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“Aw, a vacation without me?” Frank asked Amoreena. “You’re not already getting tired of me, are you? You promised me you’d tell me if it happened, kitty!”

“I’m not getting tired of you,” Amoreena grinned. Her black hair looked almost purple in the orange hues for early morning. “Friend just booked two tickets; didn’t think you’d want to come.”

“Hey, I love tigers. Wouldn’t be staying with you otherwise,” Frank frowned. “Used to getting mauled, too... kitty.”

He was only half serious and stuck his tongue out to emphasize that. Amoreena was a little rough in bed, sometimes. Yeah, it hurt a little to watch his beloved girlfriend go on vacation without him, but at the same time, it was like the song went.

Even lovers need a holiday,

Far away,

From each ooo-ther…

Though from what Frank could remember, the romance in that song didn’t end well. His would, though. He could dedicate the entire weekend to getting drunk, playing with Jet, the family dog, and whatever else he felt like. Hell, he’d order pizza. See how jealous Amoreena got seeing him eat that!

Ah, it was all in good fun, and he could handle a weekend on his own. Frank embraced Amoreena, his tan skin contrasting beautifully with her almost ivory white form. He ruffled her hair until she struggled free; for a woman, she was damn strong. In some specific ways, probably stronger than him. Her legs were for sure, with how much she liked riding him, and even her arms were muscular enough that Frank really had to try when he pinned her down in rougher moments of play.

His dog – an abandoned and adopted wolfdog that ate like a full wolf – pounced to lick Amoreena’s face after nearly knocking her breath away with his paws.

“Aw, you’ll miss me too, won’t you? Such a good dog you are,” Amoreena cooed, ruffling the dog’s cheeks and head. “But don’t worry, mommy will be back in just a few days.”

The wolfdog whined. He’d never really gotten a name; he didn’t seem to respond to any that Frank or Amoreena had tried to give him, so just dog or wolf were usually enough. First time either of the two had seen a dog who didn’t want a name, but then again, they didn’t actually know what the poor dog had been through before.

Which of course was far, far more than they could ever imagine. The dog had been through a lot, but most of his life had only really happened in the last six months. A wolf had bitten him while he was out in the yard. And that bite had done something. It had awakened, in the wolfdog’s head, a kind of sparkling consciousness. The kind of clear-sighted sapience that the humans seemed to treasure. Not quite enough to gift him with a human body, but enough to make him think.

It'd taken him a while to get used to it. It wasn’t easy, to be forced to think in a world where animals didn’t think like he did. It left him with almost nothing in common with even the most attractive bitches he met. All previous arousals, bar for the pleasant string of pheromones, had been wiped from his mind entirely, and he had been left to rebuild his whole identity.

Oh, he did still love his “mother” and “father” even if they were merely who had adopted him. It was just that they’d never understand him as he was now. They still thought him to be a simple animal, and he had no way to tell them that he wasn’t. He couldn’t speak, at least not any human language. That grim realization had kept him awake on many nights. But now, finally, he had a plan.

He had been, as far as he could piece together, inoculated with some sort of transformative chemical or virus when bitten by that wolf. If it worked on him, he had no real reason to believe that it wouldn’t work on his beloved owners. And then, they could finally talk.

It wasn’t a decision he had taken lightly. But he’d seen Frank and Amoreena roleplaying animals often enough to know that they wouldn’t hate him. It was just that it might be a little painful, at least for the male.

But he’d do his best to soothe that pain, in the most canine of ways, the wolfdog taught, as they both watched Amoreena go outside, get in her car, and drive away, headed to the airport from where she’d go visit her precious tiger reserve.

Frank ruffled the dog’s head in turn. “We’ll be fine, boy. We’ll be fine,” the human reassured him.

Oh, they would be very fine, indeed. He only needed one good pounce to surprise his owner, and he’d understand exactly what he meant.

---

Over on her vacation, Amoreena slept most of the flight there. That’s what happened when your friend booked the “way too early” tickets at cheap o’clock in the morning. The good news was that it meant they got there while it was still bright and early, but the negative part was that Amoreena just couldn't stay awake at all. At least it made the trip feel quick, and by the time she was awake again, it was to the sight of a vast savanna far beneath the plane.

“Hope you’re ready for some tigers!” her friend squeaked.

Was she ever.

Amoreena did, as expected, have a lot of fun every second of her little excursion. The tiger reserve was at the tail end of it, and it included getting to pet a (relatively) tame tiger, which she really couldn’t be any more hyped for. She loved tigers, and often liked imagining herself as one when she and Frank played. They were sort of like a totem animal to her, even though she’d never lived in a country where they roamed free.

Most of the other activities passed rather uneventfully. The museum visit was fun. The safari was great, but it was tigers that really piqued her interest, not elephants nor hippos, as ferocious as the latter were. No, she loved the muscular but sleek raw strength of tigers, their long sharp claws and ferocious fangs.

To say she just pretended to be one wasn’t entirely true, either. She and Frank had always had their animal personas. He was a wolf, and she, a tigress, just clad in human skin. As much as she wished that Frank could’ve come along on this trip, she’d make sure to take a lot of photos, at least.

Finally, that Saturday, it was time for the weekend’s highlight; visiting a couple of tame tigers at the sanctuary. They were designated as ambassadors, owing to how friendly they were with humans, and the sanctuary’s intent was to have them in a diplomatic role. As diplomatic as a big cat could be, anyhow.

Before Amoreena knew it, there she was, in a little enclosure, with two tigers carefully nosing at her and her friend. For being so big and majestic, they still had a very expected, catlike demeanor about them. Every motion was carefully calculated despite their great strength and grace. She reached out, with equal carefulness and hesitation, to pet one of them…

…and the tigress almost seemed to wink at her before chomping down on her hand. Playfully, and immediately letting go, but hard enough to pierce her skin. Amoreena let out a yelp and the tiger-keepers quickly helped her out of the enclosure, apologizing profusely the entire time as they sterilized and bandaged the wound.

“I don’t know what got into her,” one said.

“She’s never nibbled on anyone before,” another reassured her.

Well, all in all, the pain wasn’t that bad, but that cut short their little tiger safari. After a few moments of recovery, Amoreena had to conclude she wasn’t that angry about it; how many women could say they’d been bitten by a tiger and survived?

It’d be a fun story for the grandkids if nothing else, she giggled, before clutching at her aching hand.

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It wasn’t long before the wolfdog put his plan into action. He knew that Frank around this time in the evening, and so, all he had to do was to patiently wait, biding his time and continuing to pretend he was just a normal good dog until then.

Not that he really planned on being anything less than good. The dynamics of their relationship just had to change, first, into something more… equitable.

And so, the instant Frank got out of the shower, clad only in a towel, the wolfdog pounced. Even though Frank was bigger, much bigger, it was easy enough to bowl over an unsuspecting victim. Frank fell over and onto all fours, just barely managing to catch himself before his face hit the floor.

“Wolfy, what the fuck are you-“ Frank complained, but instead, the dog tore off his towel, baring his rather shapely, masculine rump.

He licked his chops, and then planted his snout between Frank’s cheeks, licking away eagerly at the puckered entrance in between. Frank let out a loud, entirely undignified squeak at the sensation; it certainly wasn’t what he had been expecting.

Not in the slightest what he had been expecting, but he also hadn’t been expecting it to feel so heavenly, instantly making his entire body shudder at the pleasure radiating from his hole with each loving lap of his pet dog’s tongue.

“Stop!” Frank growl-squealed. He was completely blanking out at every lick, and it robbed him of his vain attempts at controlling his muscles. He was still much bigger and stronger than the dog, but that was of precious little use when he couldn’t muster the will to use any of the strength.

His dog slid his tongue into him, and Frank clenched around that slick appendage. Holy shit. It felt absolutely incredible. For a moment Frank entertained the thought of just letting the wolfdog continue eating him out – certainly his cock agreed that it was a good idea, jutting out rock-hard from his crotch already – but there was this perverse shame to it, too.

As he eventually managed to thrash about enough, managing to throw his dog off, it was only for the beast to immediately pounce on him and pin him down with his entire canine body weight.

“What are you- down boy! Down!” Frank growled. He was still dizzy with pleasure, and it took him a moment to really connect the dots. In fact, it took him until he felt the wolfdog’s cock nudge between his saliva-slick cheeks and against his tender, defenseless entrance.

The wolfdog wouldn’t listen, of course. No dog about to mount their partner would, really, but this one had been planning this moment for ages. Rather than obeying – as much as it stung to not be a good boy – he wrapped his jaws around Frank’s neck to calm him down, panting and drooling as he danced around, trying to find the right angle to claim the human.

Frank squirmed as he felt the wolfdog’s teeth against his neck. He wouldn’t bite intentionally, Frank knew that, but he might get carried away. And so he didn’t dare move.

It’s either you move or you get fucked by your dog, Frank reminded himself, and he still didn’t move. Then, his pet’s tapered cock found purchase. He felt a squirt of something warm and slick against his pucker, and then, an immense pressure.

Frank wasn’t opposed to getting fucked. Living with a girlfriend who lacked a cock, though, it didn’t happen often, and now that it was happening, it was overwhelming, leaving him gasping for breath and digging his nails into the floor as his dog sank deeper into him. Each inch felt like fire, like it burned inside him, but not in an altogether unpleasant way. Very quickly, his body began to compensate for the ache with endorphin-laden pleasure, and more so when the dog twitched inside him again, followed by another gush of liquid heat.

He was actually getting fucked by his dog. Frank couldn’t muster any reaction at all. And then, seconds later, he physically couldn’t_,_ as the transformative, mutagenic virus in the wolfdog’s body, transferred through scalding hot precum, took hold of his own. The first sign was just a shiver, a spike in body temperature. He barely noticed it, but it came with a dazed fog settling over his thoughts instead, leaving him feeling half asleep.

But only at first.

The next second, a full-body spasm seized his stocky form. He let out a strangled yelp, clenching hard around his pet’s cock at the same time as he convulsed so violently that he could feel joints pop and muscles tear.

That was the first time he could hear his voice. It came across garbled at first, like a TV in another room, or the voice at the edge of dreams. And it told him to relax and submit so it’d hurt less.

“W-what?” Frank stuttered. There was nobody in the house except for him and his dog. Who had he heard?

Again, the thought was quickly burned away by another gasping tremor shooting through him. This one hurt more than the last and left his eyes watering with the pain of being torn apart, or so it felt.

Relax. Please. You feel so wonderful, master.

Above him, his dog was rutting into him with feral, barely coordinated intensity. Each little twitch of his cock inside Frank left his insides even more full of his copious precum. His tongue was lolling out between his teeth, resting against Frank’s warm neck. His owner was so tight. And soon they could finally share all their thoughts!

The most painful part was ahead, though. Even the pleasure barely dulled what the wolfdog knew awaited his master, but there was no stopping now. That, and he had dreamt of filling the human with his canine seed for a while now, ever since the spark of consciousness first manifested in him.

Frank almost cried as his muscles swelled. It felt like touching an electric fence, only he couldn’t let go as his muscles spasmed, tore, and grew, the blood seeping through his stretched-thin skin and leaving large, dark bruises where it couldn’t.

What really made him afraid was that he had no idea what was happening. One minute he had been feeling good, getting out of a warm shower, and the next he was getting fucked by his beloved dog, his very bones snapping and stretching in ways that made him wish he was unconscious, or dead.

Especially his face. When his face began to stretch, it felt like death. His sinuses burned as they, along with cartilage and bone, were pulled forward inexorably, slowly forming a muzzle. It sounded like his face was filled with broken glass. Felt like it was, too, for how blindingly agonizing every unnatural stretch was. Frank howled like a beast, trying anything he could to relieve the searing pain until he was clawing at the ground like a tormented dog, blindly, looking for anything to hold onto.

But then his fingernails came out as if they’d never been stuck to his body at all, and he scraped the red-raw nailbeds against the floor instead, in blinding agony, even before claws begun to grow from the bloody mess at each fingertip. Sharp, black claws pierced him from the inside and jutted out, dark and lethal, and hurting like crazy every step of the way while his body began to rapidly heal around them.

In that brief moment of healing, Frank noticed that his already modest body was thickening, too. His hands looked gnarled and swollen, halfway between a human hand and an animal paw, and the backs of both were slowly covered in back, scruffy hair. No, not hair, but fur. It looked exactly like his dog’s coat.

Was he turning into a werewolf?

As his face stretched into a snout, he could feel his teeth loosening. Each one came with a stabbing pain. Something like when he had, as a kid, lost his first set, only much worse owing to the longer roots. Soon Frank was drooling saliva and blood onto the floor, along with the occasional clack of a tooth falling out.

All that time, his pet kept fucking him, hoping to distract the changing human from the pain. In a way, he did succeed; every now and then Frankie moaned with pleasure rather than pain, though it was hard to tell the difference. But by the time his ears had begun to stretch and migrate to the top of his head, the dog spoke again.

“We’re almost here,” he murmured. “Just relax. Please.”

His feral hips moved as if automated, needing no conscious input to keep hammering into the warm, tight embrace of Frank’s body. He was close, desperately close, but wanted to keep fucking his owner for just a few seconds longer, to take the edge off as much of the pain as possible.

By then, Frank didn’t look much like a human at all, but rather a beast, A few more twitches of pain shot through his trembling, fur-covered form, and a howl of pain erupted from his lungs as his spine elongated to enable a much bigger, much more threatening beast-form. It felt as if he was being forcibly stretched and filled by some cosmic presence far beyond anything he could fathom, mercilessly molding him like clay and uncaring that blood soaked through his fur each time a twitch left him taller and more muscular again, tearing apart skin that had just healed.

And then, his feet, hardening and growing into paws, each punishing him with five more sharp jolts, like knives under his nails, as claws replaced them just as they had with his hands. By now, Frank had no breath left to scream – or howl – with. He simply endured, and barely, his mind feeling just as frayed as his body. That last series of painful stings, though, leaving the former human a matted mess off blood and gore, was indeed the last of it.

It also left his new paws very sensitive. Very, very sensitive. And that was the first time since the transformation began that Frank felt pleasure. With that first tingle, the rest washed over him like a tidal wave; his body remembered that he was being fucked, and he clenched hard around that warm, hard cock pistoning through his relaxed pucker and bumping over his prostate.

That was when his dog could no longer hold it. He hilted himself inside Frank, and his knot swelled immediately, tying him to the newly minted werewolf. With a pleasured growl, his cock throbbed, and Frank felt that just as vividly as he had the pain.

Heat flooded his very core, in rapid spurts.

Frank gasped, though it sounded more like a dog panting, and he could barely connect the sound to himself at all. What he could feel as part of himself was the glowing pleasure rapidly radiating through him, from deep inside his body. It washed away the pain, even if his fur remained matted with blood. The feeling of his cock growing, as the final step of transformation, was ecstatic.

Clumsily, Frank reached down and under his belly to feel his stiffness. It felt canine, with a knot – no, two knots – and touching it made him shiver. He was interrupted by the voice of his pet.

“How do you feel?” his dog asked.

Oh, so he hadn’t been hallucinating it. His dog could, apparently, speak. The transformation had wrung out what intellectual energy Frank might’ve otherwise had to process such a revelation, and so, he simply accepted it as fact instead. What did it matter why the dog spoke, especially when his cock was buried knot-deep in his ass?

“I’m… I’m okay. I think. Horny. Horny as fuck,” Frank replied, trying his hardest to string together a coherent sentence despite the fact that his head felt like it was filled with cotton, and his long muzzle felt unfamiliar, as if he were a puppeteer trying to master a new doll. “What… what am I going to tell her?”

“We’ll transform her too,” the wolfdog panted. “Or you will. You’re still my alpha.”

“…how?” Frank asked.

“Same way that I did. By fucking her,” his dog replied, and then licked along Frank’s scruffy neck. It didn’t take long before Frank had started to think about what he’d do to Amoreena when she returned.

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Amoreena, around the time when her boyfriend transformed into a barely recognizable and desperately horny werewolf, was just getting on the plane back home. Her hand still hurt, but only a little, and it was just as she had concluded earlier; there was a certain joy in having had the experience, even if it had been painful.

She didn’t, to say the least, expect any of what had happened back home, or even that she wasn’t the only one to have had new, painful experiences. In her mind, as she once again watched the earth far below through the airplane window, she’d probably give Frank the scare of a lifetime when she mentioned that she got bitten by a tiger.

He wasn’t answering any of her messages, though, not since that morning, which worried her a little. It was possible, of course, that he had simply misplaced his phone, or maybe broken it, but either way it left Amoreena ill at ease, and it wasn’t until later that day, when she was walking the last few meters to their shared home, that she allowed herself to think about those worries again. How she’d react if she came home to find Frank dead, for one. She didn’t need to worry, of course. Frank was more alive than he had ever been before.

Expecting the worst, she opened the door and stepped inside, only to be greeted by an overwhelming – but not unpleasant – smell of musk and cum, lingering in the air. No, it couldn’t be cum, could it? Unless Frank had spent the entire weekend masturbating…

She walked deeper into her unlit home. It felt different than it had when she left.

Of course, poor Amoreena had little time consider what the different-ness really meant when a pair of impossible strong, furred arms seized her from behind with a throaty growl, and her whole concept of reality was instantly shattered. Those hands didn’t belong to a human.

Amoreena struggled, though she couldn’t find the breath to scream for help. It was hard to, when you’d just been caught by something twice your size and impossible.

“Amy, it’s just me, you’ll…” Frank rumbled.

“She doesn’t understand you. Won’t, before the transformation begins,” the wolfdog replied, walking in front of the trapped human.

To her, their vocalizations sounded like growls and barks. But she recognized their dog, at least, who stared at her with curious eyes.

“Please help me,” she whimpered.

Frank and the dog would help her, just not in the way she expected, or had ever thought possible. Another deep, throaty growl next to her ear – hot breath washing over the side of her face and neck – told her to stay still, in no uncertain terms. Then, a hand adorned with talon-like claws sliced through the fabric of her clothes, beginning with her jeans.

She couldn’t think about what the beast wanted. Wouldn’t let herself think about it. It wasn’t possible. But there was such a distinct predatory masculinity to all of its actions that it was undeniable regardless. Her jeans, torn to shred, fell into a puddle by her ankles, and her thong, which suddenly felt far too revealing to be worn at all, took a single cut to see the same fate.

There was a brief pause between that moment and the next, a kind of blissful ignorance where Amoreena wasn’t yet sure of who the beast was, or what both him and the pet dog wanted. The moment ended when said pet wolfdog took a step closer, and she suddenly felt its broad tongue lap over her exposed pussy. She was no stranger to being eaten out, god forbid, but by a dog?

Neither the fact that the wolfdog was, as far as she knew, just a regular dog, nor the fear of what was happening – being held in place by some kind of werewolf – stopped the pleasure, though. She shuddered as a tongue dragged over her clit with excruciating slowness.

“W-what are you- what are you doing, wolfy?” she squeaked, not at all unlike how her partner had reacted earlier when the wolf “seduced” him in much the same way. Somehow, the fear that seemed to fill the very air around her made the pleasure more intense, the same way someone who survived a terrifying experience might only want to fuck right afterwards. It made her moan.

Frank cut off her shirt, and then her bra as well, leaving his girlfriend completely naked. Though he kept reassuring her that it’d all be alright, all she heard were growls. Not that she paid much attention to that with the broad doggy-tongue ravenously digging in between her tender folds and tasting as much of her as it wanted.

She moaned again, half in terror, as she felt a stiff slick warmth press against her naked body. But what was she to do? If she struggled, the beasts would no doubt tear her apart like a wet tissue. Maybe if she let them satisfy their urges on her body, they’d leave her alone, Amoreena reasoned, and so she didn’t resist as she was guided – no, forced, really, the wolf’s muscular arms left her unable to resist in the slightest – onto all fours.

It didn’t really take a genius to know what they were planning. The wolfdog sat down in front of her and stared directly into his eyes while the beast with the strong arms grasped her hips. She took a deep, sharp, breath, knowing exactly what awaited. Had it been roleplay between her and Frank, the scenario would’ve turned her on like crazy, but reality was much less pleasant than that.

Or so she thought, until that tapered, massive cock pressed into her. The motion itself felt dominant somehow, like the wolf was claiming her.

And he was, wasn’t he? Inch after inch of that delicious bestial length forced its way into her clutching cunt. It wasn’t possible to deny how good it felt, even if it was entirely unwanted. Amoreena quietly cursed her fantasies; she should’ve been struggling for her life, but instead she found herself growing wet around the werewolf’s cock, even clenching around it eagerly as if welcoming it inside her.

Frank’s shaft twitched, and a stream of warm precum splattered Amoreena’s cervix, and then the transformation began to claim her too. Only unlike Frank, she had already been contaminated with another animal’s essence. The tiger bite on her hand suddenly throbbed painfully, but unlike Frank, her transformation wasn’t to be painful, but ecstatic.

Along her body, stripes began to form, separated by soft, orange fur.

“-tiger?” she heard someone ask but shook her head. There was nobody who could’ve asked that. Instead, her focus was on that incredible, firm heat, by now so deep inside her that the tip nudged against her cervix.

Then the dog suddenly mounted her face. It leapt up, paws on her shoulders before wrapping his front legs around her midsection and leaving another canine cock less than an inch from Amoreena’s face. The sight was obscene, and yet, the instant Frank’s cock next made her moan with a surge of delicious, erotic friction surging from her cunt, the tip slipped into her open mouth, and suddenly she was full of canine – or perhaps lupine – cock from both ends. It felt deeply erotic despite how unwanted it was; it was like several fantasies coming true, just not exactly in the way Amoreen had imagined. A happy jerk of the wolfdog’s cock soaked her tongue in slick warm precum, and she swallowed instinctively before realizing how perverted it made her feel.

As she did, she noticed her own transformation beginning for the first time. It came, at first, as a rush of pleasurable strength that resonated through her growing muscles. Then, as a tingle along her arms as the striped fur began to spread there too. Amoreena’s mind swam as she realized what was happening, or at least, what she thought was happening, even if it wasn’t possible.

“-fine. Kitty always did want to-” someone said, though she didn’t yet connect the voice to the beast rutting into her sopping wet pussy.

Kitty, though. Kitty was the name Frank always called her. Kitty. The mental fog of transformation had already set in, leaving mind feeling like a shattered stained-glass mosaic window.

The wolf behind her paused for a moment to run his hand along Amoreena’s chest and belly, rubbing over her breasts and nipples in exactly that slow, deliberate way that she had always loved. Only it didn’t stop at her breasts, now. There were more swellings along her belly. Six, in total; new stiff little teats on the faintest outlines of secondary breasts, befitting of a tigress. She gave a shuddering moan.

Of course a tigress had more than just two breasts. She’d have to raise a whole litter one day, she reasoned, through the heated, pleasure-laden friction of a virile cock plundering her increasingly feline, spasming cunt. Or the other one stuffing her mouth full of delicious wolfdog cock that she blushed to realize she was sucking on eagerly now.

The wolf tugged her tail – she had a tail – and her back arched on instinct, thrusting herself more deeply onto the knotted shaft inside her. A half-swollen knot slipped into her wetness, and she felt another nudge at her entrance, nearly shattering her mind with the pleasured, filthy intensity of it. She moaned again around the wolfdog’s cock.

Frank’s hands squeezed her growing, multiple tits again, and another warm squirt of wolfdog precum filled her mouth. By now, her entire body had become subsumed by tiger-fur, and even her proportions had begun to change, from her usual self into something far more powerful and muscular, but undeniably feminine. The wolf nipped her tail, and she squirmed again. That was something Frank had always done – well, not to her tail, but her rump – and suddenly it all began to make sense, impossible as it was.

“-think she should be ready to understand us- nngh, her mouth is amazing,” the wolfdog panted. “I can’t believe how good it is.”

“Mm,” Frank replied. “How about it, kitty? You’re starting to look like a proper tigress.”

Frank. The werewolf was Frank, as the victim of some unnatural transformation. Amoreena was far beyond questioning any of it, at that point; she simply accepted it, just as she accepted the fact that she was sucking on her apparently sapient pet’s twitching cock and swallowing his precum with all the need of a cat in heat.

“Almost there,” the dog whined. While he certainly appreciated the chance to mount both of his owners, he had no interest in going further than that with dominating either one of them. He was just a good boy… one who had certain needs to take care of. He was pounding into Amoreena’s mouth now, heavy balls slapping against her chin, as he raced towards an inevitable climax.

Amoreena had maybe a heartbeat to prepare, and just as she took a shuddering breath through her nose, she felt the wolfdog’s cock throb heavily in her mouth. The next moment, her tongue was covered in sticky, canine cum. She swallowed as it pooled up in her mouth with each twitch and jerk of his shaft, relishing the feeling. He tasted musky and wonderful, and right then and there, it just felt right to let him empty his balls into her elongating snout, if only to speed up the wonderful transformation that already had its grip around her.

It was too much, of course. Plenty of the dog’s cum drooled from the sides of her mouth, onto the floor or down her neck, but Amoreena didn’t care. She kept her lips pursed against the wolfdog’s pulsating knot, drinking everything he had to offer, the seal between her tigrine lips and his cock tight enough to at least attempt to stop the spills.

Finally, the wolfdog fell back, his cock slipping from Amoreena’s tight embrace, and sat back on his haunches to watch, panting softly.

She was happy with swallowing what she could and licking the rest off her fingers as she wiped the sticky mess of the overflow from her chin, only to give a surprised yelp as Frank suddenly grabbed her hips and spun her around, leaving Amoreena on her back, and for the first time, facing her changed boyfriend. Though his ebon fur was still matted with dried blood in the places he hadn’t managed to reach while cleaning, he looked surprisingly handsome as a wolf. Handsome and fiercely muscular, though with Amoreena’s own changes, they were becoming more of a match. She wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed.

“You make for such a beautiful tigress,” he growled, possessively, before surrendering to the guiding motion of her legs and thrusting balls deep into the former human’s eager pussy once more.

But that wasn’t enough. He grabbed one of her feet, prying it from behind himself with superior strength, dug his fingers into her leathery yet soft sole, something that both he and Amoreena rather enjoyed, and she immediately rewarded him with a deep, resonating moan that sounded halfway like a tiger’s roar.

“W-what happened to you?” she managed to squeeze out, even as her pussy clenched wildly, soaking the werewolf with her nectar even before she reached her peak, while Frank’s knowing touches eased the ache of her feet twisting into a more pawlike shape. Still, the tiger-essence within her protected her from the worst pain, as well.

“Wolfdog did this,” Frank grinned, and then stuck his tongue out to lap at Amoreena’s foot, all the way from heel to toes, before returning to fucking her in steady, rhythmic thumps. “Thank him.”

Seeing herself as a tigress, as Amoreena could finally crane her neck enough to look at her sleek but muscular, striped, and fierce shape, she rather wanted to. Then again, she had just sucked the dog’s cock, which was thanks enough. Instead, she focused her attention to the glorious fucking her alpha was giving her.

For Frank, he was getting close to the shattering culmination of all the pleasure and pain that he had been feeling. All the skin-tearing, bone-shattering, brain-twisting aches, all the agonies of his teeth and nails falling out as if in a nightmare, but also the surging bestial pleasure in his new double-knotted cock. The sheer carnal need that possessed him, all but forcing him to keep pounding into her. Pleasure and pain that needed to be released in one massive climax.

And he was close. Oh, he was close. Amoreena’s claws raked across his muscular, tough-skinned back as he sped to a frenzied, bestial pace, heralding his climax about to happen in mere moments. Frank let go of her legs and splayed his hands over her many breasts, squeezing and kneading – and pinning her to the floor with almost all of his weight – as he jackhammered into the tigress.

His climax came violently. Frank let out a loud, shameless howl of pleasure – which his pet joined him in – as he drove both of his knots into his girlfriend’s sopping wet body, and then shuddered as he let go. Amoreena came at exactly the same moment, stiffening at first as his hot seed pumped into her in tangible spurt after spurt, each feeling like it filled her entire tigrine body with heat. She yowled and snarled, clawing and biting at her mate as her orgasm washed over her, leaving her in the throes of uncontrollable pleasure.

He bit into her neck, maybe a little too hard, but the moment was too wonderful to resist, washing out what little humanity remained in them both and leaving their bodies and minds smoldering with feral need, as Frank did his best to breed his beloved girlfriend with a litter of hybrid pups. He kept at it, trembling and thrusting weakly what little he could, knot tugging on Amoreena’s outer lips while she in turn clenched around it with blind, animal passion, each rhythmic little clench signaling another orgasmic spasm and rush of pleasure.

Eventually it ebbed, and once Frank slumped down on top of his tigress, the wolfdog who had started it all curled up next to the two, just about smiling with satisfaction. For him, everything was perfect; he could finally understand his owners, and they could understand him. But that moment between Frank and Amoreena? He didn’t interrupt, simply closing his eyes as he laid next to them.

“Welcome home,” Frank rumbled, to his lover. His voice sounded like a growl, but Amoreena could feel his affection, and not only because the giant werewolf was stuck two knots deep inside her.

She clenched around those knots and planted a kiss first on Frank’s muzzle, and then their mutual pet’s – who they’d no doubt be having an interesting relationship with, in the future.

There was just one problem; how could either of them go to work, or even leave the house, when they looked like anthropomorphic beasts? Only one solution could really exist in a situation like this; everyone had to become like them.

Society would be much more fun when all humans and their pets were on similar footing in intellect and horniness, anyway.