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I wasn't quite sure how I got into this situation.

I mean, normally I'm a rather boring guy in person -- I can successfully blend into more crowds by being as average in them as possible. I always assumed it was part of my introverted nature, to hide my more unique aspects in favour of keeping social contact to a minimum.

If not that, it could've been my complete disinterest in keeping any intimate relationships, or the squeamish way I handled myself on more *ahem* mature subjects...

Yet here I was holding a conversation with a complete stranger. Perhaps it was the fact that I was just as much a stranger to her -- it seemed that this crowd actually encouraged such behaviour by embracing pseudonyms and aliases in favour of each other's real, traceable names -- or maybe it was the fact that we had such similar interests that there was always something to talk about. This was, after all, the local furry convention; that gave us at least one interest in common.

I must've lost track of the time, we were so engrossed in conversation. Eventually, though, the crowds died down as the familiar bassline of the evening's dance came through the walls. It seemed neither of us were interested in the new sound, and she suggested heading upstairs to finish the conversation. After checking and confirming I still had a few hours before the last bus home, I agreed to join her in a quieter environment.

Avoiding the elevators, she led me to the stairs and mentioned she was sleeping on the ninth floor. A smirk spread across her face as we began to walk up; she chuckled as we reached the third floor and began to run on all fours, hands grabbing some steps and pulling up when her feet missed. Picking up speed, I soon found myself joining in, racing after her and getting a lead a few times before losing my balance and falling onto my hands, mimicking her four-legged dash.

We eventually reached her floor, gasping for breath briefly before I followed her down the corridor. Still a little drained, I paid little attention to the path we followed; I knew I'd figure out how to get back downstairs eventually. As I entered her hotel room, the lights turned on to reveal a small netbook and some bags of furry art on a night table across the room.

She flopped on her bed and tossed the piles of art onto it, inviting me to lie down with her. She brought her netbook over as we began shuffling through the pile of pictures, discussing the art, various webcomics and artists downstairs. As she woke up her netbook, letting its slideshow screensaver go through even more of her collection; I joined in with my cell phone.

I lost track of the time and the conversation as we continued perusing the art stash. At some point, I noticed we had gotten to some more adult works, but I didn't complain; I had downloaded some of them myself, in fact, and admitted as much. It was true, and despite her stranger status, I was somehow comfortable sharing it. It's not like anyone outside the fandom was going to find out, after all, and it seemed she liked them too.

She offered to show me more from her private collection, and I agreed as she put the netbook in my hands. I started browsing through her collection, enjoying the naughtier pictures she had brought up for me.

At some I felt her paws starting to give me a massage, and I leaned back, still watching the slideshow as I relaxed, occasionally flipping through some pictures, and pausing on some others. Her massage felt really good, even tickled a little as I focused on the glow from the netbook. When did the room lights shut off? I hadn't noticed that, but it wasn't important.

I felt her arms wrap around my chest in a hug; she asked if I liked a picture I had paused on. It had a familiar looking canine, yellow in appearance, with brown hair and a male figure. He was embracing a buxom blue foxgirl, his muzzle resting on her breasts. There was no question where his bone was buried; her expression of ecstasy and a little indigo knot between their pelvises left little to the imagination.

I nodded silently, and she pointed me to another folder of art. The first picture had the same yellow dog, laying down on his side and exposing his sheath to the viewer with the tip of his flaccid phallus peeking out. She leaned forward, and I felt her lips move as she whispered in my ears, asking if there was something familiar about the dog on the screen; I nodded in response. "I thought so," she responded. "You've seen him before." The picture advanced...

"I think you've seen her before too," she whispered as a yellow dog-girl in a bra popped up, pushing that chest out at the screen. She actually looked very much like the dog boy from the previous two pictures, just with a pair of mammaries and an almost-too-perfect hourglass figure. Still, the similarities were enough that I nodded to that statement too.

She gave me a gentle rub as a few more pictures appeared, leaning me back onto her breasts. When did she take her shirt off? I wasn't sure anymore; her rubs felt wonderful and I relaxed a little more as her paws slid gently over my skin, tickling lightly. When did she take my shirt off, for that matter? I didn't care.

The next picture seemed to be shifting, and I realized it was actually an animated clip, of the same dog-girl giving a strip tease; I grinned. "An exotic creature before you, so captivating, tantalizing..." I nodded; there was a reason I became a furry, though I didn't mention it often.

"Yes, it was the reason you joined us, a certain sexiness..." How did she know? I must've told her already. "You've watched them before, you know what they can do to you in private, when you're away from the public eye.

"And you're away from the public eye now. Alone with me, it's all right." It was true; as her paws roamed over my belly, I started to bulge. Or would have, had my pants been there. Where were they, and when did I take them off? I stopped worrying and continued watching the striptease; I was in private, and the doggy on screen was down to her underwear.

As the panties came off, the whisper returned. "You've always wondered what it would be like, fantasized about it, to be in one." I nodded; the doggygirl was like a furry sex goddess, and I was hard at the thought of letting her ride me reverse cowgirl. And then her bra came undone...

My eyes immediately darted to those breasts, and I licked my lips excitedly. I'd love to nuzzle those and get lost in them, the whisper said, and I agreed. The spirals on those same breasts were a nice touch, and really familiar, almost like I knew the dog girl. The animation ended, leaving the glow from the screen, and I felt myself getting sleepy. Leaning back into the fuzzy breasts behind me, I started to close my eyes...

The girl I was cuddling with closed the netbook and set it aside, lifting me up in my dazed state as I felt a paw wrap around my cock. Almost immediately, I felt it twitch and leak out some of my seed. "Wouldn't you want to try one now?"

I began to nod and slowly turn around, but she wasn't there. In the dim light of the hotel room I stared, eyes wide and jaw agape at the dog girl from the animation. She even looked like a toon in the same style as the animated one from that screen.

"Told you I looked familiar," she smirked.

"Wha!? How--" I sputtered, as the situation began to dawn on me. "Am I losing it?"

"Looks like you're getting something tonight." She grabbed my ears and aimed my face right at her breast spirals. It almost seemed like they were moving...spinning...

"Waiiit..." I began to slur, feeling really tired again.

As she drew my face in near those spirals, I felt calmer, soothed. "You always fantasized about this," she reminded me. My penis twitched in agreement as she sat me down, back to the headrest, grinning.

Her paw returned to my malehood, smearing my precum over it. "Good boy," she teased as I moaned softly.

"Good...girl?" I responded, slurring with the drowsiness she somehow gave me.

"Not that good," she reminded me, leaning forward and giving my belly a lick. "Naughty girl is more like it."

She sank down and wrapped her spiral breasts around my shaft, drawing my gaze right to it. The warmth, whether it was from her body or just the fur made me sing deeper into the bed. More precum leaked out of my cock onto her boobs.

"Don't cum just yet," she suggested, and I clenched trying to hold it back. "Can't cum until I let you," she further informed me. Somehow it made sense. She started giving me a firm titfuck, my eyes locked to those globes going up and down, up, down, up...down...up...

I lost track of the repetitions, and somehow each time they moved felt better than the last. It took a few more before I noticed her tongue, wrapped around my cock head milking even more pre out of it.

Ahh, I was soo hard... was my cock bigger? She began to rise up, letting my twitching, lightly spurting penis leave a trail of juices down her fur.

I had to admit, she looked even hotter in person than the video could ever show to me, to anyone. I loved what she had done to me, how she made me feel, how her looks alone were enough to enthrall me.

And all that paled in comparison to the feeling of her pussy lowering onto me. In all my life, I had never imagined it could feel sooo gooood...

A glint of light revealed a shiny pendant dangling between her boobs and somehow I managed to look away from them long enough to lock onto this new object. I saw my reflection; but it somehow looked different. Up from my chest a wave of paint seemed to cover it; as it reached my eyes all I saw in them were spirals. I seemed to be a toon, and a hypnotized one at that, but that thought passed quickly as the reflection changed again.

The hue of my skin suddenly turned yellow, and I felt warm all over before I realized my entire body seemed to be covered in fur from head to toe. The shine of the pendant seemed to reveal that too.

I felt my nose push out and ears pull up, and saw the floppy-eared dog face in the reflection before me, though my brown hair remained. Her quickening pace drew my attention and I marfed happily. Her tail was wagging across mine -- I hadn't noticed it sprouting out -- and I wagged back happily.

So close now...more than I was before, but I knew I couldn't cum until my canine mistress let me, her body still teasing me endlessly, awakening nerves I never knew a cock had.

I reached up, massaging her breasts and nipples with the indigo pads of my paws. It almost felt like my cock was growing again, just at its base. She seemed to notice too.

She pulled up off my slick shaft, and I glanced down long enough to notice it had changed shape to match my new body. Good doggies, after all, have good hard doggy cocks; mine was even about to knot.

This seemed to signal something to her and she started riding me harder and harder. I felt her pussy quiver with a need, and get tighter and tighter each time she pushed down on my forming knot. When she finally got it to breach her, the sensations of her orgasming body took me far enough. I raised a leg and span on top of her, pinning the bitch below me as I held my cock as deep into her as I could. I felt her restraint on my balls lift, and they delivered the biggest orgasm I ever had. My howling and toller screams must've been deafening, and surely woke up the entire hotel.

Spent, I began drift off, still tied to the the dog girl below me. I felt my body wrap its arms around my hypnotic goddess as I lost consciousness...