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**There's no way our parents were going to let Ben just suddenly have a dog. Where did he get the money for it? It didn't look like a pound dog. Who's going to pay for the food? When did my brother even get it?

I'd only been upstairs for an hour or so, texting Sarah Harding (known in our group as Sarah #2 because she'd moved here after me), when I had heard Ben coming in the house, barely restraining a frightened dog. It looked like a...what was it...a Great Dane? Whatever those black and brown police-looking dogs were called, like the neighbors had. At first I thought he must have stolen one of their dogs, but this one was female.

He said he ran down to the pound and got one, on a whim. My parents bought that story easily enough, but they said they'd have to "think about" whether to let him keep the dog. Total bullshit. I'd asked for a dog when I was his age, and they'd said "no". They were afraid it'd mess up the house. And I, unlike Ben, am responsible.

It was the next morning, a Saturday, and as always, Ben was sleeping in. I got up early to shower and dry my hair, setting it the right way for the occasion. For school, I kept it simple, with a ponytail that could last the whole day, but today I was going to meet friends at a party, so I needed to look my best. I let it fall loosely around my shoulders, combing it until it shined brightly in the light.

I hoped Isaac Laughner would be at the party. I looked so hot he'd have to notice me. Sure, as the school's quarterback, he could pretty much date any girl he wanted, but why not me?

I glided downstairs, practicing my 'princess walk'. A princess needed to glide, as if floating across the floor. Sure, it only really worked with a long skirt, so my jeans didn't send the right message. But practice makes perfect, and that's what I needed to be, tonight.

When I got downstairs, I saw Dad carrying some things into the house. No...way... He had a big bag of dry dog food, a blue leash, and a box of little blue plastic bags.

"You are not letting him keep that dog." I stated.

"Now come on, Sarah," my father said in his ingratiating tone. "Ben needs to learn responsibility. We can't take away the first thing he's shown an interest in for years. This will be good for him."

"And me having a dog when I was fourteen wouldn't have been good for me? This is bu - bogus."

Just behind him, the dog in question was scratching and whining at the door to the backyard. When I looked back at my Dad, I could see his pleading eyes. "Oh no," I said.

He said, holding up the leash and poop bags, "Can you take Tinkerbell for a walk? I don't want dog shit all over our backyard, and I've gotta run some errands for work, and you know Ben."

Dog shit. How charming! I'd have to remember to wait as long as possible before introducing Isaac to my dad.

I stamped my foot. "If this is about teaching Ben responsibility, make him do it."

Dad held his hands palm up, as if helpless, and said, "I promise, we'll talk to him about what he has to do to keep this dog, tonight. Just walk him down to the park and back, okay?"

I rolled my eyes, but took the leash and trash bags. "Her, Dad. Her name is Tinkerbell..."

The dog whined again, but didn't scratch at the door. Dad just smiled, and headed back to his car. Great, I thought, and even in my head the words dripped with sarcasm, looks like they finally got me that dog I always wanted.

Tinkerbell was pretty obedient. She'd shied away from the leash when I first put it on her, but now that we were walking down the sidewalk, she stayed right next to me, not pulling on the leash. The park was only a block away, but I'd hoped she'd 'do her business' before then. I watched her carefully, but she never made a move to do anything.

Actually, she was behaving a little weird. Granted, I'd never had a dog, but I'd seen them. Both Jill and Sarah #2 had dogs. This one, though, wasn't looking around at all. In fact, Tinkerbell kept staring at the ground, especially when we passed other people. I thought I might have to pull her away from other people, but she didn't just not care about people, she actively avoided them. Maybe before her stay in the pound, she'd been abused?

"C'mon, girl, do your business!" I said, cheerfully, hoping the tone of my voice would get through to her.

She did look up at me, meeting my eyes, but she almost seemed to shiver. God, how long am I going to have to be out here waiting for this dog to 'go'? Honestly, I couldn't think of a worse fate than suddenly being saddled with an unwanted dog.

I kept walking, until we finally made it to the park. It was like half-a-block long and half-a-block wide, filled with tall trees and bushes and things. I used to go here when I was just a kid, but now, as an adult, there were better things to do.

We walked past the playground toward the trees, but when I got near the first, large bush, Tinkerbell bolted for cover, tugging on the leash. She was strong, for a dog I could carry in my arms, and pulled me off balance. She stopped just behind the bush.

"Oh," I said, laughing. "A dog with privacy issues."

I looked away, just waiting, until Tinkerbell returned beside me. I grabbed the poop bag and started toward the bush, when Tinkerbell whined and pulled back on the leash. She can't still be embarrassed, can she? But her whimpers were insistent whenever I took a step toward the bush, so I shrugged. No one was looking, so I just tucked the bag in my pocket, and started for home.

I was going to head straight home, but I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks. Rather, someone.

Isaac Laughner.

Just as I was leaving the park, he was entering it, leading his own dog. It looked like a Dalmatian, only a lot bigger than I expected, and with pointy ears. It was half again as tall as Tinkerbell, and probably weighed more than I did. I didn't give the dog a second glance, looking instead at Isaac.

He was perfect. Tall, muscular, and with light blonde hair which curled up just slightly at the ends. He walked with confidence, straight-backed, like a prince, not like the thugs most of the other boys tried to imitate. Especially on the football team. Every other boy wore saggy pants and swaggered back and forth like their bones were all mush, but not Isaac.

"Hi, Sarah."

I blinked. Oh, he's talking to me! Hastily, I smiled, and said, "Isaac! What are you doing here?"

His beautiful forehead crinkled up in confusion. "Um...walking the dog, I guess. Nice dog you got there, I always liked German Shepherds."

"What?" I asked, trying to process his words. "Oh, yeah, Tinkerbell! Yeah, German Shepherds all the way."

God, I sound so stupid! Focus Sarah, focus!

Isaac knelt down in front of me, and I almost panicked, until I realized he was just petting his dog. "Don't worry, Samson, I like Great Danes, too."

So that's what a Great Dane looks like. I chuckled politely at Isaac's joke, waiting until he stood back up to look him in the eye. But when my eyes met his, I looked away. So blue! Still, I managed to stammer, "Listen, Isaac...are you going to the Jenderson's party tonight? I'm gunna be there."

"Yeah, I'll probly go, for a little while. Hey, Sarah?" he asked.

I looked up at him, eyes wide. What was he going to ask me? We were already talking...why did he say my name? I met his eyes and forced myself not to look away, giving the barest, breathiest, "Yeah?"

He was just looking at me. My heart was racing, my palms sweaty. Could he really mean to ask me to the party? I wasn't even wearing my dress, and my bulky pants were not especially flattering. There was a sharp tug at the leash, but I wasn't about to go anywhere. I pulled hard on the leash until my knuckles were white, waiting for his answer.

Isaac stammered. He, of all people, was nervous! "L-look, I was just wondering, you know, if..."

"Yes?" I asked, barely able to control my excitement. I heard a whimper. That wasn't me, was it?

Our eyes were locked together. Oh my god, this is it! The boy of my dreams opened his mouth and said, "Maybe you and me wanted to take off from the party? I know a -"

Yelp!

Together, the two of us looked down at the sudden, high-pitched bark.

"Holy shit!" Isaac cried, while I joined in (unladylike) with "Fuck!"

Tinkerbell was straining at the full extension of the leash, but Isaac had one of those retractable leashes. Samson had taken advantage of his relative freedom, and when the two of us looked down, we saw a huge, black-spotted blur mounted on a squirming, brown-and-black Tinkerbell.

How dare she! First the damned dog is given to Ben without a second thought by my parents, then she ruined my Saturday morning, and now she was interrupting Isaac Laughner right when he'd been about to ask me on a date! My face was beet red at the awkwardness of what the two dogs were doing, in combination with my anger at Tinkerbell. She was whimpering and whining as the huge dog pounded her, but I couldn't help but think the little slut deserved it.

Isaac yanked on his leash, trying to pull Samson off. "Your dog's not spayed!?" he cried.

"How should I know?" I asked, "Ben just got her from a shelter yesterday!" I glanced down at them. Somehow, I hadn't noticed it earlier, but Samson sported two, humongous balls, swinging back and forth. Did that mean Tinkerbell was going to get knocked up? I just know my parents would blame me, if she did.

"Pull on your leash, we've gotta get 'em off each other!"

I walked to the front of the dogs, yanking on my leash. Isaac was strong, and he was pulling Samson backwards, but the Great Dane dug his paws in around Tinkerbell's hips, dragging the whimpering bitch with him. I wasn't as strong as Isaac, but I was no weakling, either. I pulled as hard as I could, but Samson dragged me along as easily as he did Tinkerbell. The huge dog must weigh fifty, sixty pounds more than me!

"I-I can't!" I cried, trying to dig my feet into the dirt. All I was managing to do was choke Tinkerbell!

"Alright...let go," Isaac said, grimly, letting go of his leash too. "I don't think we can stop them."

Oddly, Tinkerbell looked over her shoulder at the beautiful, muscular quarterback and whined louder, eyes wide. I got the impression she'd really rather not be where she was. The spotted behemoth rested his bulk on the German Shepherd's back legs, making them wobble, while he humped her like she was the only thing in the world.

Isaac and I were panting from the effort. He walked up beside me, saying, "My parents are going to kill me. I'm supposed to keep him under control. Y-you won't tell them, will you?"

"No, 'course not," I muttered quickly.

Tinkerbell dropped her jaw, moaning, while Samson grunted and thrust, his big tail wagging. Her tail was held motionless to the side, and she didn't look like she was struggling anymore. Honestly, she just looked like she was in shock. Can't blame her. If that dog's as bigger between the legs as he is in total size, she's gotta be reeling! He's twice her weight, easily! I blushed, realizing that Isaac was probably only a couple dozen pounds shy of twice my size, and then, unbidden, I was picturing his dick.

"Hey, let's move over a little." Isaac grabbed my arm, and pulled me until we were watching the two dogs from behind and to the side.

What? Now we had a perfect view of Samson's slick...red?...cock sticking in and out of Tinkerbell's stretched out hole. Not mention the Great Dane's swinging orbs. Why did Isaac move us here? Is he some kind of pervert? I looked up at him, confused.

Isaac gave an embarrassed half-smile, and pointed behind us. Looking over my shoulder, I saw it. The playground. He'd positioned us between the fucking dogs and the playground, where already little kids were looking this way and asking their parents awkward questions. I blushed at the parents' harsh, angry stares. Looking around, I realized how much the two, large, thrusting dogs stood out. And there we were, just watching as our two dogs bred in the middle of a busy park. All those eyes!

I whispered to Isaac, "Oh god, is there anything more embarrassing than this? All those people watching us, judging us."

Tinkerbell tossed her head up, looking straight at me, giving me a sharp, shrill bark. What's her problem? The German Shepherd hardly had any right to complain. She's the one who let the Great Dane bone her in the middle of the park!

Isaac said, "Y-yeah."

Quietly, I put my hand around his. He didn't pull away. Sweat beaded on my brow as I stood closer to Isaac than I ever had before. Strangely, despite the incredibly embarrassing act going on right in front of us, I felt comfortable - right - with Isaac. We were meant to be together.

Incredibly, the Great Dane only seemed to grow larger as he continued to bang her. I could hardly help but sneak a few glances underneath Tinkerbell's tail. She was humping back, now, eyes clenched shut as Samson's cock seemed to balloon. Like, literally. Tinkerbell's doggy vagina swelled up, wide and round, until it was bulging out far too many inches. The large male couldn't possibly be that wide everywhere.

"Wow," said Isaac, and when I glanced up at him, I saw that he was also sneaking glances.

I blushed red hot, thinking again about the lewdness of what we were watching, and how it made me picture the two of us together. Giggling softly, I rambled, "It's not the size that counts." Of course, I was immediately mortified, but Isaac didn't even look at me weird.

Size, however, really did seem to count for something. Now that Samson was huge and throbbing in Tinkerbell, the German Shepherd was whining and moaning, her hips jerking up and down rapidly. Any reluctance on her part was gone. Samson, who had never hesitated, grunted and pumped eagerly into the bitch, short jabs that echoed with a wet schlorp! I could hardly believe that the small shepherd's snatch could swell so large - it looked painful.

Then, it all came to a head. Neither Isaac nor I could pretend not to hear it as Samson groaned, slammed forward one last time, and let loose with a spluuuuurt! Tinkerbell went crazy, her plaintive whines sounded like some weird combination of intense horror coupled with moaning, blissful humps. Samson's heavy balls stood out like sore thumbs, churning and pulsing as he dumped load after load into the slutty bitch. I'd expected there to be a really sticky mess, but I had to guess that that huge bulge must be keeping it all in her. Samson continued to gush inside Tinkerbell, which didn't bode well for her chances at avoiding puppies.

"Look, Sarah. If she has puppies, you know me and my family will do everything we can to help you, you know, with whatever you do."

I glanced up at Isaac, squeezing his hand, and said, "I know. I guess, you might as well ask your friends and family if they're interested in some mix puppies."

Still gyrating her hips, Tinkerbell suddenly dropped her jaw and wailed, her eyes on Sarah. She could have sworn it was an accusing look! Sarah turned to Tinkerbell and said, on no uncertain terms, "This is your fault, not mine."

Isaac laughed, and Tinkerbell whimpered.

Just when I thought the embarrassment would be over, and the angry parents and curious onlookers would go away, Samson didn't simply get off of his bitch. Instead, he turned around. Now that looked painful. The huge dog stood back-to-back with the smaller shepherd, cock as huge as ever inside her.

I winced, and Isaac chuckled and said, "It's a dog thing."

Well, turns out Samson wasn't even close to finished with her. Another eight minutes passed while Isaac and I stood, holding hands, before the Great Dane had finished ejaculating into my brother's heat-crazed dog. With a loud grunt, he tugged, tugged, and tugged, finally pulling free of the whimpering Tinkerbell. Now there was a mess, as Samson's excess stuff went spilling out of her still stretched out pussy. Hopefully, when Isaac and I finally consummated our relationship, it wouldn't be so painful and gross. Whoa, girl! I thought. We aren't even dating yet.

"Look, Isaac, I gotta go home and get ready for the party," I said, grabbing Tinkerbell's leash. The Jenderson's party wasn't starting for eight hours. Stupid! Stupid!

Isaac blinked and said, "Yeah. Um...Sarah? Like I was saying, before, um, Samson..."

"Yes," I interrupted, firmly. Isaac looked at me with hopeful, puppy dog eyes. "Yes, let's ditch the party early."

Isaac lit up like a bonfire, his cheeks flushed. He said, "Great, uh...uh... I'll see you there!" With that, he grabbed Samson's leash, turned around, and almost tripped over his own feet as he headed for home.

* * * * *

The walk home from the park was humiliating. Actually, the walk to the park was pretty bad, too! Though I suppose the park itself took the cake, if you're baking shame. I was a fourteen-year-old boy, not a four-legged dog. Appearances could be deceiving.

Sarah almost surely didn't know that I was really Derek, the neighbor boy. Only Ben knew who I was, and I doubted he would ever tell anyone. Would they even believe him? It's not every day that a suburbanite kid turns into a German Shepherd.

Sarah and that older boy, Isaac, just watched and did nothing as the monstrous Great Dane sniffled around under my tail, chasing me. Sarah even kept the leash taut, making me easy prey for the horny mastiff. What could I do? Samson weighed twice as much as me. Unable to run, all I could do was stand there and whimper as the huge canine mounted me.

To add insult to injury, all the two teenagers did was watch me get raped and flirt with each other. Sarah even blamed me, twice. I wanted to bite her, but that didn't seem like a very safe way to stay out of the pound.

All those eyes watching me. Not just Isaac and Sarah, but at least three kids from the playground, three angry parents, one shocked and far-too-intrigued ten-year-old from behind a tree, two smiling old people, and one guy in a parked car who looked like a pedophile. All watching me get fucked by a Great Dane.

And liking it.

Just like before, I couldn't stop myself. He was huge! I felt like I was being ripped apart, and still I ended up humping and whimpering around his throbbing cock. The best part was getting pumped full of his cum, spurt after spurt splattering my clenching pussy. I moaned in utter ecstasy, forgetting my large audience. God, I really am a Slutpuppy!

Something about being in heat made every breeze, every touch, every thrust feel indescribable. The pleasure coursing through my body more than overcame my embarrassment, so that as much as I hated it, I whined and humped shamelessly beneath the massive Samson. What was wrong with me!? The only consolation, I figured, was that I was probably already pregnant by Pancakes and Beefstick.

Take that, Karma, I thought. Karma must have run into Ben Hendricks, because like me, it was really a bitch.

Sarah almost ran home, skipping and jumping the whole way. She'd gotten a date with the school quarterback. I found it a little hard to be happy for her, considering what I'd just gotten from the school quarterback's Great Dane. And Samson didn't bother to buy me dinner and a movie.

I had to jog the whole way beside her, slop spilling out of my sore vulva onto the sidewalk as I went. She certainly wasn't going to clean me up. The house seemed empty when we got home. Mr. and Mrs. Hendricks were gone, and if I knew Ben, he was still asleep. Sarah ran upstairs, taking the steps two at a time, and there I was, alone.

Escape? Even if I could have operated the doors (which I couldn't), where would I go? I could try to contact Zack and give him some sort of message. If I had any idea where Ben had gotten the potion, I might try there. No, I was pretty much trapped.

At least I could clean myself off, now. I glanced around the house, looking for paper or cloth towels...something other than the carpet. I didn't want to mess the house up if I could help it! It's not like all the Hendricks deserved it. But if I were in Ben's room, I wouldn't hesitate to jump into his bed and wipe my cum-stained pussy all over his sheets.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find a single towel within reach. My fur was starting to dry out, matting awkwardly beneath my tail. I had to do something. Sighing, I curled up into a ball, sniffing my rump cautiously.

It didn't smell too bad. Besides, my stomach was growling. I took a tentative lick.

Wow, I thought, it tastes great!

I would never have guessed it, but Samson's spunk actually tasted really good. Salty, but filling. I began to lap it all up as quickly as possible, like when Pancakes had gotten a bowl of peanut butter to hide his pain pills (he'd jumped the fence and gotten into a fight with a larger dog). None of the Hendricks had remembered to feed me yet, and I was none-too-anxious to be humiliated, eating dog food, so the large gulps of dog seed would have to do. I'd read somewhere that semen was high in protein.

Then, I began licking my mound. Three rough uses by three rough dogs had definitely stretched me out, Samson's huge knot in particular. My tongue dove inside me, gulping up every drop of cum I could find. I whimpered as I curled up, desperate to drink every drop, and another feeling was beginning to overtake my mind. Each powerful thrust of my tongue spread me apart, rubbing forcefully against my clit. Soon, I wasn't looking for food anymore - I was just humping noisily around my wide, wet tongue.

My hips flew, and almost as quickly, my pussy rocked away from my tongue, leaving me empty and gasping. I tried again, but the same thing happened. Every time I got close to getting myself off, I would jerk my hips around and slip free. My genitals ached and burned with desire, but no matter what I did, I couldn't satisfy myself!

Desperate, I went to the back door, wondering if I could somehow make it into my own backyard, lying in wait for Pancakes or Beefstick. What am I thinking? I gasped, tucking my tail between my legs. I just had to get myself under control - I wasn't about to go seeking a stud...was I?

Shaking my head, I turned away from the door and had the sudden urge to get as far away from the backyard as possible. The stairs! I clambered up the stairs, panting. There was Ben's room, door closed. The next one was Mr. and Mrs. Hendrick's, and down the hall, past the bathroom, lay Sarah's room, a thin sliver of light peeking out the side of the door. It was open a crack, so I padded over to investigate.

There were strange noises coming from inside. Curious, I pushed the door open just enough to walk inside; the door moved silently.

There, on her bed, lay Sarah, and she was naked.

I froze, then backed up instinctively. My butt smacked the door, and it slid closed with a loud click!

"Ben!" Sarah screeched, looking up at the closed door. Seeing me, the naked eighteen-year-old relaxed, and said, "Oh, it's just you, Tinkerbell."

While I stood there and watched, Sarah went back to what she was doing. My jaw dropped as her hand slid down between her legs, and she pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. She'd closed her eyes, and gave out a muffled moan that my sharp ears could easily pick up as "Isaac..."

Oh...my...god.

The girl I'd been having wet dreams about for four years was masturbating in front of me, completely unaware that I was anything more than just a stupid dog. Not only that, I couldn't have left if I'd tried - the door had latched behind me, and I had no hands. Most likely I'd have fled with my tail between my legs if I could have, but now I was presented with an inescapable opportunity. I'd never even kissed a girl, much less seen one naked, much less seen one masturbate. Slowly, entranced, I stepped closer, eyes locked between Sarah's legs.

My heart was racing. I would never have imagined what girl's pussy would really look like. This was nothing like the little pointy mounds on the bitches I'd grown up investigating for my sexual education. Sarah's lips were pink and puffy, yes, but they didn't stand out very far from her body. Now I knew why I'd heard them referred to as 'flowers' before. Sarah pulled her petals apart, moaning, inadvertently showing off the wet tunnel inside of her. I could have died. My jaw was on the floor. She slid three fingers into her clenching pussy, squeezing down around them. Her fingers were slick and fragrant. I cocked my head, taking it all in, more aroused than ever.

"Tinkerbell, what are you doing?"

I glanced up at her, meeting Sarah's eyes. I realized that, without thinking about it, I'd moved until I was only a few inches away from her pussy. My fur had rubbed against her legs, startling her. Damn it!

Not only that, I was drooling. My slobber was falling down onto the sheets below her. Horrified, I took a step back, but no more. Maybe...maybe she'd let me watch if I behaved.

Sarah didn't continue, but she didn't stop either. Instead, she just lay there panting and sweating, looking at me curiously. What did she expect? I couldn't actually answer her question. She thought I was just a normal dog. Was she getting suspicious?

"You're probably hungry, aren't you?" she asked, glancing about the room.

No, don't feed me. Pretend I'm not here! I begged.

Sarah's eyes locked on a half-full jar of peanut butter, next to a plate with toast crumbs and a butterknife. "Here you go, girl," she said. How humiliating. She grabbed the jar and the knife, and got a large dollop of peanut butter on the knife, extending it toward me.

Well, I was hungry, I couldn't deny that, and peanuts were pretty sure to be a lot better than dried meat cubes. I licked my lips, eyes fixed on the knife. Was it so easy to distract a dog?

Instead of offering me the knife however, I watched the eighteen-year-old slide the knife between her legs, spreading the creamy food all over her wet pussy. "Eat up," she said, shivering and leaning back against her big, fluffy pillow.

I blinked, gaping. She... I... There was... How...?

Forget it! What was I doing!? I edged up until half my body was on the bed, and licked.

"Oh, God, what am I doing?" Sarah moaned to herself, and I was wondering the same thing. But I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the...pussy?

Sweet, tasty peanut butter filled my mouth, and I gulped it down. It tasted great and all, but I far more interested in what lay beneath the butter. I bobbed my head up and down, slurping noisily as I lapped at her mound. Sarah jerked her hips, but only spread her legs further. It didn't take a lot of furious licks to get all the peanut butter off, leaving only her wet, naked pussy in front of me.

"Oh, Isaac!" she cried.

I rolled my eyes, but I wasn't going to let a bit of humiliation stop me. Taking a deep breath, I leaned between her legs and buried my tongue between her swollen lips. Instantly, her strong hands grabbed my head, but she didn't push me away. Instead, she pulled me closer. I slid my wide, wet tongue into her hot, tight cunt, glancing up her naked body to watch the young woman moaning, her hefty breasts heaving.

The taste was amazing. Salty and savory, my first taste only made me want more. Sarah's fingernails dug painfully into the back of my head, but I didn't care. I rammed my tongue this way and that inside of her, gulping down every drop of sweet wetness I could find. But every time I schlurped away her juices, more seemed to appear.

Sarah rocked her hips and yelped. Startled, she clapped a wet hand to her own mouth, to muffle her moans. She didn't want to wake Ben, I supposed! She whimpered and clenched down hard around my tongue, but that just made my slurps that much more forceful. My heart raced. I was getting her off. Sarah. I could hardly believe my luck!

"Mmmmph! Nnnnrg! Errrrrrrph!" Sarah moaned through her hand.

I pushed forward, until my wet nose was pressing up against her clit. I knew first hand what that felt like, thanks to Pancakes. My tongue pumped in and out of her, and Sarah couldn't hold back any longer. She opened her mouth and said, "Tinkerbell!"

Inwardly, I grinned. At least she had the right person, if not the right name. I wondered if I was the first boy - scratch that - first one to get her off.

That's when she exploded. A wet gush of fluid spilled on my deeply embedded tongue, and it was all I could do to gulp it all up without choking. Worse, her clenching cunt squeezed even harder. She did at least manage to keep her shuddering whimpers quiet.

I drank her down eagerly, bobbing my head in time with her frantic upward thrusts. She kept one hand over her mouth, the other grasping her own breast. I watched her face contorting in ecstasy, knowing that it was me doing that to her. I couldn't exactly say I was glad to be here like this, but how long would it have been for me to see a girl like this if I hadn't been transformed into a dog? Not with my reputation at school.

"Oh... Ohhhhh..." she panted, then put her hands on my head and pushed away. "Owww..."

I pulled back, licking my wet and dripping lips. Her pussy was quivering, but it was pretty clear she didn't want me licking her anymore. I knew the feeling: her lips must be burning from the orgasm. But I also knew from Beefstick's insistence that the pain sensation faded pretty quickly. And I was hornier than ever. I had to do something, since I knew I couldn't get myself off.

I pulled my hind legs up onto the bed and walked over the shivering, moaning woman. I don't think she even noticed me until I straddled her, my hind paws on either side of her waist, and my front paws brushing gently up against her sweaty breasts. She opened her eyes to see me staring down at her, and she gasped, "Tinkerbell...?"

Sarah, naked beneath me and moaning my 'name', I did what only came naturally to me. I lay down on her and licked her face. My chest buried her breasts in fur, my tail wagged back and forth between her legs, and, most importantly for me, my pussy pressed right up against her wet opening.

Sarah whimpered and tried at first to push me off. "Stop..." she whispered.

I licked her cheek fast and hard, her juices still lingering on my tongue. It wasn't a cock, but my raised, pointed mound would have to do. Heart pounding, I started rocking my hips, grinding my soft, swollen lips against hers.

"Oh...!" Sarah gasped, surprised. As soon as she opened her mouth, I filled her with my tongue. She whimpered, her tongue powerless against mine, moving her hands straight to my neck and pushing me away. But I wouldn't be swayed. I pushed harder, lapping everywhere inside of her mouth.

She was stronger than me, though, and pulled me away from her mouth, no matter how hard I pushed against her. Eyes wide, she said, "Jesus Christ, Tinkerbell, what am I doing!?"

With that, she opened her mouth and let go of my neck. In seconds I was back inside of her, wrapping my flexible tongue around hers and humping madly against her pussy. Sarah kissed back, tilted her head to let me push even deeper, while she wrapped her arms around my back. Oh God, this is really happening!

Schlurp! Schlurp! Schlurp! I pressed my muzzle up against her mouth, tasting her saliva and letting her taste mine. One hand slowly slid down my back, resting finally above my tail. Even as we kissed, Sarah began to push down on my hindquarters, squeezing my mound all the harder down against Sarah's trembling pussy.

While I whimpered, she moaned, and then I felt her other hand sliding between our bellies, her sweaty arms rubbing up against my teats. But that wasn't her goal. Before I knew it, she'd reached her tender lips and spread them apart. To my amazement, the next time I humped against her, my protruding mound pushed inside her.

It wasn't much, but it was something. I pounded my hips against her, spreading her apart with my inch-long mound. This was about as close as I would ever get to fucking a girl, now, and only a day after transforming. Sure, I'd really lost my virginity well before this, to Pancakes, Beefstick and Samson. But this was close - damn close. I kissed her and moaned and penetrated Sarah, barely giving her time to gasp out for air, saying, "Tinkerbell!"

My mound was pressing up against her clit, making her tremble and moan. My pussy burned, but I knew from experience that my clit was buried deeper inside me. I whined and groaned, trying to get off on the sheer thrill of fucking a girl, but it wasn't enough for me. For Sarah, though, she was in heaven. She exploded again, coating my pussy with her juices as she trembled and rocked her hips against mine. She pulled her face away, breaking our kiss to moan, "Tinkerbell!" again, panting desperately for air.

I had to do something with my dripping tongue, and so I splashed it up between her sweaty breasts, lapping between the heaving orbs. "Oh...God! Don't stop!" she whimpered.

I moved my muzzle over and began suckling one of her nipples. Sarah arched her back and moaned, fingers gripping the bedsheets as I drove her wild. "God...oh, god!" she repeated, "Unnnnf, don't...God..."

"Stop!" she exclaimed, and this time she sounded like she meant it. She pushed weakly at my furry body, and as much as I wanted to stay on her, humping away, I relented. Whimpering, I pulled away from her naked body, leaving the eighteen-year-old shivering, sticky on the bedsheets.

I watched her though, naked and gasping for breath, her face bright red and sweaty. "God, god," she repeated. "What did I just do?"

She was so beautiful. Thinking back, I could hardly believe I'd had the nerve to do what I did, but in the heat of the moment, I couldn't suppress my lust. In a lot of ways, that paralleled my lust for the three dogs who'd fucked me, but this time my mind was happily along for the ride. I'd never imagined a girl would be so sexy, but now, having done all this with Sarah, I knew that I'd never have trouble masturbating again.

Oh, right. I was a dog now...and forever. I would never masturbate again - at least not that way. My pussy ached and burned with desire, but I knew I couldn't satisfy myself. Still...I had to try!

Curling up on the bed beside the panting Sarah, I lifted a leg and slammed my tongue into my soft, tingling cunt. Almost immediately, I humped up and down, squeezing hard around my tongue, but no matter how hard I tried, my tongue still pulled free, leaving me empty and cold. It was like torture! How could I ever get off if every time I got close, I lost control? I whimpered pitifully, trying again.

"Tinkerbell...what's wrong?" Sarah asked, watching me lapping at my pussy. I would have been mortified, but then, my own tongue had recently been burrowed in her cunt. Considering she'd just fucked a dog, I figured I wasn't the one who should be embarrassed.

She blushed a deep red when she realized what I was doing, but she kept watching. It didn't take long for her to realize why I was whimpering, rocking my hips vainly against the air. "Oh...oh," she said.

I didn't need her pity. I slurped again, hoping that the fifth time would be the charm. But no, no luck.

"Let me...um...help you," Sarah murmured.

Eyes wide, I looked over at her. She couldn't mean...

She did. Hesitating, she crawled across the bed to me, reaching a hand between my legs. I dropped my jaw, reflexively rolling over onto my back. This couldn't be happening!

It was. All four of my legs dangled in the air, Sarah positioning herself kneeling over my rigid tail. I stared at her in disbelief, but softly, carefully, she reached a shaking hand to my trembling mound, and touched it.

Electricity shot through my body, unlike anything I'd ever felt. My spade began instinctively jumping up and down, bouncing at her touch while I shivered, arching my head back and whimpering.

"You like that, don't you?" Sarah asked, inquisitively.

The best answer I could give her was to spread my legs further apart, yipping softly. She took this as a yes, she reached forward again. "What am I - well, it's only fair," she said. I watched, quivering, as she brushed the tip of her finger against my y-shaped folds, bringing her middle finger out as well to gently spread my vulva apart.

"Well, if you can take Samson, you can take this," she decided out loud. I took a deep breath, and sure enough, Sarah pushed her finger into my heat-swollen pussy. I yelped, hammering my hips up and down against her, but unlike my tongue, Sarah's finger stayed put, buried deep in my wet, clenching cunny. I squealed in a very unmanly way, but I didn't care. I would suffer any indignity to satisfy my lust, and if this worked out, it would surely be less embarrassing than lifting my tail for Pancakes again.

Placing her free hand on my abdomen, Sarah rubbed and petted the soft fur and tiny teats, starting to push her finger in and out of me. I groaned, gritting my teeth and squeezing desperately around that long, firm finger, squirming and panting in bliss. "Good girl!" Sarah said gently.

Penis or vagina, if it felt this good, I didn't care. I whimpered so much it formed one, continuous whine, and I was just about to get off when she pulled her finger free. Frantic, I yelped, "No, don't stop!" Of course, only barks came out.

Sarah seemed to get the picture, so she reassured me. "Don't worry, girl."

I watched curiously as Sarah slid off the bed so that her knees were on the ground, leaning over to grab me by the hips and slide me across the covers to the edge. I whimpered, until I felt her hands grip and pat my belly on either side. My little nipples trembled at her touch. But it wasn't enough.

Sarah lowered her mouth between my legs, and I yipped in shock. She couldn't...

She could. I couldn't fathom it, but my next-door neighbor lowered her lips to the wet, trembling pussy of her brother's dog, and licked it. Was I dreaming? Could all of this really have stemmed from simply walking in on her masturbating? I spread my legs and clenched my eyes closed, incredulous. Her warm, wet tongue spread my lips wide, pushing inside of me. Her finger was good, but this was unbelievable. Sarah was eating me out!

Whining, I squirmed, but her strong grip on my stomach kept me firmly in place. I humped in a frezy around her tongue, even as she pressed her lips fully around my mound, suckling the sensitive flesh at the same time she jabbed her tongue as deep as she could. The very tip of her tongue brushed up against my deep, hidden clit, and that was it.

I howled and gushed all over her tongue. I writhed, groaning and whimpering as the pleasure I'd been seeking finally reached my brain. I was in a different world. Sarah made sure I didn't go anywhere, holding me in place and keeping her tongue inside my puppy cunt. She seemed determined to ride out my entire orgasm, though I doubt she realized just how long she was in for. My canine body was designed for up to twenty minutes; Sarah only managed to keep licking and lapping at my juices for five before she pulled out and gasped for breath.

Finally empty, I lay back, panting, a warmth spreading evenly through my body and half-closing my eyes. I could have stayed like that forever, but Sarah stood up. "God...that was...that was..." She paced back and forth, and added with amusement, "I thought only dolphins and humans had sex for pleasure. But a bitch in heat - first Samson, now this. You're quite a little slut, you know that?"

I just met her eyes and smiled, my tongue dangling out of my mouth. Would she...want to do this again? Maybe there were some perks to my new form.

Besides, if I was a slut, what did that make Sarah?**