Chasing your First
"So, was your goal to get canned in the most epic way possible?" Chyenne asked. She was driving, as she always was, while Brian was in the passenger seat beside her.
"I've been saying I'm going to do it for months."
"That's just idle chitchat. We all have those urges; we don't act on them though! Do you know how many manhunts there would be if I acted every time I said I would kill someone?"
"It's over now. No need to bring it up."
Chyenne shook her head. Brian relaxed in his seat. He looked out the window, at the highway guardrail that was speeding by. "We got enough in savings," he said. "We got a lot in savings. And I get a severance package and can apply for unemployment, as long as they don't try to block it."
"And what are you going to do, just lie around the house? Watch your ass grow?"
"I'll get another job."
"Good luck getting a reference from Ms. Mabel. I mean, when most people want to leave a job they give a 2 week notice. I've never seen anyone-"
"Don't mention it, please. I still can't believe I tore my pants off at the Sexual Harassment Seminar. I don't even remember going into the auditorium."
"You know it'll probably pop up on YouTube? Someone, somewhere, had a camera. Like that airline attendant who lived the American Dream: telling off all the whiny, entitled whores who demand an extra pillow."
"Shut up, Chyenne."
"I'm just saying, how did you get the cow to wear the parachute?"
"Shut up."
"And the water balloons filled with paint. I mean... that was paint, right?"
"Please shut up..."
XXX
Two hours later, and they were finally home and had eaten dinner. And as they always did, they cuddled up in bed and watched some television, a nice way to unwind after such a long, eventful day. Brian lay on the bed, propped up against several stacked pillows, sometimes yawning lazily. Chyenne lay on top of him, arms wrapped around him, one ear resting on his chest and listening to the pound of his heart. She giggled softly. Even after years and years together, he still got a bit warm and flustered when they lay like this, her groin resting on his. She could feel the warmth of his growing erection, housed in the fabric of his pants but still taking shape. She wiggled her hips as she sometimes did, grinding the hem of her jeans against his pants, making him wiggle slightly, but try to remain calm and play it cool. Even after all these years... there was something gratifying about that...
"You're going to have a lot of free time, I think, now that you quit your job."
"I'll look for another job!"
"Not what I mean. You're right about our savings. Besides, you've worked hard, for a long time. You deserve a simpler life."
Brian smiled. "Yeah, it'll be nice. Get to sleep late even one day a week. I haven't done that since high school."
Chyenne turned her head, and softly kissed over Brian's chest. When her lips touched his shirt, she scooted higher over his body, and was soon gently kissing and nibbling, caressing his neck, and then she moved her lips to his and softly kissed him. "You can sleep all day and all night if you would like to. You'll be able to just lounge on the bed, tongue out, totally nude while I lean over you and give you gentle affections. I'll feed you and brush your hair, clean your ears, clip your nails. I'll wash you every day and make sure you're nice and clean. You won't have a care in the world."
She felt the poking in her groin growing larger and thicker, warmer against the crotch of her pants. All these years, and she could still get him hot with a couple of passive, innocent words. He really did love her. At least she knew how to get him really, really horny. And she gave him an affectionate kiss on the lips, before she began to prowl her way back. Sitting down on his thighs so she could stroke over his body, she took hold of his belt and began to undo it. The button of his pants came next, and then the zipper. His erection, fully engorged, tented his underwear, while a pent up trickle of white oozed onto his belly and pubic fur. The musky odor of male practically spilled out once the housing was no longer restricting it. He wiggled and groaned, biting his lip as she scooted farther back, and tugged the pants down to his knees. Leaning forward, she used two fingers to gently rub his erection through the fabric of his underwear. Her fingers remained at his base, rubbing the thickest part, just teasing him for now. Brian settled back, and closed his eyes.
"Men are so easy," she muttered. "A pair of warm lips, two fingers, and I could bring you to orgasm right here and now."
Brian chuckled. "You know I love your dirty talk."
"I'm serious. It's so easy for you. I think, you think, it's that easy for me too. But women are different. Women need a little more tenderness, a few more kisses and nuzzles before you dive right in. And even then, it shouldn't just be how hard can you plow or how deep can you go. Sometimes it's nice to have a little technique over brute force. A little motion in your hips instead of charging like a bull, that can do wonders."
Brian spread his legs a little wider apart, and gave a content sigh. "Oh baby, draw me a diagram. Nothing gets me horny like your feminist banter. Can you put your hair in a bob-cut or something? That would be hot! No, burn your bra and roar! Oh!" He humped the hair, chuckling softly.
Chyenne shook her head, and stood up from the bed. She walked to her dresser, and opened the top drawer. Rummaging through for a moment, she at last uncovered a blue dog collar. Brian rolled his eyes. "We can do bondage, just no hot wax, alright? That shit fucking burns." Brian sat up to pull off his shirt, throwing it aside.
Chyenne crawled onto the bed, and once more settled down on his legs, sitting gently and without hurting him. She reached forward, over his chest, and softly kissed him on the lips. He held her up, and kissed her back. The deep embrace was held until he heard a clicking noise, in which time she pulled herself back and gave a wide smile. Retreating once more, she took hold of Brian's pants as she went and tugged them off fully, throwing them carelessly to a corner of the room where they wouldn't be a problem. A thought occurred to her, and she quickly retrieved a leash from the top drawer. Scurrying back to Brian, she swiftly attached one end of the leather leash to the collar, and tied the other to the bed frame. The bed frame was simple in design, made from cast iron for durability, so it didn't matter how much he fought and pulled, it wasn't going to come apart. After all, she imagined their might be quite a bit of fighting for what came next. And when everything was in place, she prowled backwards, and came to rest between his legs, watching him, staring intently.
Brian had mostly been still during the whole excursion, save a couple scratches over his body when he felt an odd itch. It felt like ants were biting his arms, and yet no matter how much he scratched, the itch only grew worse. And then his back, he tried reaching behind him, but again his nails were not enough. Chyenne crawled forward, and stretched a hand out to softly scratch at his belly. He settled down quickly, relaxing, enjoying the feel of her longer nails working him.
"Open your eyes, silly. I want you to see this."
Brian did, and looked down at his chest to see the cause of the itching that had racked his body. A fine layer of white and pinkish hair had begun to sprout up. As it pushed through his skin, it left a tingling that only Chyenne's long nails seemed capable of soothing. Confused at his hair growth though, he looked down at his hands, to see his fingers slowly shrinking back into the palm. His palm, as well had begun to grow a darker pink than the hair, and although such an odd color began to worry him, there was little pain in his hand. In fact, there was only the itching from his copious hair growth, as well as his palm feeling like he was suffering from dry skin, but nothing excruciating. He scratched his hands gently, noticing that his nails had grown sharper and black, but try as he might, it seemed only Chyenne's magic touch could sooth the burning in his skin.
His penis tingled, as if an orgasm was spilling out. He pushed Chyenne aside gently and looked down at his crotch, only to see that rather than growing thick and spurting seed, his shaft was shrinking and growing smaller. Although he could tolerate odd fur growth, a loss of fingers, and a leather pad growing on his palm, it was the sight of his most precious appendage disappearing before his eyes that caused the first touch of panic to set in. He wiggled and shook, clawing at the collar, growling and yapping like a feral dog. Even the soft tummy scratch from Chyenne did nothing to ease him, so she carefully swung a leg over his chest and sat down gently on his hips. And leaning forward gently, wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a long, deep kiss. If nothing else, she succeeded in distracting him as his penis shrunk down and disappeared into the curve of his groin. He began to growl and yap as he felt a new sensation in his crotch; the skin between his legs began to part and spread and a thousand new nerve endings sprouted up, all eager to feel.
"There now," Chyenne said. "That wasn't so bad."
Brian growled, trying to sit up, but found his new body was not inclined for such actions. Cocking his head to the side, so his long snout would not obscure his view, he managed to get a pretty good look at himself, and was shocked to see husky's body before him, stretching down over the bed. His fur was mostly white, while cotton candy pink stripes and streaks ran through his new coat. His tail was out to his side, thumping against the bed, a clear indication that he was annoyed with had transpired. Worst of all, when he sucked in his belly and tried to see the hard rod of flesh that should have been poking out from between his legs, he saw nothing.
Chyenne used both hands to rub his belly now, sending waves of bliss through him, and for a precious moment he even forgot about the vacancy between his thick thighs. "Mmm, you're a pretty girl, you know that? Very pretty girl, with your delicious cotton candy fur and white chocolate belly." Another kiss touched Brian's lips. He instinctively flicked out his tongue, hoping to catch the taste of Chyenne's lips close to his. One of the delicate hands that had been scratching his belly slowly drifted lowered, approaching his groin. He whimpered when her hand brushed over his empty crotch, reminded that he had lost his most precious appendage, but she did not seem deterred. Instead, she slipped a hand almost underneath him, and felt the warmth radiating from his newly shaped vagina. His arousal had transferred from organ to organ, and there was such tender warmth and wetness washing out. A hand rested upon the warmth and caused Brain to shiver, and her middle finger gently pressed between the hungry lips. She did not wiggle or push his walls, she did not need to. Just the presence of a bulk inside him was paralyzing for the pink husky. The finger traced through the void of flesh, soon coming to the aching clitoris which made Brian bark.
The first time he had learned the secret to pleasuring his body... the tenseness in his loins, the pins and needle feel over his skin, the breathless ache in his lungs... No sex or masturbation could ever rival the satisfaction of that first time, alone in his room, a Playboy he had stolen from the local convenience store open before him, his parents out to dinner so he had the house alone. He had been hunched over the nude model's picture, her back to him and her buttocks parted just slightly by the way she stood, and had splashed a massive load, his first load, onto those pages, ruining the magazine. He would never forget that one night, alone, because it had been the first time he had felt such raw bliss, and he could never again reclaim that pleasant thrill. But now, in this new body, with his new genitals, it was as if everything had been reset. The way he felt when the finger poked and prodded his clitoris, it was the way a virgin felt when they first learned how to use their hand... no, better. Because now he was not in control. He did not know when the pressure would be applied or when it would be released. He did not know if the explorative fingers would ease his clenching walls apart, or pinch his clitoris and threaten to never, ever let go. The abandonment of control offered another level of bliss, and he could feel his new organs working to bring him to the sweet climax he craved.
He almost cried when the feelings of bliss stopped.
He sat up, whining and staring, panting loudly, needing the release that had been promised. He saw Chyenne stand up from the bed and walk off, and struggled to chase after her, but the collar around his neck kept him trapped. He barked and begged for her to come back, to finish him off, but without turning her head she walked over to the top drawer and pulled out another collar, this one dark blue and green. She looked back to the panting dog, smiled, and clicked the collar into place around her neck.
She walked back to the bed, sauntering with each step. She slowly took her shirt by the rim, and tugged it gently, exposing her belly, which was already starting to show a fine layer of vibrant green fuzz. Her feet were changing; she found her claws digging holes into the ground with each step. It was only with will power that she kept her green nails from ruining her floor. And her muzzle changed; slowly growing out and expanding into a true vulpine grin. But, truth be told, what Brian was most fascinated by was her groin. Her pants had quickly torn under the pressure of the newly shaped legs, as well as the added bulk of her furry thighs and hips and tail. With the cloth no longer shielding, he could see a long length stretching from the front of her crotch. Light blue, but aside from the unique color, the shape and appearance of a penis were undeniable. The engorged glans pushed out of the growing amount of green fur and, when out enough, it swayed down and began to swing with each step Chyenne took. When the change was finished, a tall, well built, bipedal creature was standing before the whimpering and cowering husky. It was difficult to describe. Mostly a vibrant green, with blue over his paws and some of his face, her fangs stretched out from her mouth viciously. A Mohawk of black and red ran down her crown and down her back.
"Now then, I think we can do without this," she said, unhooking the leash from the collar with practiced ease. She once more eased herself on top of him, slowly, gently, settling with a little bit of weight to show who was in charge. She pinned him down carefully, and then licked her large tongue over his face. Another lick followed, running from his nose all the way to his crown. Pulling back gently, she dipped her head, and instead focused her affection around his chest.
At first he was confused what she was up to. He thought perhaps she would simply use her teeth to nibble over his belly, providing the same blissful abandon that a tummy scratch had caused. But no, she had something else in mind, and he suddenly felt her teeth close on one of his nipples. It was an odd pain, to say the least. His nipples had grown more sensitive, along with the other changes in his body, and so cute bites and nips over the hard teat actually made him giggle softly. Soon Chyenne's lips had fixed themselves over the teat, forming a seal, and she began to suckle like an eager kit.
The feeling was comparable to the best blowjob in the world. He felt himself retch and wiggle, and then relax as the suction grew steadier. He felt his pectorals tense at the feel of the tongue exploring, and then a trickling release of cream that oozed out of his tit, caught up in the sucking force of the powerful mouth. Chyenne suckled like a toddler, occasionally squeezing the breast to work out more of the delicious flavor. And when she had sucked one of the tits dry, she simply moved onto the next, taking care to treat all six of the husky's nipples with affection, and drink down all the cream that she could.
At last she pushed herself up, and licked her muzzle free of any residual cream. "Just the right time for this," she said softly. "You're in heat."
Brian wasn't sure what that could mean. It's not like... he couldn't... he couldn't be.
He began to growl and bark softly, but a gentle finger touched his lips and silenced him. "Now, now. You have lots of free time, so this is as good a time as any."
He looked down Chyenne's body, over the vibrant green chest fur and between her legs, to the thick, powerful erection that was pushing its way out of the sheath. Throbbing, dark purple veins formed a spider web pattern over the light blue skin of the erection. The shaft was crowned by a pair of glans that were truly a sight to behold. And the scents... Brian's husky nose was certainly more capable of absorbing the rich, musky odors that were now radiating from his mate's engorged genitals.
The body that Brian now found himself in seemed to influence his mind as well. Chyenne was on her knees before him, her massive erection jutting forth like a cannon. A thick dribble of white pre oozed out of the slit, dripping down with heavy drops, wetting the bed sheets between her legs. As her erection grew larger and heavier, gravity drew it down, until it was settled in an arc that spoke of how heavy a shaft it really was. Brian was drawn to it. Tail tucked and ears bent, he approached, not daring to make eye contact with his alpha, but when he was close enough, he lifted his head only slightly and gave the pride a soft, fearful lick. Chyenne smiled, and scratched behind Brian's ear. Encouraged, Brian continued to lick and nuzzle, sometimes brushing his tongue over the muscular thighs, other times nipping and softly sniffing the two swollen testicles that hung down from the great body before him. He gathered them into his mouth and suckled them like hard candy, eyes occasionally swiveling up to look at his alpha and be sure he was doing a good job. Fearful that his alpha may grow too accustomed to one stimulation and pleasure, he was constantly adapting, changing, using different teeth on different parts of the succulent scrotum. And all the while, his loins were burning. He wasn't just in heat; his body felt like it was on fire. But the submissive urges were greater than any cravings in the pit of his stomach, and he continued licking at the massive erection, lapping fearfully at the two fuzzy orbs that filled his vision.
Soon, Chyenne had taken his head by the ears, and softly tugged him closer, forcing him to put his mouth over her shaft. He gently closed his mouth, using his teeth to massage the base of the erection and the swelling knot, his tongue to embrace the middle, and the flexing muscles in his throat to expertly work the engorged head. His snout was pressed right into the thick, musky pubic fur of the alpha, which only made the burning in his loins that much more intense, to the point tears were rolling down his cheeks in the near unbearable urge to mate.
At last, Chyenne pulled her hips back, while pulling Brian's muzzle off her. It was a slow, agonizing process. Brian's jaw had stretched quite a bit to accommodate the great girth, and now Chyenne wanted to savor the feel of little teeth dragging over her skin. It had not occurred to Brian, but she was a virgin in this body as well... All the pleasures, all the nips and bites, were done on a canvas of skin that had never before been touched or caressed. He was happy when he saw Chyenne's head tilt back, drool flecking her muzzle. A strand of saliva connected the erection and his quivering lips, eventually snapping when Chyenne ordered him to face the wall.
"When you're a girl," she said, slowly reaching down and taking hold of the husky's wide hips, "you've gotta suck a lot of dicks. Especially if it's a dick you love. Just think about how many times you looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, begging me to take you into my mouth. Even when my jaw ached, I never said no, because I love you so and I just want you to be happy. But you know the real bitch about being a girl? It's that you're so nice and so giving, it's always you that's getting fucked..."
Brian shivered in anticipation and... and fear at what was going to come next, even though he had a fairly good idea. He felt Chyenne slowly grip his hips and lift him off the ground, he lowered his upper half to serve as a counter balance to his elevated rump, and braced his head into the pillow. When he first felt Chyenne's penis poking at his buttock, he gave a nervous giggle. The slickness that the shaft left on his buttocks actually kind of tickled. Laughter turned to groans and growls as he felt the erection press into his anus, and then pull back as if undecided. Eventually, the great shaft was pushed towards him yet again, but this time he felt his nether lips yield to the thick glans.
Brian's mouth opened wide, and he began to gasp and wheeze noiselessly. The feel of his mate's shaft, pushing into his dribbling lips, spreading his virgin senses wider and wider apart, it was breathtaking. Just like his first time, with the door locked and the centerfold spread in front of him, jerking himself until he was raw. The difference now was he had someone to share in the blissful abandon. From the growls and yaps of Chyenne above him, he knew she was enjoying the surges of dominance as much as he. She fucked him harder and faster, tearing through his clenching lips and deep into his womb. She hilted with a vicious slam of her thighs that knocked him several inches forward, and her knot was suddenly inside, spreading his vagina's lips, locking the two bodies in place.
A howling scream rippled through him. His body jerked forward and tensed, as stars danced in front of his vision and a drum pounded in his breast. His walls clenched suddenly, making Chyenne howl and hiss as well. His walls clenched so tight, she found that despite the urge to release inside this willing mate, her penis was too tightly compressed to shoot her load. That made the buildup all the more delightful, and she found pleasure in humping and grinding, until at last he loosened, and all at once a truly massive blast of seed rushed through her. For Brian, it was like sitting on a fire house. He felt his body tense and then go limp, his whole body coming to embrace the mattress beneath him. And still, spurt after massive spurt rippled through his body, filling his womb to the absolute brink with precious seed.
No longer having the strength to hold the husky butt up, Chyenne instead began to hump and grind into him as he lay helpless on the bed. She snarled and yapped, pressing his head into the pillow to keep him down, intent on driving every drop of her orgasm so deep into Brian, it would never escape. He could nothing to resist her as her load continued to shoot out of her, filling him until he was sure he was going to pop like an overfilled water balloon.
But in the end, this new body proved more durable than perhaps a human's equivalent. Every muscle in his body was aching to just sleep, but at the very least the burning desire in his loins had been sated. Above him, Chyenne sniffed several times. When her erection had grown soft and limp, she pulled out agonizingly slow, not wanting a drop of her precious seed to escape the cavernous womb. When fully out, she lowered down and softly sniffed at the vagina she had ravaged, and a wide grin spread across her features. Gripping her collar in dexterous hands, she unclicked it, and pulled it away. Immediately, the fur that had grown over her body began to receded, replaced by the pinkish skin that usually covered her. Her feet and hands returned, replacing the paws. Most of all, the foot long erection that had served her so well shriveled into nothing, and her flesh lips grew between her legs once more. She lay down beside Brian, who was still whining and gasping, womb so full of her love.
Chyenne lay behind him, hugging him gently. "Very good," she whispered. "Very, very good." A hand went down the husky's torso, fingers sifting through the fur. Although Brian whimpered that he was full, Chyenne assured him with a gentle belly rub her intensions were pure. "Do you feel it?" she asked. "Growing inside you, little puppies... our babies. I can feel them already, growing, taking form. I could smell them before, but now I can feel them in your tummy." She hugged him softly. Brian's tongue rolled out of his mouth and onto the pillow beneath his head. His eyes closed slowly. "I'll take care of you," she promised. "I'll walk you, and feed you, and keep you safe. All you have to do is lie in bed and let the puppies grow." The husky panted softly, whined gently as the fingers continued to sift through his swollen belly, and then lay still. She gave him one final squeeze, and then set her head down, kissing his crown before she closed her eyes to sleep. "I think that's a good way to spend your time," she muttered, before drifting off, the husky not far behind.