Belial: Wedding Gift
Belial: Wedding Gift
By Von Krieger
"I've got a surprise for you." Maggie said with a grin. Her husband lay next to her, still out of breath from their first session of lovemaking as man and wife.
Mark shook his head and held up his hands defensively. "Oh please, no! I'm still trying to recover from your last 'surprise.'"
"It's not that kind of surprise. Well... not right away." Maggie giggled as she plucked a small glass vial from inside the nightstand. The fluid inside glowed softly.
"Is that..." Mark asked, his eyes wide.
"Demon cum. Yes it is. I had an alchemist mix it up special."
"What for? Don't you even think about taking that!" Mark protested, reaching up to snatch the vial away from his wife. Maggie simply popped the top and tipped the liquid into her mouth, swallowing in a single gulp.
"Too late. I've seen all those magazines you have lying around. Anthropomorphics Monthly, Furry Girls, Sex Kitten."
Mark blushed, "Those were... fantasy stuff. I've always thought they were sexy, but I married you. I hope you didn't do anything too rash." He said as he placed a hand on her cheek.
"Well, unless the alchemist really ripped me off, there shouldn't be anything..." she moaned softly as the transformative liquid began to take hold, "That you'd find too unpleasant."
The newlyweds watched Maggie's body with anticipation. The first signs of change appeared on Maggie's belly, below her breasts. A pair of plump, pink nipples appeared on the smooth flesh just below her rib cage. Mark wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and nuzzled the new additions.
Maggie moaned in delight as Mark ran his tongue over one of her new nipples, which felt a little more sensitive than her originals. The flesh surrounding them began to swell, puffing outwards to slowly form into a second pair of breasts that perfectly mirrored Maggie's ample originals.
"Mmm... what happened to your lack of recovery from out last session of lovemaking, dear?" Maggie asked with a giggle.
"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I'm definitely not going to let this go to waste." Mark said, tongue trailing up Maggie's body, across her neck, encountering Maggie's own as the two shared a passionate, hungry kiss.
The familiar sensation was different, altered. Maggie's tongue was longer, thinner. Her teeth were different, gaining points, becoming sharper, more predatory.
Her face pressed forward into a small muzzle, which made the kiss a little awkward. Maggie pulled away from it, her head turning to look behind her. "It's right above my butt, I think I'm growing a tail!" she said excitedly.
Mark paid no attention to the soon to be growing tail; he was watching Maggie's ears. They had smoothed out and become pointed, and were beginning to grow larger. He reached up and began to stroke Maggie's changing ears, drawing a soft moan from his lover. Seemingly at his touch, short gray fur began to grow over Maggie's ears. Her change seemed to focus on whatever it was Mark was paying attention to at the time.
He grinned and took her head in his hands, watching with excitement as gray and white fur appeared on Maggie's face. The blue irises of her eyes became a radiant golden brown.
"A wolf." Mark said, awed.
Maggie grinned a canine grin, "Yup, your favorite, right?"
Mark just nodded, his hands slipping down to her shoulders, gorgeous silver-gray fur following them as they slid down Maggie's arms. Mark took her by the hands, watching as her long nails transformed themselves into blunt claws. Her fingers shortened, making her hands more paw like as dark, leathery pads appeared.
He admired her handpaws for a moment before moving his hands to her back, fur once more appearing near where he touched. Mark's hands traced the contours of Maggie's back and came around to grip her breasts for a brief moment before returning to her back, leaving the four bountiful orbs covered with soft, white fluff.
Mark gripped his wife's rump, the tiny nub at the base of her spine that appear to be almost waiting for his touch sprang outward to form a wolven tail with somewhat longer fur than the rest of Maggie's body.
His hands shifted to the front of her body, running down her hips, which seemed to swell at his touch, growing more muscular as well as sprouting fur; the promise of digigrade, canine legs to come. Mark smiled at that, Maggie had managed to discover his paw fetish.
He sped up the motion of his hands, quickly moving down to Maggie's feet, which he began to caress and massage. He watched with delight as the bones shifted, muscle moving, stretching on some places, shrinking in others. In a few moments the change was complete. In the span of only a few minutes, Maggie had gone from a beautiful human to a drop dead gorgeous anthropomorphic wolf.
"You're beautiful." Mark said, awed by his wife's transformation. He pressed up against her, ready to fully break in Maggie's wolven form. She pushed him away and giggled.
"Nuh uh, the alchemist said to wait 30 minutes before having sex; something to do with carnal energies mixing when two sources are so close, and demon cum having a tendency to jump across the barrier." She said by way of explanation.
"But there's no reason why we can't cuddle a little." Maggie said with a predatory grin as she wrapped her handpaw around her husband's member, causing him to gasp with delight at the softness of her pawpad.
"I think that goes a little beyond cuddling." Mark said with a grin, his own hand slipping between his wife's legs.
Maggie threw her head back and howled, a sudden stickiness covering Mark's fingers. He looked a little confused.
"Are you that sensitive down there now or..." he stopped when he saw the fear in Maggie's eyes.
"No, I'm changing again!" she whimpered.
And change she did. Her soft netherlips began to swell outward, the slit between them sealing off. Man and wife watched in horror and fascination as something large, long, and pink grew outward from Maggie's groin. It quickly took shape, forming into a mostly human member with a few small canine features. The head had a slight point to it, and the base swelled a bit, forming a partial knot. It lacked a sheath, hanging externally like a human member, a furred sack beneath it.
Both stared at Maggie's new maleness. The she-wolf's eyes began to tear, not having planned on any sort of alteration in that area. Mark simply chucked and grinned a lopsided grin. "Well, I guess you're no longer able to complain about me leaving the seat up." He said with a laugh. Maggie snorted and hit him with a pillow.
-o-
Maggie flushed the urinal, turning and heading to the sink to wash her hands. She admired her well proportioned, fur covered, completely naked form in the mirror, appreciating it greatly. A few male interests had apparently come along with male equipment. She strode out of the men's room and smiled at her husband, who was waiting outside, taking a few sips of water from the drinking fountain.
He clipped the leash to her collar before she dropped to all fours. She was perfectly able to move on two legs or four, though she seemed to greatly prefer four when she was out of the house.
Maggie had taken full advantage of the complete lack of law and regulation in the regards to unclothed transformees. In the weeks after her change Maggie had developed a serious exhibitionistic streak. Which was entirely the reason behind their daily walks to the park.
Well, not entirely, as Maggie pulled her husband over behind some bushes to the side of the path a few minutes later. She wagged her tail and grinned.
"What? Here?" Mark asked, a brow raised.
"Right here, lover-boy." Maggie said with a predatory grin. She stood and tugged on the leash, pulling Mark into her arms, her muzzle pressing against his lips as she went for the zipper on his pants, her own hard on pressing into her husband's awaiting hands.
"You know, I remember a time when I was the dominant one in this relationship." Mark said between kisses.
"That was before your sweet, blushing bride became a fearsome alpha-shemale. Now shut up and stroke." Maggie said with a mock growl.
"Yes ma'am." Mark said with a chuckle, the two embracing once again.