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It was 5:05 on a Friday and the worst day of the week to be staying after work.

Corbyn Jones got up from his desk, nearly knocking over a stack of papers as he hurried to put on his sport-coat, clamping the cordless against his ear. "No, sir. I've been trying to tell you..."

Jason Norton, Corbyn's best friend in the world, poked his head inside the office door, looking harried. "Let's go, Cor. Frank's buying tonight!"

Corbyn sighed as he cupped the receiver. "You guys go ahead."

"Something come up?"

"No, it's a wrong number, but I think I'm onto something..."

The man blinked and came into the office. "You're kidding. Give me that phone. I'll tell him who to call..."

"I'm handling it." He jerked away from his friend and sat on the table, "No, sir, absolutely, I know you need help. You've just dialed an accounting firm, that's all..." He sighed and raked blonde hair from around his blue eyes, then smiled at Jason. "I'll meet you guys at Carla's, okay?"

Jason rolled his eyes and shook his head, leaving Corbyn in his misery as he hurried to catch up to the young men at the elevator.

**

It was nearly 6:00 by the time he plodded wearily into Carla's, a quaint bar and grill in the heart of Manhattan, and found his other office-mates already full steam ahead for the weekend at a corner booth. He slid in with a dejected sigh, ordered his usual white wine spritzer, and waited for the ribbing.

"Therrre's the panty-waist, heyyy ya made it..." Jason, on his third drink, slurred as he scooted over to let the man in, clapping his shoulder. "My friends," he raised his glass, "to Cor...for bein' such a pushhhhover...Cheers!" On raucous laughter, the other men clinked glasses.

Corbyn colored and took a sip of his drink. "Hey, you know what? Might've been a wrong number but-" More laughter rose up and he flushed, continuing, "BUT...I might have gotten us a new account. So there you go, you can't look opportunity in the eye."

It was his favorite saying in the world. His father, an accountant genius himself, was proud of it. It was a way of saying that opportunity comes in many fashions and forms, and sometimes you don't see them, unless you're not looking right at them.

"Whatever, man," Jason snickered. "You're usually home by six anyway, aren't you?"

"Could we forget about that for now? You're still coming over in the morning, right?"

"Well, not TOO early." Jason's brown eyes were almost glittering in the dim room, distant, focused at the bar. "Well, hellloooo gorgeous..."

The other men had stopped drinking and were staring intently at the bar as well. Corbyn followed their eyes to the blonde-haired woman perched demurely on a bar stool, her crossed legs, long, pale and as smooth as cornsilk, showing off beautiful ankles coming out of black stilettos. The crimson dress she wore barely reached her thighs, and a black lace garter was wrapped around one of them. As they watched, she turned her stool and parted her legs, as if inviting a lover, and the hint of black panties peeked from between them.

"Holy...oh wow...did you see...?" Jason had lost his slur, trying to look collected. He could feel an arousal in his slacks already.

"She's alright, I suppose," Corbyn agreed, taking another sip. "Seen one blonde, you've seen them all."

"Oh yeah? Why don't you go talk to her then? That'd be a hell of an opener. 'Hey, babe, I'd like to say you're a gorgeous little thing but, you've seen one blonde, you've seen 'em all...'"

More laughter followed and Corbyn fumed. "Hey, I just had a date with Jessica. Cut me some slack. Unlike you, I remember the names of my one-night stands and like to keep in touch, remember?"

"Well, since you were late, I'd say you should go try to hit on her, as your punishment." The others quickly agreed, nodding and chuckling good-naturedly.

Corbyn tried to protest. "Guys, seriously, I'm really more for the dark-haired, sleepy-sloe eyed type."

"Oh just do it, man. She'll turn you down flat like she'll probably do to everyone else all evening. I know her type. She's middle-aged eye-candy. Look at her face. See the crow's feet? If she's not over 40, I'd kiss a pig. She's here to present herself to all the males in the room and let them think she's still hot stuff..."

"Uh, she IS hot stuff," one of his friends spoke up.

"True. So anyway, go on..." he nudged Corbyn's side, "do this, we'll watch the shoot-down, have a laugh, and get back to business at hand, okay?"

The young man swallowed hard and looked at the woman again before getting up from the booth and stealing himself, ignoring the snickers behind him as he walked up next to her, sitting down and ordering another spritzer.

"That's certainly different..." the older woman smiled, turning her stool around to face his.

Corbyn was immediately stuck for a comeback and had none. "It's...it's what my father drank. He, um, always said too much alcohol clouds the mind, and...stuff like that..." He went silent again, stroking the offered glass.

The woman nodded. "Your father is very wise."

"He...he was. He, um, died about six months ago..."

"I'm so sorry." She placed a hand on his leg and he instantly warmed up about 20 degrees. "I'd like to try one of those, if...you're in the mood to buy a kind old woman a drink?"

Corbyn chuckled and turned to look at her, immediately attracted to the face. Even with the crow's feet, she had the most beautiful violet eyes he'd ever seen, so striking they looked like gems. But her face was flawless, not an age spot, or a freckle to be found, and full pouting red lips revealed straight, ultra-white teeth when she smiled.

She could have almost been a supermodel once, he thought, and then shook his head at her. "You are not old by any stretch of the imagination, miss. And I'd very much like to buy you a drink."

"It's Samantha, but I love Sam..."

Corbyn cast a quick glance at the booth and flashed a triumphant grin at Jason's dumbstruck expression before turning back to her. "I'm Corbyn...but I love Cor..."

**

It was 1:00 and the place was nearly empty by the time Corbyn paid the tab and helped Sam with her coat.

"I live not far from here, Sam. You could use my phone there to call a cab, and I could make some spiced coffee and...we could, um, talk a bit more...i-if you want to..."

Sam smiled and looped her arms gently around him to kiss his mouth softly. "I would really like that, Cor. In fact," she giggled and reached into her purse, taking out a large collar. "We could have a very magical night."

"Wow, what kind of animal do YOU own?" He chuckled a little uneasily. The jewel-encrusted collar looked nothing like the ones he'd seen at various curio shops or advertised in online sex stores. Around the black leather band he could barely make out what looked like Sanskrit etched in silver, surrounded by sparkling emeralds, rubies and sapphires. His keen eyes told them they were no phonies.

"Well," she smiled, putting it back into her purse and caressing his cheek. "You, if you'd like..." she bit her bottom lip seductively, and the warmth of her body pressing against his decided him.

**

There had been little delay between the moment the condo door closed behind them and the point where they were naked, writhing about on the living room floor, already sweaty and panting feverishly. Corbyn fumbled with a condom while Samantha laid across his legs, nuzzling and licking gently at his arousal. "Mm...you won't need that..." she smiled up at him. "But..." Rolling off of him, she reached for the collar next to her, "I would like you to wear this now, please..."

Corbyn's earlier queasiness washed over him and he sighed. "I...I really don't know about this, Sam...would it even fit me?"

"Well, we won't know until we try, sweetie..." She crawled up atop of his body and kissed him deeply, undoing the silver buckle embedded in the leather. Her kisses became demanding, and hands instantly reached for his length, pulling at it urgently. "Come on..." the woman moaned softly, "You want to cum already? I don't mind...mmm, not at all..." She stepped up her hand-job, pumping her fist tightly about his arousal. "Put it on..."

Corbyn was beyond caring about the collar anymore. Quickly he slid the thick leather around his neck and suddenly gasped as the buckle re-attached itself - without any hands at all.

"Told you it was magic..." Sam giggled and leaned forward to kiss him again, still stroking him off.

The young man felt a slight burning at his throat, an itchy, dry heat, as if he were in the middle of the Sahara. "Sam...ohhh..." His discomfort was forgotten as the lovely woman fisted his thick crown a few times, enough to make him explode, his hot seed spattering about his chest and stomach as Sam perched in his lap, finishing him off completely.

"Sam...Sam...I...I don't feel...right...dizzy..."

"Shhh, it's alright, Cor. You're fine...I just took a lot out of you is all..." She smiled and brushed her mouth along his chin, nibbling at his short scruff. "Mmm...that was so hot, honey...let's fuck...but leave the collar on...okay?"

Even as Corbyn protested, she was lifting up her hips, guiding his hard warmth to her slick, silky folds and mounting him on the living room floor. He let out a loud growl and wrapped his arms around her tightly, allowing her to buck and bounce against him. She felt so incredible inside. He'd been with his share of women in the past, but Samantha was eager to please, lubricating herself with fresh juices and scent at every thrust, as if she were covered in sweet-smelling oils and perfumes.

She panted harder, lacing her hands around his throat, pressing her fingers against the collar. "You're my...animal...ohhh..." she shuddered, and Corbyn tipped forwards, nearly crushing the lovely woman underneath him as he started to piston his shaft in and out of her folds wildly, losing control of his senses. "Yeah, yeah, God, fuck me, FUCK me, you beast! Ohhh..." Her legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his buttcheeks, and she threw her head back, eyes closed, crying out as her lover jammed and hurled himself against her relentlessly.

Corbyn couldn't take it anymore. The constant rubbing of his shaft against her tight, wet flesh triggered a tremendous orgasm, one he'd never had before. He shuddered and jerked against her, at the last possible second trying to pull back from her, and then her legs pulled inward, forcing him to cum hot, heavy spatters of spunk deep into her body.

"Ohhh...ohh, yes, yes...cum, cum it all, baby...cummm...mmmm..." Her head dropped back to the floor and she joined him in orgasm, crying out softly as her juices spurted around his pumping member, wetting it and then bathing it in her scent. Her labia clenched tightly around him each time he erupted, milking him of his seed, and it kept setting off another and then another orgasm for them both. By the time they were done, milky drops from their joining were leaking out of her slit.

Corbyn pulled free of her and collapsed to his side next to her, shaking uncontrollably, breathing hard, as Samantha purred like a lioness and curled her legs up around his, eagerly brushing his leg with a foot. "Oh wow...wow," he whispered, "I knew older women were hot but...wow...ohh man..." he was almost giddy, laughing, wiping some tears from his eyes. "Sam...you were the best...I mean it...my God, that was...the most I've ever cum into...i-into...oh God, I didn't get you pregnant, did I?"

Samantha giggled, reaching up to stroke the collar around his neck. "You were fine. I promise, you have nothing to worry about...well, at least about me getting pregnant..." She reached up to the strange silver clasp and said a single word he did not understand, "Canis." The collar loosened from around his throat. Smiling softly at him, she pulled away and got to her knees to cat-stretch. "Mmm...it's late, lover...I really need to get out of here."

Corbyn watched her and smiled softly. "Won't you at least stay the night? I can think of about a hundred ways I'd love for you to wake me up in the morning..." But he was laughing, getting up and putting on his silk boxers.

Samantha got up and started to dress in front of him, putting on a bit of a show with her bra and panties. "No...I need to get up early. But, this was fun, Cor...thank you so much."

"Won't you at least take a shower and clean up?"

"No...honestly, Cor...I really need to run. Again, thanks..." Wordlessly she put on her dress and stilettos, brushing out her hair a few times before gathering her coat. Corbyn followed her to the door and she turned around again. "Did you have a nice time?"

"It was...mind-blowing, Sam..." He slipped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her deeply, passionately. "Best night ever..."

"Good..." Her violet eyes watched his for a moment, and then she gently traced his throat, where a bit of irritated skin had started to develop. "Mmm...have a wonderful evening, Cor..." She waited for him to open the door for her and she brushed past him, her hand lingering at his hip. He came out into the hall to get the elevator door for her and they chatted briefly about Carla's food. As she stepped in, she looked at him, this time with a bit of sadness...and something else.

Was it regret? No...it looked like something else.

"I hope you find true love someday, Cor..." Her eyes bore into his, and suddenly they looked as cold as shaved ice.

He was taken aback by the statement and quickly smiled. "Oh...I'm sure I will sometime..."

"Good." She then smiled faintly as the door started to close, "Because it is the only thing that can save you now..."

The elevator door closed behind her.

Corbyn looked uncertainly at the door, scratched at his neck, and walked back inside his condo. In the bathroom, he took a fast shower and looked at himself in the mirror, touching an odd welt that had formed on his skin. "The hell?"

He traced the welt that seemed to run around his neck, looking angry and red. Muttering, he picked up some calamine lotion and slathered it over the irritated skin. "Told that stupid bitch I didn't want to wear that thing..." he growled, and wandered into his bedroom, almost dizzy. "I...told her..."

He was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

**

Corbyn opened his eyes against the glare of sunlight spilling through the venetian blinds and yawned widely, letting out a soft whine. He rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock by his bed. "Shit! I'm late! Jason's coming over in an hour..." Quickly he sprang out of bed and landed on the floor with a thud, looking confused. "Huh?" He tried several times to get to his feet but kept falling over onto all-fours again. Looking down, he saw the problem. "Oh my God...what...no..." He quickly ran to the bathroom and hiked himself up to the edge of the sink to look into the mirror.

The blue-eyed, white and silver furred face of a full-grown husky looked back at him.

"Oh no, no no no...wake up, Cor, you're dreaming! Wake up! WAKE UP!" His reflection barked several times, large ears atop his head pointed straight up, and he could see a fluffy tail wagging hard behind him. "Shit!" His paws slipped off the sink and he fell onto his side, knocking the breath from his lungs. He struggled to his feet again and crawled into the living room, trying to find his phone. "This is not happening, this is not happening," he moaned as he scraped his paws frantically around his pants, trying to get to the cellphone in the pocket. "Come on!" With another scratch, the phone slipped free and he struggled to bat the "call" button. "Call Jason." He waited then tried again. "Call Jason! Aw, shit!" He nosed at the keypad until he could hit "outgoing" and tapped on Jason's name.

A tired, cranky voice answered, "Cor...? Oh man, I overslept, I'll be over in-"

"Jason!" he barked into the phone. "It's me! Don't freak out! Something's happened to me and I need you to get over here right away, now. NOW!"

"When the fuck did you get a dog?"

Corbyn stared at the phone in horror. "Oh shit...he...he can't understand me...wait, maybe Morse code." He started barking urgently again, trying to get him to understand short yips and loud barks, starting with the familiar "S.O.S."

"Shut up, you fucking mutt! Huh, GPS says it's at his place. Must've gotten loose from somewhere...dammit. Siri, show me dog shelters in Queens." He heard a few beeps on the other end, and then Jason's voice, colder. "You've had it now, doggy." and then he hung up.

Corbyn stared bewilderedly at the phone and whined. "Shit, now what do I do?" He could either wait for Jason and try to get him to understand what had happened before he had him carted off to the dog pound, or worse, wait for the men from the shelter Jason was calling, and likely end up at the dog pound anyway. Neither choice was pleasant.

"Sam..." he whined, and bolted to the kitchen, jumping up onto the sink carefully and pawing at the window latch. "Of course. It's got to be that collar. This is all her fault. If I can find her, maybe I can...undo whatever it is she did to me..." He braced his new back legs against the sink and scrabbled at the glass. "Come onnn..."

After a few moments, the glass parted, and he could poke his head out of the window and look around him. "Oh man...thank God I'm only three floors up..." he muttered, and started to squirm his body side to side, getting more of himself through the open pane. His torso and then haunches followed and soon he was perched precariously on the large concrete ledge outside, shivering at the autumn cold. One of his paws slipped on a sheet of leftover rain from the night before, and he nearly fell before baring his claws and grabbing onto the ledge, holding on for dear life while his back legs dangled.

He whined and carefully turned his head to look around him. Next door, the window was slightly ajar. If he could work his way over to the next unit, he could hide out there until he could figure out what to do next. He was starving. He had no idea what his new stomach would want, but the way it was growling right now bothered him. He panted hard as he started going paw over paw along the ledge, trying to keep his back legs up and cut down on his body's weight.

"Almost...there..." he whined again, his ears hanging low against the breeze. "Easy..." His paw suddenly stepped on some bird dropping and he grimaced, wanting to gag in revulsion. The jerk of disgust pitched him off balance. For a moment, he hoped his other paw was strong enough to hold on while he re-trenched his grip on the concrete, but then his back legs dropped down again and he slipped off the ledge. The dog yelped as he fell and slammed into a dumpster on his back amidst a clatter of empty cans.

He shook his head woozily, getting rid of cobwebs, and writhed about in the trash, getting more disgusted by the minute. "Gross! So...gross..." he barked weakly and whined several times, pulling himself through the scores of plastic, paper and metals until he could reach the edge and look out with his forepaws on the rim.

He ducked his head quickly back inside the dumpster as a caged truck pulled up and a stocky, bald man with a net and a gun hurried out, jawing away on a cellphone.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, Unit 345, on my way up now...hold on a sec..." he pocketed his cell and Corbyn watched him jam a long, sharp dart into the gun before walking past him and out of his line of sight.

He poked his head back out and struggled to get a footing on the gunk and trash around him. With a hard shove with his back paws, he managed to clear the rim and sit with his chest upon it, looking nervously around him. "Oh come on already, move it, doggy..." he growled loudly, jerking his body back and forth. He was nearly out when he felt something crawl across his leg, and then a sharp pain caused him to yelp loudly.

"What was-" the bald man had slammed out of the condo and was now face-to-face with the husky, looking at him from inside the dumpster. "Well, what have we here..." He aimed his dart gun and Corbyn tried to shout.

"Wait! Wait! You're making a mistake, I-"

He felt the stab of the tranquilizer against his throat and pitched backwards, crashing into the dumpster again.

The man walked carefully up to the dumpster and peeked inside, grinning ear to ear. "You just hang in there, partner. I'll have ya outta there in a sec..."

Corbyn whined softly, closed his eyes and fell fast asleep hearing the man's laughter echo.

**

"...just got this one in..."

"That's wonderful..."

His right ear twitched to the sound of distant voices, moving closer, and he opened one blue eye, his head still resting comfortably on his paws. He was surrounded by chain-link fence, in a space only about twice his size. He startled as the voices got louder, and he immediately recognized one of them: the bald man who'd caught him.

"Yeah, he's a beaut. Can't stand to let the guy go like that, so I'm damned glad ya came in when ya did, miss. He was headed for Heaven otherwise..."

Quickly he got up on his legs, looking around him. Several other dog cages lined the wall in front of him, some of the animals resting peacefully, while others started to yap and bark, wagging tails furiously as the couple walked down the hall towards him.

"Here's the one I told ya about, miss. Pure as far as I can tell."

The bald man came into view, followed closely by a young woman in her mid-20s. Corbyn was immediately drawn to her eyes, such an intense shade of green that they almost glittered. Her black hair was done up in a large pony-tail that hung down her back close to the waist. Where the red sweater and faded blue jeans did not hide it, her skin was deeply-tanned, almost dark, and her face was smooth, still showing the youthfulness of a teenager. Her smile was bright and cheerful, and as she leaned in closer to his cage, he caught a strong whiff of her scent, a perfume of cinnamon, vanilla and lavender all rolled together.

His head swam. "Wow..." he tried to say, but all that came from him was a soft "wuff".

The young woman reached in with her fingers and he readily trapped one of them between his teeth, licking it several times.

"Ow, he's got me..." she giggled, letting the husky hold on to her finger. "He's not rabid, is he?"

"No idea, miss. Can't find any record of his owner, no license, no microchips." He sighed, rubbing his temples, "strange though. This guy reported he got a call from him..."

The woman looked up. "Wait, he CALLED someone?"

The man laughed, shaking his head. "I know, it's weird, right? Says this guy was in someone's condo, um, hang on..." He consulted an open folder for a moment. "Corbyn Jones, 23 West Park Avenue, Suite 345..."

Corbyn suddenly started to bark several times and the woman tried to calm him down with a few rubs on his nose. "Shh, it's alright. So how do you know the husky doesn't belong to him?"

"That's the thing. He doesn't. No record, ma'am. Besides, that condo has a strict no-pets policy. And I gave the place a once-over. No dog food, trays, bowls, nothing to indicate a dog ever lived there before."

"That's odd..."

"Yeah, I reckon what happened was, the little fella must have been around the hall at some point, or this Jones guy left the door open, and he wandered in."

The woman laughed, and Corbyn thought the sound was almost ethereal. "Well...how did he know to use a phone?! I've never heard of a dog calling someone, have you?"

"Listen, lady, we use cellphones for so much now a days, you can punch a single button and get a Chinese restaurant in SoHo. The dog must've found the cell and played around with it..."

"Like the booty call..."

"Excuse me?"

She giggled, clasping her hands behind her. "Sometimes I'll have my cell in my back pocket, and accidentally call someone when I sit down."

"Oh...aw, that's cute." The bald man grinned, trying not to leer too much at the way she filled out the red sweater. "So...you want this dog, miss? Only 75 dollars and I can arrange his shots before you walk him out..."

She leaned up against Corbyn's cage and laughed again as the husky started to lick her nose through the cage. "I do..."

Corbyn watched her dreamily. "I've never seen...anyone so beautiful," he whimpered, and then on the heels of that, "Wait...shots?!"

**

He was still dizzy from the effects of the vaccinations and the rather jerky car-ride in the back seat as the woman carefully guided him by the leash up the front steps of her modest one-story house and unlocked the door. "Well, it's not Park Avenue, sweetie," she reached down to pet his head, "but I think you'll like it..."

The house was small but cozy. A few scattered fashion magazines, sewing patterns and fabrics were on the living room's plush carpet. A loveseat and sofa competed for space near a wide-screen television, and the room opened up to a spacious kitchen with an island. Corbyn waited for the woman to unhook the leash and let him run free, and he immediately got up on the sofa, sitting down and looking pained at her, whining.

"Ohhh...don't you worry, baby, you're hungry, I know..." She smiled and slipped out of her sweater, wearing a white t-shirt underneath, and Corbyn's large pink tongue seemed to drop out of his mouth, staring intently at two large outlines of her dark nipples underneath. "I brought food yesterday, just in case I got lucky..." the woman winked and made some kissing noises to him to follow her.

Corbyn hopped down off the sofa and trotted into the kitchen, watching her bend down to open and pour a generous amount of dry dog food into a bowl on the floor. He swallowed hard. "Oh man, I can't eat this. No way..." He started to scratch at the floor, whining again.

"Well, come on, just waiting for you, baby. It's not going to come to you." She stood up and folded her arms, looking a little stern. "Come on, dog, eat."

Reluctantly, the husky plodded meekly up to the bowl and gave it a sniff. "Ugh..."

He looked up at her face, whining again, then dipped his tongue out to lick the food. "Oh God, so gross...no way..." Corbyn backed away again, shaking his head.

"What, you don't like that food? Did I get the wrong brand?"

He shook his head again.

The woman looked at him with intense curiosity and kneeled beside him, placing a hand on the back of his neck. "You want something else?"

This time Corbyn's furry head bobbed up and down.

"Oh my God...you can understand what I'm saying?!"

He nodded again, his eyes lighting up and his tail starting to wag faster. "Wuff!"

The woman looked stunned as she slowly sat down on the floor, crossing her legs. "This is unbelievable." She looked at the husky again and smiled. "You're the first male in this house who understands me. Congratulations." Caressing his fur gently, she continued, "So...you really DID come from Park Avenue, didn't you? You were someone's pet, right?"

Corbyn shook his head slowly, his eyes rolling a bit in pleasure as her hand worked wonderful magic along his fur. Her hands were small, delicate, but obviously firm.

"So...if you're not anyone's pet...w-where did you come from, boy?"

Corbyn suddenly had an idea. He barked at her a few times and bounded into the dining room, looking around.

"Hey, wait! Where are you going?" She got up and followed him as he walked in between chairs, rearing up on his hind legs to look on top of her desk and a credenza. He turned to look at her and barked again, his gaze falling on a large shelf of books in the corner. Quickly he dashed to the shelf and pushed his nose up to the books, settling finally on the large White Pages phone book, and trying to bite at it.

The woman understood and quickly knelt beside him, opening the phone book to the middle. "Okay, boy...what name do I look for? Does it start with an H...?"

**

Hours later they were curled up together on the loveseat, his head laying on her lap, as they watched television. Corbyn had learned that her name was Lani Malia, originally from the island of Oahu, Hawaii, spending her first year as an intern for one of the largest fashion agencies in the city.

"I just don't get it..." Lani whispered softly as she stroked his back, earning several licks along her bare leg. "If...if you're Corbyn...what the hell happened to you...?" She suddenly looked fearful. "Is this some kind of curse...?"

"Yap!" They had established a means of communication other than head-shakes, one short wuff for "no" and a louder bark for "yes".

"Do you know who cursed you? Was it one of those crazy gypsies or something?"

The husky whined softly and dug his narrow muzzle closer between her thighs.

"Ohhh, you don't know, do you? Corbyn, that tickles!" She giggled, feeling his nose pressing up against her white panties, sniffing deeply at her scent. "Oh you're a bad dog..." she whispered, closing her eyes as her companion started batting his tongue gently to her crotch and licking. "Mmm...okay, okay, okay...settle..." Lani chuckled, crossing her legs and pushing the canine's head gently away from her. "I'm sorry, honey, this is just all so crazy to me. I mean, I'm used to hearing about curses back on the Hawaiian islands, not...Park Avenue and Manhattan..." She stroked his head thoughtfully. "Maybe we can find a way to get you back to normal..."

He wuffed softly at her and wagged his tail, trying to snuggle into her lap again. Lani laughed as she was pushed down onto the couch on her back. She hugged her thighs around his torso, trying to fend off his licking. "Corbyn! No! Okay, yes, yes, I'll help you!"

He made another soft wuffing sound and pushed his nose up against hers, licking her along the mouth. "I think I'm in love..." he thought dreamily as her soft hands held around his cheek ruffs and she nuzzled him back.

**

Lani felt warmth pressed to her bare back and turned over in bed, looking face to face at Corbyn, laying on his side next to her. "This must be absolute torture for you, huh?" she giggled softly, nose-rubbing. She could feel his erection, pressed up against her thigh, almost throbbing with intense desire. "Sleeping with a naked woman in bed...and unable to do anything?" She reached under the silk sheets, her fingers spreading over his lower stomach fur, and gently brushing his arousal, earning a soft "wuff" from him.

"Oh...you like that, do you? Of course you do...shhh..." She trapped his smooth length gently between her thumb and forefinger, starting to slowly stroke him. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." she whispered, panting a little as she continued her gentle attention. "Corbyn..." she moaned and soon after felt the warm spray of spunk spatter against her leg as he orgasmed against her, shaking all over.

She rolled over onto her back, allowing the husky atop of her, and held still while the canine bathed her bare breasts in his saliva, hooking his teeth around one of her pert nipples and pulling, rolling his tongue across the teat. When she was close, he nuzzled her breasts and scooted down on his belly, dipping his head between her legs and lapping hungrily at gathering juices between her dark folds until she bit back a scream and climaxed.

Afterwards, they snuggled, her arms wrapped around him, until they fell asleep.

**

Several days passed. Lani played detective as much as she could between fashion shoots with Corbyn on a leash and collar by her side. Through her car's GPS, they were able to locate and visit Carla's in downtown from time to time, posing as a blind woman and helper dog, to look for Samantha. While Corbyn often spotted his friends, looking a bit more morose than usual, there was no sign of the older woman.

"She has to come back sometime, Corbyn, you'll see..." Lani smiled as she drove, and pet the husky in the passenger seat as he looked out the window dejectedly. "Maybe we're just not looking at the right time. Do you know when she came inside the bar that night?"

"Wuff," he answered sadly.

"Well then, we'll just have to keep looking for her, baby...she can't hide forever." Corbyn turned and looked at her before coming over and laying his head in her lap, sighing. Lani reached down and stroked his ears slowly as she held the wheel. "Don't worry, okay? If it matters at all, I'll take wonderful care of you in the meantime. I've truly never had a pet like you before...and I love you..."

Corbyn raised his head up, looking a bit happier, and Lani giggled as he licked her thigh through her jeans. "Alright, alright, and I think you love me too..."

**

Later that night, as they slept together, Corbyn felt something within the pit of his stomach. It started as a queasy feeling, making him a little nauseous and disoriented, and he lifted his head briefly from Lani's chest, looking around him. His vision was dimming, becoming a jumbled tangle of images, and then he collapsed again on the girl's stomach, unconscious.

**

Corbyn awoke pressed up against Lani's back under the covers, feeling out of sorts, drenched in sweat. He rubbed his muzzle against her bare shoulder-blades a few times, then tried to move. Something felt wrong. He felt bigger somehow, as if his legs had-

He felt down under the sheets and choked back a cry.

He had full-grown legs. But they were different somehow. He lifted his leg up so that he could feel more. There were thighs and lower legs, but his feet were still large paws, elongated however, more digitgraded, sporting sharp claws on thick toes. The lower legs, which tapered from the padded heels, thickened as they worked up to his thighs, where a prominent joint allowed him to bend the leg at an almost-impossible angle.

He brought his paw up from under the sheets and looked at it in astonishment. He had fingers again. Thick furry digits protruded from a large palm, topped with another set of retractable claws. He sat up in bed worriedly as Lani stirred beside him in her sleep. His body was still covered by thick silver and white fur from head to foot - at least it seemed so. He reached atop his head and felt matted but thick hair there, his own.

"Whoa..." he whispered, not aware he was speaking clearly, and raked his large hand down his chest. He was much buffer. Muscles radiated from a broad chest and stomach in waves, tapering to a full sheath between his legs. As he reached down and touched the new flesh, it quivered, and the start of a healthy, pink sex started to emerge.

Lani sighed beside him, still fast asleep, and rolled over, laying a leg over his. Almost immediately, her warmth aroused him. He watched his sex push up from the furry sheath, becoming stronger and harder, nearly ten inches in length. "Om..ommmy...God..." he whispered again, and reached down to stroke himself. He was so big! As he played with his new endowment, a different stirring started in his stomach, causing him to shake a few times. "What's...h-happening..." He started breathing harder, his body temperature heating up, and his heart began to pound almost out of his chest.

He felt Lani's leg caressing his slowly now, and suddenly he was filled with a powerful lust he'd never known before. He turned towards her, pressing up against her back, and suddenly bared his fangs and gripped Lani's slender throat within them. As she whimpered softly and started to awaken, his member was already coming up, plunging hotly into her lover's folds.

"Hhuhhhh!" Lani let out a loud gasp, her eyes flying open like window shades as she felt the hot shaft of flesh push into her. "C-Cor...Corbyn...uhhhn!" she cried out in pain as her walls stretched and pulled, trying to seize his full, thick member between them and push it back out. "What...no...no..." she panted hard, balling her fists into the sheets as the large beast behind her started to rut her deeply, filling her over and over again with strong, canine flesh. "Ohhh..." Pain tore through her body as Corbyn's huge and thick shaft continued to penetrate her, and she bit at her lips hard enough to draw blood. She felt the canine's teeth suddenly sink a bit harder into her neck and let out a scream, trying to kick away from him.

Corbyn growled, uncontrollable lust enveloping his body like intense heat, and he thrust suddenly hard into her, sliding his thick shaft in and out, and causing her to stop struggling again. He felt something moving inside her, a new growth sprouting from around his shaft. Within seconds, a huge knot started to form inside of Lani's wet folds, causing her to cry out again, holding still and sobbing as her walls strained and tightened around the new growth. The knot held fast inside her cunny, where her tight walls massaged and squeezed it, and trapped it inside of her, letting out several hard grunts as he could feel his orgasm racing. Lani's sex bathed his in a combination of perspiration and juices as she came uncontrollably around his length, unable to stop squeezing and tightening around it.

"Oh, yeah...yeah...Laniii..." He growled around her throat and humped wildly against the girl, slamming his groin against her butt, feeling his hard shaft clenched and massaged in silky heat. His large paws grabbed around her breasts, squeezing them tightly, and he exploded into her, letting off jerk after jerk of his seed, filling her cunny with so much cum. Lani gasped hard, still in tears, shaking all over as her muscles unwillingly tightened around his cumming shaft, milking it and feeling it drain deep into her.

Corbyn pulled out of her as his powerful orgasm subsided and the girl tucked herself into a fetal position, shivering and snuffling quietly. "L-lani...It's me...It's Corbyn...I'm sorry, something just came over me..."

Hearing his voice, the girl turned carefully around in bed, looking startled at his face. The crystal blue eyes were still there, but the muzzle was different, not as narrow and pronounced, and sported a chin, and an almost-human mouth, with razor-sharp fangs poking through it.

"Corbyn...?" she whimpered, reaching out carefully to stroke his nose. "What...what happened to you?"

"I don't know, Lani...I..." The realization of what he'd just done to her, the way he'd forced himself on her, suddenly washed over him and he quickly slipped his arms around her. "Oh God, are you alright?! I could have killed you..." He grimaced, looking at the red slashes welling blood along her breasts.

"I'm fine...a little sore, but okay." She reached down between them, her hand warm and welcome across his chest, gliding along bulging pectorals before trailing down his stomach, tracing a firm six-pack of muscles there. "My God...you got so...buff...is this part of the curse...?"

"Beats me...I...oh!" Lani's wandering fingers had found his sex, still wet from their intimate union, and were tracing the thickness slowly. "L-Lani...wait...I..."

"Shhh..." the girl leaned forward to kiss him deeply, with passion and want. "You were so...big...inside me..." she sighed between exploring tongue-kisses, "so big...couldn't take it all...at first..." Her hand started to move faster, guided by her own lust now, just able to get her fingers around his tube of hot flesh and stroke him. "Mm...t-take me again...I'm still...so wet..."

Even as he was kissing her he was rolling over on top of her, pinning her underneath his broad body and shoving his length eagerly into her again, ignoring her yelp of pain as he plunged through her heat, nearly a foot of canine-sex filling her. She trembled under him, moaning, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and riding her lover, holding still as he bucked and thrust against her.

In no time at all, she felt again the stretch of her muscles outwards as his thick knot swelled deep inside of her, and as his muzzle pressed against her breasts to bite at her nipple, she came hard, screaming several times as she bucked her legs in orgasm around him, badly out of breath. Corbyn felt Lani's explosion of spurting juices surrounding his sex and suddenly pushed down on her body, pumping stream after stream of fresh canine-cum into her as well.

For some moments they panted against one another, trembling hard and covered in sweat and scent, then he carefully rolled over from her, nestling up to her side to snuggle.

"Damn it...Lani...that was...so intense...I didn't realize how..."

"Big...?" she answered with a breathless giggle.

"Well...that and...I couldn't pull out of you...I..." he flushed, looking sheepishly at her. "I...I wanted to...I always pull out...I couldn't...it was like I was held by you..." They rubbed noses tenderly and the girl caressed his fur slowly, running tufts between her fingers. "I'm so...sorry...Lani..."

The girl bit her bottom lip, holding her gaze to Corbyn's. "You listen to me...you were a dog before...m-maybe there's something going on. Now is your chance to tell me the full story, you know..."

Corbyn brightened and then nodded, explaining everything. When he had finished, Lani was blushing hard, almost glowing around her tanned cheeks. "What?" he asked, pressing close to her.

"Her last words to you, silly..." she swallowed hard and slid her arms around his neck loosely to kiss again. "You needed to find love...I'll bet the changes are just gradual...maybe even soon, you'll be your human self entirely..."

"But...it took several weeks for me to get to this stage...how long would it take? Another several weeks?"

"I don't know..." she whispered and then carefully rolled over atop of him, spreading her soaked thighs around his growing sheath to hug. "So...we'd better make the most of it...while we can..."

Corbyn closed his eyes and moaned again as he felt Lani's mouth around his shaft, eagerly taking him as deep as she could.

**

"Hey there, buy you a drink?"

Samantha looked up from her empty glass to acknowledge Jason Norton's leer and smiled brightly. "How about a white wine spritzer?"

"Interesting choice," he chuckled, taking a seat next to the blonde woman. "Name's Jason..."

"Samantha, but I love Sam..."

"Couldn't help but notice your purse was on the floor, Sam. Might want to keep it a bit closer to you, you know, in case someone crazy enough decides to swipe it?"

The older woman grinned and reached down, picking up her purse, and a large jewel-encrusted collar fell out.

"Wow...that's gotta be some dog you control," Jason laughed, watching her pick up the collar and slide it back inside its home.

"Well, I don't control him. Yet..." she winked, her violet eyes starting to shine balefully. "How about that drink...?"

END