade to help the fox's swimmers along as they finally made their way back home.

Sure enough, Alex's heat ended quickly. And yet she remained a woman. Though initially reticent to go to work in her new body, it seemed like nobody even noticed anything. Alex forced herself to keep going as usual; trying to not think about what'd happened or why nobody thought her being a woman was strange, at least until she woke up dizzy and rushing to the bathroom a few weeks later.

She called Michelle for help. The coyote was there almost immediately, with a pregnancy test in hand and a wide grin on her face. Sure enough, Alex was pregnant. When asked about why nobody seemed to care, Michelle theorized that the collar had changed reality, so to everyone but the two of them, Alex had always been a woman. Either that, she mused, or it simply had some sort of simple _glamour_that made everyone who looked at her forget how things had been.

A woman who enjoyed being bred, it seemed. Seeing that the test was positive made her heart surge with warm, maternal pride once again. Maybe she'd always had a kink for this, or maybe it'd been something caused by the collar. Either way, she certainly didn't mind, even if her future might be a little more stressful than she'd planned. Michelle promised to help her when she needed it, anyway, perhaps feeling a little guilty - or wanting to repay the wolf for the mind-shattering orgasm she'd had watching her get seeded.

There was still one important detail, though, one that Michelle would certainly never hear the end of. She'd been right all along, Alex decided, caressing her breasts, and tweaking those stiff nipples, already imagining how it'd feel to have pups nursing from her. She liked being a woman. Dealing with a heat_was_ easy, she'd just gotten the details wrong. All she had to do was spread her legs and get knocked up as soon as possible, and it was so easy too with how eager all the males were to give her what she wanted? When it felt this good, why wouldn't you?