Play Yiff
This was an ongoing fantasy of my latest girlfriend's fursona, one that she played into often. She would even make the chirping noises and talk all cutesy.
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It was a pleasant early Saturday morning. So early that it was, indeed, just One O'clock. It was all mostly quiet, except for the continuous low roar of the modern world outside. It happened to be a warm, dreary summer night, and most things had calmed down to bed in the small city of around seventy thousand people. In a certain apartment near the downtown area, this was also true, by a stretch. All the lights in the apartment were off save for the stove light and the television, which only left faint traces of light upon the faces of the objects in the room. A couch sat in the middle of the room, bathed on the front side in the light glow of the quiet TV, which showed the flashing scenes of a horror movie. Upon the couch lay two amorously entwined living bodies, the male leaning on the large armrest, his head propped up with his paw, his golden eyes blissfully half-closed as he lay beside his lovely girlfriend. He turned his long muzzle to her, licking the top of her head between her ears lovingly. His free hand moved over her back gingerly, his claws gently ran over her loose T-shirt. She nuzzled the back of her head into his chest, her tall, triangular ears brushing against the bottom of his chin. They'd been dating for years now, and had moved in together to a leased apartment. Both held relatively steady jobs, which was a wonder for the current state of the Union. The female worked in a specialty shop which dealt with cars and motorcycles, the male worked the floor at a retail store and was the radio DJ for the grunge hour on the rock station. It worked out nicely, as they were able to spend a lot of time together, keep up on the utilities, and not stress themselves grey. The dog kissed the top of his
girlfriend's head gently, his hand drifting over her sides to her soft stomach, where he gently held her against him. He always had a thing for holding and nuzzling her stomach that neither of them really understood, but was cute nonetheless. He nuzzled the top of her head and deeply inhaled her sweet scent. They were both canine, the male being a dog and the female being a jackal. It was a nice mix, the exotic and the domestic, caught up in a happy swirl of love and adventure. Their relationship was steady but loving, while still retaining the slight pitfalls that would exist when any two beings were in union. The jackal breathed in deeply, leaning back into her love. He was slightly taller than her, and had a leaner frame, but she had to admit that she enjoyed the male, and appreciated how he could take control in lovemaking, but was rather submissive with everything else... For her, she had to be in control for everything else, so letting someone take the lead in bed was a much appreciated break. Right now, however, he was being too slow. She brushed her tail over his thighs, and gently took hold of his wrists, leading his free hand under her shirt to her voluptuous breasts. The male knew what she wanted, and, smirking, slipped his paw inside her bra and went to squeeze and play. He shifted his weight so that he could lay his head on her shoulder, and began to use his other hand to work her other breast. The foreplay went on, and before much time had passed, he had slid the jackal's shirt off, removed her bra, and unzipped her pants. She had straddled him and had done unto his shorts as he had done unto hers. She grinned as she pulled down his boxers and freed his red canine phallus, engorged from their play, and ready to please her. The male slid his hands up her thighs to her hips, his own muzzle wrinkled with a dirty grin, his eyes half closed and watching his curvy mate begin to ride him hard. The couch creaked quietly and the
epileptically-changing lights made the lovemaking seem surreal to the participants. After a long time of pounding, the female collapsed onto her mate with a sigh, and his arms wrapped around her snugly. He smiled, holding her warm body tight against him as they both slid into a light slumber, content for the time being.
The sun filtered in through the curtains, giving a very golden appearance which could have easily been mistaken for the late afternoon. The male opened his eyes slightly, and, upon seeing the amber window curtains, mistook it as being late afternoon. He jumped up, almost knocking over the coffee table, and tripping over the mess of blankets from last night. He heard a light laugh from his girl in the kitchen, and looked up to see her peering in, dressed in a baggy shirt and wearing a pair of his shorts, looking wild with the toothy smile on her muzzle and her messy fur. He got up, embarrassed by the spill, and wadded up the blanket before throwing them onto the couch. He ran his hands through his hair, setting it straight that way, and yawned with a nice stretch. "You're not a morning person, are you? I'm surprised you make it to work every day without breaking your nose, or your eager mornin' wood," She said. Her voice was sweet, a little rough, with more than a tinge of attitude. The dog laughed, picking up his boxers and fixing them. He went into the kitchen with his girlfriend, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, poking her muzzle over her shoulder, moving with her as she prepared breakfast. "I knew I smelled eggs," the dog said gruffly in his morning voice. "I knew I smelled a dirty dog, but I didn't say anything," was the jackal's ornery retort. Her mate laughed, and kissed her on the cheek before he let go of her to get a glass of tea. He fondly watched her cook as she made the eggs just the way he enjoyed, then threw the sausages into the pan to brown. He leaned back against the corner, drinking his tea slowly, staying quiet for a few moments. He sighed softly, looking out the window, before turning back to the jackal. "You're happy today, love." "Yes, I am," she said, smiling, "I've gotten a week off 'cause I managed a build in record time." She smiled proudly as she handed her boy a plate of food. "Really, now? That rocks!" "Yeah... And I've got a special treat for you, puppy, but you're going to have to wait till this evening," she kissed him on the cheek, "But I'm sure you'll like it..." "No hint, baby?" "Well, sure... What's scalie, has wings, and is in the game we always fight over?" "Well! Ain't that vague!" The dog took another sip. "We've fought over every game." "That's because you try to play Okami all day long..." By now she was pulling the sausages out of the skillet, putting them on a papertowel-padded plate, uncovering the eggs. She was about to start serving him. He walked up behind her and reached between her elbow and her waist to grab a sausage, and she smacked his paw with the spatula. "Stoppit, you." "Ow, that's not nice, meanie." She blew a rasberry at him. How... Cute?
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After breakfast, the day went fairly well. They spent it on the couch together, made plans for later. It was getting time to go shopping for household supplies. The normal things; paper towels, toilet paper, tea, et cetera and so on. They decided it could wait until late that day, after the girl unveiled her surprise. They watched Ultimate Dog Tease on the web, and spent a good while re-enacting it, with the girl playing the owner and the male playing the dog, and doing fairly well at it. It quickly changed direction to the surprise that was coming soon. "So... You know the spellbook, right?" "The spellbook? The one with the..." "Yeah, all the spells. Well, I was digging around in it, and I found something... interesting." "Yeah?" "Something... scalie..." "Yeah?" The dog's ears perked up cutely. He was kneeling on the floor before here, his hands on her knees, his head tilted as he gave her puppy eyes. "Something.... big..." "Is't sexy?" "Yes. Very sexy..." "What is it?" "Well, I'll just have to show you..." The girl extracted from between the couch cushions a black blindfold. Her doggy boyfriend wagged his tail and was happy enough to bark. "Just put this on and don't peek until I say..." "Okay," he obediently responded, and let her fasten the blindfold tight. After this came a long time of him sitting there teasing himself with his mind, imagining what she could be doing. Maybe she got some sexy new lingerie, or even those chaps he always wanted to see her in. Ooh! Maybe she was... Wait, she mentioned that spellbook. So what spell? He took a little sniff. There was her, her arousal... Some salt... Beeswax candles... "There, you can open them, I want you to see the show." The dog opened them, and immediately began to wag his tail and grin stupidly and ecstatically at what he saw. There she was, standing only in her lingerie, (albeit previously-seen lingerie), but in the center of a large salt spellcircle, expertly lined and accentuated with red candles, each adorned with a silverleaf dragon. "Guess what I'm gonna do." she mischievously growled. The dog just gawked. She was really going to do it! His tail struggled against the couch's cushion as he grew in excitement and arousal, already forming an anticipative bulge in his boxers. The jackaless smiled, and slowly
knelt down onto her knees. She picked up a spell book off the ground, and brushed her hair back over her shoulders. Slowly she stood up, and shot a sultry look to the dog before she opened it to a previously-marked page. Quietly, clearly and slowly, she began to read the incantation aloud. Her doggy boyfriend squirmed in his seat, barely able to contain his excitement. The show was about to begin. Her chanting began to grow louder and quicker. The words were harsh and sharp, some kind of foreign magic, perhaps a proto-germanic kind. It was rhythmic, poetic, fully lending itself to the fast tempo at which the jackaless now chanted. Faster and faster, making the lights blur and begin to short, as the room became full of a strong gust of energy, running through both the dog's and jackal's fur. She was glowing with the magic that gathered around her and soaked into her body in a kind of magical osmosis, filling her tissue with the energy needed for the transformation. The dog felt it, and felt a great amount of longing, lust, and love well up in his heart, which thundered against his chest as he gripped the couch, his claws digging in, his teeth grit. The jackaless's body began to glow brighter and brighter, light shining out of her eyes and mouth, until she was lifted off the ground. Her chanting sounded distant but constant like ambient noise, until finally its hum grew louder, and, breaking the rhythm, she ended with different words which generated a loud flash and a clap of noise that made the dog flinch.
When he opened them again the circle of salt was broken, blown apart, the candles were blown out and scattered, and the jackal girl kneeled there on the ground, on her hands and knees, bent over, panting. The dog jumped up and rushed over to her, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her. "That was awesome... What's that spell supposed to do?" She grinned up at him. She began to stand up, and he went to help her. He started to talk again but she shushed him with a pawpad to the nose. "No, shut up. Let's make out." He began to try to say "That's rather straightfoward," but she didn't let him. She jammed her muzzle against his and tilted her head, pressing her long, flat, smooth tongue past his lips. He capitulated, leaning into her there, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her again his raging erection, still hidden by his underwear. As he ran his claws through her fur, chunks began to come away with them. He was confused at first, and pulled away from his kiss to look at her, but she pulled him back right away. As he rubber her all over, he helped her shed her fur, and underneath he found rough, almost leather skin. He ran his hands through her hair and felt woody horns budding there, and took away with him a pawful of beautiful brown hair, which he then dropped to the ground. He pulled back from her again. Her body was all bare, her fur had fallen away, and out of her new leathery hide began to grow shining scales, from her muzzle back over her. Her thin tail grew out and began long and thick at the base as it stretched and cracked, prompting a lusty moan from the jackal. She leans in to kiss her doggy as he saw her body begin to swell and grow more ferally-built, torso round and thighs big and shapely, as her muzzle also crunched and restructured into a much stronger, less delicate thing, adorned with a horn on the nose. Her scales were all rough all over her, sticking out
fiercely, sharp-looking, all over, even the plate-scales on her underside, which grew out over her receding breasts. Her neck grew longer and her beautiful ears thinned and began to grow into a kind of leather webbing stretched between articulate spines. This webbing grew down her strongly-pronounced jawline to giver her a regal appearance. Her whole body was now more brutish, more animalistic, but somewhat shapely, with wide hips and a firm rump, and a chest whose swells hinted at feminine, mammalian breasts but held no nipples. Still changes were going on, and the lusty dragoness pressed her dog down onto his knees with her paws, which were cracking and growing into long-fingered, sickle-bearing hands, all covered in rough scales. Down there, he had an unparalleled view of her sex as she pushed down her panties and exposed to him her wet pussy, which was unfittingly canine. That was starting to change, however, as it began to slowly grow back from the front and stretch sideways to fit better between her plate-scales, migrating somehow back to where her pucker would have been, becoming a functional draconic cloaca. He got a good taste of it as she shoved his muzzle to it, forcing him to stick his tongue in and feel the internal structure changing, feeling the chamber inside fork into two tunnels. He put his hands on her wide, square, armored hips and began to pleasure her and make her moan. She felt a swell of power in her, making her want to roar out to the world, welling up in her barrelled, muscled chest, wanting to show off her new body. But first, she had a willing, happy little doggy here to pleasure her and be pleasured. She was wholly a dragon in form, save for the wings, which would have been more a hinderance at this point than an enhancement. She did roar, but it was filled with lust and want, and was long and purring. She pinned her doggy to the ground and thoroughly declothing him. She roughly fondled his soft, sensitive balls with her smooth, cool, scalie hands, teasing the base with her claws
and making him squirm in her grip, as she began to grind against his furry leg. She was willing getting a groove going, and when she got his Red Rocket fully out of its protective furry sheathe, she moved up his body until she straddles his hips. She pushed herself down, hotdogging it against her burning cloaca as he whimpered and put his big paws on her waist. Come to think of it, her waist was a little wider now, her hips narrower. Her breasts were less than Bs, even though as a Jackal she very well had average Ds. The dog attributed it to the less mammalian nature of Dragons, and thought nothing of it. She pleasurously grinded against him for a long time, teasing his cock to a false knot and almost making him cum twice. As she went, the dog's eyes closed in bliss. His dragonian lover began to feel lighter, her thighs' grip on his hips tighter and tighter, her waist and hips narrower. He slid his paws up her form to find it smoother, her breasts to be almost completely gone as he gave the tiniest squeeze- her vocalization, rather than a rolling growl of pleasure, was a high-pitched sort of chirp. The dog opened his eyes. Upon his lap, grinding him, the voluptuous drake of his dreams was becoming smaller. By now, she must've been around middle school-age, with a few budding curves but nothing extraordinary. He was shocked, awed, amazed. He wanted to tell her to stop, and as he put his hands on her shoulder, she chirped again, leaned forward, and began to grind even harder. He watched through half-lidded eyes as the shrinking drake rode his red rocket until he arched his back. She grabbed it in her soft-scaled hands as he squirted, and by now, she was only a gradeschooler's age physically. Her cloaca was still moist but hidden and tight between her soft belly plates, her hips
and body were straight, her front and back flat as LCD screens. Her features were all softer and pudgier; her face had hatchling pudge that softened her previously austere, high cheekbones and her lean muzzle, which was now short and juvenile on her face, while her horns had fully gone away, leaving but nubs. She hadn't noticed yet. The dog looked down and sighed and shivered worriedly. The drake wouldn't react well. He couldn't even call her a drake. In fact, as he sat up, he was almost able to take her in his armed. "When'd you get so big?" She asked, bewildered, suddenly hit by confusion and vertigo. "Hun, love, you... You shrank!" "What? No, I... What?! I did! This... How?" she stammered on and on, struggling. The dog could only hold her as she tried to wiggle out of his hands. The worst part, she continued to de-age, until she was just in the dragon-life-stage after hatchling. By the time she stopped, she was bawling, and her doggy hubby was crying softly as he held her tiny form. They held eachother for hours, until the little hatchling asked him to take her to her bookshelf. He held her as she solemnly selected to book on dragons... Luckily there was a whole set of chapters on spell complications, how to prevent and reverse them, and all the things a Witch or Warlock would need. The adult-minded hatchling turned to the page she needed with her short, soft dragonling fingers. The old paper was so rough it felt strange between the lamb-soft leather. "Alright..." She said. Her voice was high-pitched, squeaky. Her dog's heart was beating up in his throat as he read over her shoulder, her sitting in her now-oversized reading chair. "Dragon spell complications..." She read on for awhile. "Oh... Oh Anubis, there it is." The dog leaned over her shoulder more to read. He could almost fit one of his paws, claw-to-tip, around her body. She almost disappeared in his fur. There it read something along the lines of, 'Due to the huge difference in aging between Dragonoids and mammals, a clause of Age Compensation must be included in the initial incantation. Otherwise, the caster may, upon the full assumption of the adult version of their drake form, begin to regress uncontrollably until they're what they would be at that age, if they were born as a drake.' The dog paused and looked at his hatchling girlfriend, as she looked at him with her huge toddler eyes. He read some more, apprehensively.
'There is no way to reverse this until the original spell expires, at which time the caster will return to their starting age.'
"Hun," The dog asked. It was strange to be refering to someone that looked like they could count their age on their fingers 'hun'. "How long was that spell made to last?"
"All my break.." She dejectedly sighed.
The dog sighed with her, and put his arms around her. She was stuck like this, the whole time. Maybe they could just wait it out. There wasn't much of a way to reverse the spell, so they had to go with it, and so, indeed, she was stuck as a toddler-height dragon hatchling her whole break from work. The whole week. Surely they could make it?
The rest of the day was awkward. The drake in her small form sat nestled in blankets on the couch next to her big warm doggy. It went without saying, that as she was regressing, she didn't achieve her own orgasm. She wondered if she even could. It was all that was on her mind, like it was locked from the onset of her spell on the lust she had, her plans for a whole week of hot dragon lovemaking with her doggy. She still wanted it, she was unbearably lusty around him, even though her little hidden cloaca was closed and dry. She still thought very much like an adult, with all her memories and her personality and her fiery attitude, but her body betrayed her, and gave her a cute lisp, made her squeak instead of growl or roar, and made her slip into speech patterns with the words "Piddle" and "Poot" and all other cute euphemisms a young child would say. She couldn't even bring herself to say a curse word.
This led to interesting bathroom stories, as she had to beg her doggy boyfriend, who now looked more like he could be her father, to open the door, and sometimes help her up onto the 'potty'. Other times, she had to climb up herself, which was a challenge, as the shiny new porcelein was up past her waist.
Sunday passed much the same way as Saturday before it, with the hatchling trying to repress her sexual desire for her loving but now much bigger and more aged boyfriend. She took to calling him 'boyfwen', to not let him forget his place with her, or their roles in eachother's lives. Sometimes she found herself grinding her hips against a pile of clothes, or idly pressing her short digits to her cloaca, but she was able to stop before her 'Boyfwen' saw.
Meanwhile, her doggy tried his best to not let it affect him. He was still affectionate and cuddly like always, but he did his best not to cup her groin or breasts like when she was an adult jackal. It took some time to get used to, really, as it was just something he was used to doing around the house when she was home. Whenever he caught himself, he passed it off smoothly as a slip of his paw.
Monday came, and the dog had to go to work. He left his hatchling-girlfriend behind with the remote and the TV, and left the computer logged in for her to occupy herself.
The jackal was bored in no time, and with no one around, she let herself submit to her higher adult needs. She honestly wondered now about how her altered cloaca would feel, and she salivated over the thought of her 'Boyfwen's big, pink, blue-veined dog dick. She shivered as she let one of her pudgy hands go down to her cloaca, and began to massage the closed, undeveloped lips.
She bucked her hips in the suddenly electric pleasure. It was dull, but sensitive in a totally new way. It shot right up her spine as her new fresh nerves were undampened by her thin scales. She experimentally stuck the tip of her claw in, then slowly pressed her whole digit in. She arched her back and made a loud, high-pitched chirp.
Next thing she knew, she was laying on the couch furiously masturbating herself, chirping loudly and wildly as her stubby tail flailed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched in frustration as the pleasure mounted and mounted but granted no release, instead beginning to build up a high pressure. She mistook it for her orgasm; though the pleasure was that great it was no orgasm. As she finally released, the whole area between her thighs was drenched with a hot, thin fluid. She collapsed to a nap.
Her doggy came home that afternoon, tired, yawning as he began to strip of his work clothes on the way to his room. She was still asleep on the couch, peacefully snoozing, no evidence of her earlier romp. So the dog decided to write a little note and go to take a nap.
When she awoke, groggy, but incessantly horny and eagerly motivated by her apparent orgasm, she read the note, and her little round head was instantly filled with naughty images.
The hatchling went to the mirror to look over herself. Very short, less than two feet tall. Her scales were all soft and dull, her horns were only nubs. She had a totally flat body, without a single curve to it. No breasts at all, no hips, no ass. Her legs and arms were short and childish and pudgy with hatchling softness, likewise was her fave and short, square muzzle, which even still possessed the egg-tooth.
The cloaca between her legs was invisible to her. In fact, she had to feel around to search for it. As she probed it with her fingers and muffled a chirp, she felt that it was so tight she could barely fit two fingers in on her own. It even had no swollen lips, no womanliness. Her body was totally that of a fresh toddler hatchling's.
That didn't stop her dexterous, lust-driven mind. She'd planned to fill every moment of her honey's home-time with her sexy dragon self. And, damn it, she'd make herself sexy! You just didn't get to randomly take a week off from work anymore! She'd make the best of it. She knew how sometimes his hands would brush over her shapeless rump or flat chest, and how he missed her body. Maybe, maybe she wasn't all that bad still. Maybe she could still get his red rocket up and thrusting.
She went into his room quietly, and slowly crawled into his bed. She pulled the covers away gently to expose his naked, hot, sleeping body. There were his plump nuts, sitting in their loose furry bag, so sensitive and covered in short, fine fur. His sheathe, plump on its own from sleep-pleasure, the pink tip sticking out. She reached forward with her pudgy hand, and began to fondle him.
Her hands were so small that she could only take one in each, but she began to roll them around. It wasn't long at all, before she gave up on that, and mounted him.
She ground her cloaca's closed-tight opening against his hot balls and sheathe, moaning. There she was, a twenty-one-year-old jackal woman reduced to a sexless just-hatched dragon, still getting some from her now much older boyfriend. It made her feel dirty just the right way, she felt herself getting hot even though her little slit wasn't swelling at the lips or generating any fluids. Seeing the dog's phallus, rising out of its furry pouch of a sheathe, thrilled her more. It was almost the length of her whole torso, as she hugged it in the center of her breastless chest and began to push up and down, riding along its length.
The dog began to stir as his knot swelled, and soon he blinked sleepily at her. He ignored her at first, before he did a sudden doubletake that shocked him awake. "Wh-what?!"
The dragonling grinned at him, then leaned down to rub her eggtooth against his pointed tip. He shivered and moaned, before she licked it and made him buck up hard.
"Hunny, what... What are you doing?"
She kept on for a moment, then stopped on the threshold of his orgasm. "I'm playing wiff my doggy!" she chirped happily, "I'm still your giwelfwen, right?"
"Ungh, yes, but... Babe... You're like... Five... Love, please..."
She began to stroke him harder and grind her still-closed, yet unbudded flower against his heavy balls. He moaned more.
"Are you my boyfwen or not, doggy?" She chirped with an edge in her voice. She growled playfully, the high-pitched trilling coming from the just-hatched-looking little thing that was molesting him.
Yet it felt so good... She was his girlfriend, she'd been planning this, and, her soft scales felt so good! He leaned back, lifted up his hips, taking her with them as she stroked behind his knot.
"Ungh... Oh god..."
But now, the dragonling was beginning to feel frustrated. She was horny as all hell, but her body just wasn't old enough to respond. She couldn't get herself into the mood, physically, no matter how kinky this was. She needed her boyfriend to fuck her, to try, not for the pleasure but just to prove that she was still his girl, and he would take her in any form.
She chirped as she pulled off of him, and turned around. She bent over and stuck her rump up in the air, and looked down at the doggy through the space between her pudgy shapeless legs. He saw her cloaca, just barely visible between two plate scales. The dog sits up and apprehensively fits his paws to her narrow, boyish hips.
There she was, offering to him. His girlfriend, all her body taken away. He could take her... It'd be all him. She was there for him. She wanted it...
"Hun, is that-- is that you inside?" he asked her as he stroked down her back, making her churr cutely.
"Yeah..." She murmured, still high-pitched, still very childish invoice. "C'mon, stud, get me... I'm your dragon girl, the one you always wanted..."
He felt the chills run up his neck and his hackles stand on end. That was it... There was no turning back. He slowly pressed the tip of his big red member to her. "This isn't gonna fit..."
She chirped, shivering herself. She was shaking all over, whether with nervousness or anticipation it was not clear. "Please, try... Prove it... Prove you'd take me in any form... Like you said when I told you I could shift..."
He set his teeth. He was there, at her biologically-closed entrance, her sexually immature cloaca just presented to him. And that was his girlfriend in there, totally his, totally subservient and totally wanting this. She was cute and sexy in a horrible, naughty, taboo way, but that only made it better for him.
It was only his girlfriend. She was really twenty one. This was temporary. He ought to enjoy it, she ought to enjoy it.
"Pleeease, boyfwen... Let's play yiff!"