Experiencing Feral Heat 3: Changes
#2 of Experiencing Feral Heat
Sorry for taking so long. It takes me a while to write.
Experiencing feral heat 3 : Changes
Cathy braced herself nervously as the Rottweiler loomed over her. His large tip poked her ass, probing for an entrance. It felt like electricity. Her lust was surly driving her mad. 'Oh hurry up and fuck me' she thought.
When George slid into her, it was such a warm and satisfying feeling. She could never have imagined anything like it. An incredible almost painful need followed by such a delightful pleasure. The feeling of being wrapped up in a blissful furry cocoon of muscular male dog. It began to make her feel light headed and shaky.
Pete's seed still coated her entrance, allowing George to slide in and out smoothly, despite George's larger girth.
She watched the other female across the room, who now laid on her back with her furry legs wrapped around the hips of a German Sheppard that would fervently pound her to orgasm. She felt so dirty watching this, but she loved every second.
A warm tongue pressed against her muzzle. It was Pete. He was up on all fours again with his tail wagging, anxious, as he was the first time. She enjoyed his silly k-9esk attention and focused on his emerging erection stiffening between his hind legs. If he placed it in front of her muzzle, she would surely have no problem sucking it to ejaculation.
After a few more gleeful licks of her muzzle, Pete brought his groin closer to her face. She eagerly parted her lips for him only to get poked in the nose sharply by his rigid cock. It was difficult to wrap her tongue around it because he was thrusting his hips before he could even get into position. He was obviously frantic with excitement.
George felt wonderful inside her abused pussy; his knot seemed to tickle her clitoris in such a perfect way. She imagined that she could get used to these sorts of things, and began to think about what the other dogs would feel like inside of her.
When Pete's balls began spilling their contents into her muzzle, this time she was ready, swallowing everything he gave her. He kept his hips wrapped around her muzzle for a long time after he was finished while George continued to pound her from the other end.
George's knot never quite entered her properly and when he climaxed, most of his seed ended up as a mess on her underbelly and the floor.
After the two dogs were finished with her, she sprawled out across the floor with a sigh of exhaustion while George licked her neither regions clean.
He enjoyed lapping up his own fluids while indulging in the lovely smell of her heat.
The digital clock on the wall showed quarter to eight, visitors would soon be let into the unit and Cathy's parents were sure to be among the first to enter.
The other dogs had left the room as the visiting hour grew near.
As the intoxication of the moment wore off, it was replaced by feelings of sheer embracement and guilt. A strange K-9 was very crudely pressing his fat k-9 tongue against her semen soaked vagina. The slurpy sound of his muzzle was now making her feel disgusted. Her feelings of lust had betrayed her, made her behave like the dirtiest of whores. Why had she even considered degrading herself to this extent? She thought to herself. How had she lost her ability to think logically from a mere scent? How had 19 years of abstinence come to such an abrupt and dirty halt?
She shot up and darted out of the room, much to George's surprise. She passed Pete and the other dogs without acknowledging any of them, and shot right to her bunk. Her nose dove under the woolen blankets, where she wished she could escape from everything, but she couldn't seem to bury her head far enough to get away from the musky smell of the other dogs.
"What's happening to me?" She whispered to her self.
Under the blankets her muzzle moved between her thighs where some more K-9 semen had leaked out of her. She began to lick herself, but her timing was terrible. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her parents. They were standing close together, watching her through the glass dividing wall separating their human zoo from the outside world.
She almost grinned before she noticed their blank faces. Dr. Keener pointed to her and spoke to them, then her father turned and left, followed closely by her mother. And that was it.
Had they really just left her like this? How could they have been so cold? She would cry if she could, but no tears would come! So she buried herself back under the blankets. When Dr. Keener approached her, she ignored most of what he tried to say, something about being difficult to accept. There could never have been a good enough excuse for leaving her like this.
She was Angry more than anything else. She just wished her parents had stayed long enough for her to tell them where to go. And this nagging question kept repeating itself... What's going to happen to me next?
Four more comatose dogs were wheeled into the already overcrowded unit that morning. The place was noisy and chaotic and Cathy's scent was making the male dogs jumpy, energetic and erratic. There wasn't many private places during the mid day bustle, so the males had to do their best to conceal their uncomfortable erections, while the female dogs kept their tales low and kept to their side of the unit.
They watched a lot of TV, and read cartoonishly large Kindle e-books with giant red buttons fixed to the table that would turn the pages when their clumsy paws pressed them. Some just watched the parking lot from the big bay windows or slept, while the more energetic dogs chased each other around the unit.
The doctors always had more tests for the recovering patients, some as simple as balancing on a piece of wood, and some involving complex memory and technical skill challenges. Tests were often performed by younger interns, who seemed as nervous and confused as the recovering dogs they were testing. The doctors and nurses all seemed brutally overworked, never staying in one spot for very long. They scurried between rooms with clipboards, and shook their heads with frustration every time a new patient was wheeled in.
Much attention was paid to that corner bed with the curtains drawn around it. That morning, Dr. Keener, who seemed to be in charge of all the other doctors, visited the strange bed a dozen times at least, often escorted by other doctors or young business types in expensive looking suites.
Cathy could hear Raven telling the story to the other females on her side of the unit. About a huge feline beast that lay on the other side of those curtains, something Dr. Keener conjured up in his test tubes. A monster cat with opposable thumbs and a giant cock.
By the afternoon Cathy was beginning to feel a little better. Her consolation being; at least she wasn't dead. She did beat death, the only certain thing in life, not so certain anymore. This other life sure has a lot of problems, but it's certainly better than the alternative, she thought.
She leapt down from her bed, deciding she just couldn't sleep anymore, and not having breakfast or lunch, her stomach was growling with hunger.
The females were sharing a stew of some kind that was poured into several bowls on the floor. This seemed to be a harshly degrading way to share lunch, but her roommates seemed to be enjoying the brown chunky mush very much. It certainly smelled good. She found a bowl that seemed to be untouched and dove right in. It was delicious, and she was surprised how quickly she was able to finish it. Jeff, the dog she had met earlier, was the first to greet her, and began introducing everyone else.
Other than Jeff, the female dogs were roughly her size and age. She politely introduced her self around the circle. There was Brittany, Tanya, Stacy and Marge, who were all boarder collies like herself, Ashley, Amanda, Sasha and Raven were German Shepards, and Saraha and Nicole were some kind of mix-breed she couldn't identify.
She recognized Raven only a moment after being introduced, and again was suddenly overcome with the embarrassment she had felt from her earlier experience.
"What are you guys watching?" Cathy asked quickly.
"There's not much to watch during the day, we've only got fifteen channels," one of the boarder collies replied.
Cathy had already forgotten their names.
"We're watching world news," another boarder collie continued. "It's either this or Judge Joe Brown. We're waiting for Judge Judy to come on at three."
"Oh, well... She's not bad, kind of like a female Al Pacino. I'll join you." Cathy replied.
She found a comfortable position next to Jeff and turned her attention to the TV. It seemed like every other story was about the procedure she had just been through. The new discoveries doctors were making in the field, and the opinions of radicals on both sides of the issue. They were either calling it 'reincarnation,' or 'Frankenstein's monsters.'
The church seemed to be on the fence. While some doctors were receiving death threats for creating abominations of Gods creatures, other doctors were being hailed as saints for enacting the miracles of saving the lives of people who were hopelessly ill.
Hospitals in bigger cities had line-ups going around the block, and down several other blocks. They held signs saying, 'Please Help', and 'Cancer since 2008.'
Police in riot gear stood around other hospitals, batons and tear gas at the ready.
Policy makers were scrambling, as party lines seem to completely break down over the issue.
"It seems like people are taking this thing a lot more seriously than I remember," Cathy whispered to Jeff. "What happened when I was sleeping for all that time?"
"The technology got out... and it's really not that complicated... And now they know it works."
"I guess people don't know how to take it." Cathy sighed.
The commercials began, and her focus fell back on this awkward situation with Raven and the other female dogs, who now had certainly figured out where the heat smell was coming from.
Raven slowly rose from her pile of blankets and made her way over to Cathy, who pretended not to notice her approaching.
She calmly sat down next to Cathy and gave her a polite grin.
"When I first got her, the same thing happened to me sweetie."
She had Cathy's attention now, and Cathy was beginning to feel irritated.
Cathy whispered back to her, "You're going to have to be more specific, too many shitty things have happened to me lately."
"Theirs no point in whispering sweetie, everyone hears everything in this place."
Cathy swiveled her ears and realized it was completely true.
"I was driving home from a thanksgiving dinner with my fiancé, when we got in a head on collision with a drunk driver. We both came here together. And before this place, I had never been with another."
"What are you saying?"
"I came into heat, shortly after arriving, and I didn't know how to handle it. I let six random dogs have their way with me while my fiancé was still comatose. I did things with them that I'd never thought I'd ever do... Right in front of the man I loved, the man I wanted to marry. I was disgraced with myself. I felt so guilty and vile that I thought about suicide. But then it passed, and I had time to think clearly."
"What did your fiancé say when he found out."
"He couldn't help himself either when Brittany came into heat." She said with a slight grin. "We have to realize that we're not human anymore. We all go through a long and painful transition of acceptance here. Everyone tries to be what they were, tries to settle back into their normal old lives, but it doesn't work. It's just not our nature anymore. Humans themselves are mostly motivated by their instincts; they can't control it any more than we can. When we change into K-9's it becomes a matter of accepting a different set of instincts. Instincts that may feel crazy at first, but in the end, they're just different. We may have changed into dogs, but nature is set in stone..."
Cathy looked around at the other dogs in the circle, who were now paying more attention to Ravens speech than the TV.
"Raven's been here the longest, and she knows what she's talking about." Brittany added. "You would do well to listen to her, she helped a lot of us here..."
Cathy smiled politely in response. She didn't know what to say, or what to think for that matter.
The feeling in her loins was beginning to creep back and she was trying hard not to fantasize about being mounted.
"Being a K-9 isn't so bad once you get used to it," said Amanda. "It's a very content life compared to being human. As long as there's food in our bellies, were happy. It really doesn't take much to be satisfied, playing with a ball, or chasing another dog can be hours of fun. Plus, during the night we have more fun with the boys. I tell you, I've got it better here than I did before."
"Come on Jeff, Join us tonight. You're a female, you should be having as much fun as the rest of us." Brittany said to Jeff with a grin.
"No thanks ladies, I was born a handsome young heterosexual MAN, and a male dog pinning me down is just way too big a leap for me! I agree with Ravens instinct speech, but that doesn't mean I'm doing any of that stuff. I'm sure Dr. Keener is working on my situation, everything will be fixed down there."
"Dr. Keener seems pretty busy these days Jeff." Replied Stacy.
"I'm not having this conversation again." Jeff replied.
Raven bent over and licked Jeff's face. "You know we all love you Jeff."
"Yah, yah,"
Most of the males were lounging in the sunroom, where the most comfortable couches were, and more importantly, where the air was freshest. They tried to escape the smell of the bitch in heat as much as possible... at least until eight PM, when the day staff cleared out.
Pete lay by himself, staring out of the window and only half listing to the conversation that the other dogs shared. His mating session had a profound effect on him as well. He was beginning to feel ashamed about how he had behaved. For a while he thought that Cathy might be special, that he shared something deep with the female he lost his virginity to, but somehow things had turned completely sideways. He participated in gang-banging her, and disgracing her by blowing his load in her face. He treated her like a piece of meat, with no feelings at all, which is something he never even believed he was capable of. She ran to her bunk afterwards, probably humiliated, and he placed the blame on himself.
They hadn't spoken since that morning. Pete followed the other male's examples, and stayed where he was. He doubted Cathy would want to see him again, or it would at least be very awkward.
The afternoon loomed on, as the restless dogs counted the seconds on the clock.
The lights were turned off in the testing rooms, as the last nurses gathered their belongings, and made their way to their cars.
Many of the female dogs, who pretended to be relaxing, watching TV or sleeping suddenly had energy. They giggled with each other and wagged their tails, gleefully greeting the excited males that moved into the crowed a few moments later.
Shameless licks and sniffs were taking place all around.
Many of the dogs broke of into two's and three's and found themselves private areas. Raven and all of the other girls Cathy had shared the afternoon with had suddenly dispersed into the growing crowd, and Cathy found herself sitting with Jeff next to the TV.
She could feel her loins burning wildly, she was probably filled with more need than the other females, and they were already off fornicating with the boys.
The smell of male musk was intense. The unit smelled like sex within moments. She scanned the crowed for Pete, and was relieved to spot him making his way towards her. She could see his erection dangling between his legs, but he kept his head low as if he was ashamed of it.
Her need became so great that she imagined she wouldn't be able to stop herself from presenting her tail end to Pete if he insisted, but she wanted to at least appear to take the high road.
"I'm sorry about how things went this morning." Pete said as he approached her. "It's my first time experiencing this."
Cathy grinned slightly. "I don't blame you, look around, it seems like this thing that's happening to me... it's driving everyone nuts."
"Yah, the guys were talking about it all day." Pete replied.
Pete saw Cathy taking a look at his cock and he began to blush.
"Instincts I guess." Cathy said quietly.
Pete began moving closer to her. Nothing necessarily had been solved between them, but they both seemed to mutually get past it. Pete wanted nothing more than to take another deep breath of her scent, so he planted his wet nose against her tail and inhaled. Her smell was amazing. It made his heart flutter and his penis grow painfully hard. Cathy stood still patiently to allow Pete to inhale as much as he desired. She was shaking with anticipation. Her compunctions faded away, and were once again replaced by simple animal desire.
Growing ever more irritated and frustrated, Jeff got up from his comfortable spot nearby and trotted away, without drawing much attention from the horny dogs.
Cathy and Pete were still more or less in the middle of the unit, but everything around them became insignificant.
Pete tried pushing his tongue closer towards her private parts, but Cathy kept her tail down to punish him, or perhaps just to tease him. He pushed harder and harder, glowing closer with each attempt, while Cathy simply enjoyed the attention.
His nosepad finally wedged into the right position to gain leverage against her tail, and he was able to bring his cold nosepad right up against her asshole. Her eyes shot open as her protected parts were now totally vulnerable.
His tongue swiped across her wet swollen vagina, and she almost lost her balance. She inhaled sharply, and shamelessly let out a moan that was loud enough to grab the attention of the few other dogs still lounging in the room.
His rough tongue tickled her clitoris very nicely, and she continued to moan with each penetrating swipe.
She began to notice that several other dogs were enjoying the show, but she didn't seem to care anymore. She simply rested her eyes, and crouched down slightly, ready for Pete to mount her right there.
Pete slid onto her back, ready as ever to enjoy this opportunity.
Cathy looked up and found herself eye to eye with a young Doberman pincher, who was staring down at her the moment Pete's cock slid inside her.
She moaned again as Pete's balls came to rest against her clitoris, and then suddenly the Doberman gave her a wet dog kiss.
The Doberman licked her muzzle and her nosepad and tried sticking his tongue in her mouth, which caught Cathy off guard at first.
Pete held her rear end firmly in place and began thrusting wildly. The familiar feeling of bliss returned, and then she happily accepted the stranger's sloppy kisses.
Cathy was shocked to feel another strange tongue slap against her vagina as Pete pounded her. A female German Shepperd had approached her from behind and began licking her vagina. The German Sheppard licked Pete's balls as well, which stimulated him so well, that he irrupted only a few seconds later, filling Cathy's vagina once again, and that strange dog behind her was ready to lick up any fluids that would leak out.
This time Cathy was able to push Pete's knot out quickly, followed by any fluids they had generated, which were promptly removed by the kind stranger.
She soon discovered that the Doberman who was kissing her was simple waiting his turn. The Doberman circled around behind her as soon as Pete slid off of her back, and then jammed his cock into her soaked pussy. His large testicles pressed firmy against her vagina, and his strong paws locked her hips in place. Cathy was shocked at how quickly this Doberman had gotten to business.
She noticed the German Sheppard was now focused on Pete's mess, thoroughly cleaning his private parts with her eager tongue, which Pete seemed to enjoy very much.
Cathy was thoroughly enjoying this second dog, as if her vagina was growing more sensitive by the minute. Cathy examined the erections of two more dogs that had started watching her, tying to decide which one she wanted to try first. She wanted every dog in the unit to cum inside her.
Pete hadn't taken long to regain his energy. He had the german shepherd on her back, pinned against the wall, where he began rutting into her wildly.
Cathy felt like she would be in heaven as long as the boys still had enough energy to keep fucking her. She still wasn't she if this kind of life was something she was ready to accept, but she would think about that later. Now there was only that amazing feeling of being filled with dog cum. That knot that would just keep growing, tickling her clitoris, those big k-9 balls clapping against her pussy with each powerful thrust, and most of all, the feeling of being helpless and used underneath a powerful male.
The Doberman began ejaculating into her and she almost started to laugh as the feeling tickled her. This time the knot was definitely stuck. It felt funny, like suddenly she held the power.
A forth dog appeared, placing his cock at her muzzle, which she began to suck on without much encouragement. The two dogs that were watching both had turns shooting their loads into her before Pete jumped on her again.
Cathy had 7 different dogs jump on her back as the evening progressed. Some fucked her two or three times, and each time it felt better than the last. She had to take the boys to the shower room, where they could fuck her while she rinsed the semen out of her fur.
When all the males had their fill of her, she didn't seem to feel as shameful as she had imagined. She felt satisfied, having fulfilled her animal instincts, and perhaps a good deal extra. She decided that she might feel differently in the morning, but for now, she would fall asleep with a smile on her face, closely cuddling next to her new mate Pete.