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Cher spends time tending to her needs in a stranger's house and can't help learning a bit about that person's personal life including their major kink.

Shifting Consequences--Chapter 29: Kinky Trespassing By Zmeydros (Lucien Quinn) zmeydros.tumblr.com zmeydros (Twitter) Malfedrosti (Mal Twitter)

As she climbs the front steps of this tan house with white window frames, Cher's mind drifts to the sensations she felt when she was covered in fur. Her nipples are hard by the time she has stepped in and closed the door. As she strips off her clothes in the doorway, she looks across the pristine red carpet that covers the floors of this split-level home. The white chairs that adorn the living room are accented by beautiful Amish walnut furniture. The straight lines and subdued elegance of the Amish furniture give this average home an air of affluence.

What a nice place. Now, she needs to find a bedroom. The blinds are only half-open, so strutting around in the nude is relatively safe. She normally wouldn't but she wants to feel the air rush over her skin. Now that sex is back in her life, she wants to be more sensual.

The way her breasts bounce as she looks around the house causes her to feel giddy. Knowing she can experience sex without pain and how much pleasure her body is capable of, she feels sexy. If only there were someone to watch her strut like this.

She runs a hand down her belly to her clit and moans when she brushes her quickly moistening lips. Just as she stops to rub herself harder, she sees the master bedroom. The bed is not that big and it isn't made. It is the one messy thing in this house. The brown sheets and white comforter look beautiful.

She sits on the edge of the bed sniffing the air. She can vaguely smell a violet-laced perfume. When she transforms, she will know more about the living situation. She'll have that wonderful canine nose. Lying back, she lightly bumps her head against the headboard. She scoots down a bit and lets her legs slide under the covers which are only on the bottom third of the bed.

As she looks up at the ceiling, she starts fondling her breasts and pinching her hard nipples. Her right hand slides lower and lower. A long moan comes from her as her hand travels toward her sex. She's so close now, so close to masturbating in some random stranger's bed. Her pussy twitches at the thought. Who wouldn't be happy to lend her their bed? She's fucking gorgeous!

When she rubs the palm of her hand over her puffy pussy lips, she gasps and rolls her hips. She grinds against her hand for a while until she realizes she's masturbating the way she used to. She can now easily start inserting digits! Her middle finger goes in first. She tries to shove it in, but her arm stiffens as her whole body shivers from the still unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated.

Her skin starts feeling prickly all over as black and brown doberman fur pushes out. Pressure just behind her nose is followed by her jaws cracking and getting longer. Her scalp feels hot as her hair goes back into her head and is replaced by fur.

Focusing, she manages to get her middle finger in all the way. She keeps wanting to writhe and tense up randomly. Controlling her hand is a bit difficult. She's so turned on all of a sudden. Everything feels amazing. Her ears moving to the top of her head, her short tail pushing out beneath her, the bottoms of her feet as paw pads form, and her nails forming into blunt claws.

She wants more! As she plunges another finger into her snatch, she yowles in pleasure. Hearing herself make such an animalistic sound makes her grow even wetter. She's literally an animal in bed! She can let herself go and make as much noise as she wants. She barks in excitement and then giggles at herself. Her ears are stretching out as they make their way up her head and her fur is coming in nicely. It's all shiny and healthy. A squeezing and popping sensation comes from her lower legs as they take on a more digitigrade shape.

The paw pads forming on her hands feel even better than her human flesh did as she fingers herself and rubs at her breasts. Mmm! Having more pronounced bumps of flesh gives her more sensation. She's so sexy, so powerful! Her breasts get a bit bigger as her muscles get more defined.

She starts to look like she's been spending far more time at the gym. Oooh! She is more powerful than before. Her breasts stop growing when they are more than a handful. She's in control... She makes them bigger and bigger until her B-cup breasts are now double D's. She blushes at how they flop around as she grinds and thrusts against her fingers.

When she shoves another finger in, she feels her pussy get a bit more defined. Her lips get bigger as she thinks about how nice it would be to have a well-defined camel toe in her panties. The weight of her breasts gets a bit distracting and she looks down to see that they've grown even bigger!

What are they now? E? F? She can hardly breathe with them flailing around so much. Maybe when she's more used to them, she can try having them that big. She concentrates on making them a smaller and more manageable size, but leaves the nipples at their nice grabbable size.

Her fur is fully in, her body is now that of a busty and built anthro doberman. Where did the idea for muscles and breasts come from? She never thought about it before... An image of Mallory flashes in her head and she groans. No! Bad mind! She thinks trying to grab onto something else.

Who cares, she feels good. She gets a fourth finger inside as she remembers the satisfying girth of the base of Bella's cock. That drives her over the edge. She grabs at her fingers with the strong walls of her pussy and reaches down with her other hand to rub her clit. The nub of her clit feels amazing against her paw pads. She rubs it in little circles as she yowels, moans, barks, and whines in pleasure.

Her breasts are bouncing all over the place and her whole body is getting really hot. She starts panting as she starts fucking herself hard with her hand. Her mind goes blank, she can't hold onto any thoughts, just amazing pleasure from her doberman-hybrid body. As crotch and ears burn at the edge of orgasm she gets the urge to have something bigger fill her, to lock into her as she orgasms.

She makes a fist with her hand and shoves it in as she arches her back and screams at the top of her lungs. Her pussy grabs her fist savagely as her whole body clenches and a dizzying wave of pleasure surges to every corner of her body. Having her fist buried inside as she cums is so much different than her time with Bella.

As her orgasm comes down, she starts moving her fist, rubbing her clit and bucking her hips again. She feels another orgasm building. She works hard panting and whimpering. Eventually a burst of pleasure and wetness inside her causes her to howl.

When her body calms, she goes again not wanting her self loving to end. She feels like she has to make up for all the orgasms she hasn't had. She's missed out on so much. She moves her hand off her clit and wiggles her fist as she brings a nipple up to her muzzle.

She suckles and licks her own nipple moaning around it. The heat starts to build fast and she runs her hand over her chest as she feels four more nipples form. Mounds of flesh quickly form under them. She rubs at them and writhes at the wondrous feeling of having more sensitive spots. They stop when the ones under her upper breasts are a couple sizes smaller and the ones under them are smaller yet.

Caressing each of her new breasts, she yips in delight. All six nipples are hard and she is finding every way she can to run her arm, her paw pads and her fingertips over them. Her ears tingle, her tail burns and her nipples buzz with erotic sensation. Then an orgasm hits that causes her to howl so loud she can feel the covers under her vibrate.

The whole world comes to a stop and her hips jive to a dance all their own. Her pussy undulates around her fist and her other hand roams over her bountiful bosoms trying to stimulate every one of her six nipples. The orgasm fades over time and eventually the only sound she's making is from her laborious breaths.

She leaves her fist inside and relaxes into the soft bed which supported her heated masturbation. She feels warm all over. No worry can cut through her current cocoon of satisfaction. If she has one regret, it's that she didn't share this moment with someone else. This gift is too good not to share. If she's careful and diligent, she should be able to find a willing partner soon.

Five minutes later, she removes her fist from her cooch and flexes her hand a few times. Her pussy has some really healthy muscles. Her hand is a bit sore. She licks her feminine fluids off of her hand? paw? whatever. She's never produced this much from masturbating before... Oh no! She probably got some on the bed! She gets up and looks at the wet spot she made.

All those years and she never masturbated that hard. How was she supposed to know this would happen? She'd always assumed those stories of female ejaculation and extreme wetness were from the porn industry. She dashes into the bathroom that's attached to look for a washcloth. She takes the one hanging on the bar that holds up the shower curtain and runs over to the bed.

She stops for a moment to move her paw-padded feet across the carpet slowly. It tickles in a good way. She sniffs the air, catching more detail about the woman who lives alone in this house. She is middle-aged, maybe thirty-seven, and has not had a lover home for a fairly long time.

The mainly violet perfume she has contains a hint of raspberry. If overused, it could easily cause a headache, but the way it interplays with the scent of the woman who lives here is actually quite appealing. She takes another sniff before patting the spot she made on the bed. The wash cloth gets damp, but the bed is still pretty damp when she stops to see if she's making any progress.

The pad is probably wet underneath too. There's really only one thing to do at this point. She could try drying it with a blowdryer or something, but it would still leave a visible mark on the sheet. She pushes the comforter and top sheet off of the base of the bed, tosses the pillows on top of them and pulls off the the fitted sheet. The mat under the sheet is a bit wet too...

She pulls it off as well. She has no idea how the magic that transformed her works for sure, so it's better to be safe than sorry. She walks over to the closet and pulls it open. No hamper? She walks out into the hallway and as she's deciding which rooms to check, she sees a little door in the wall that pulls open from the top. A laundry chute. A feeling of concentrated nostalgia causes her to sigh happily.

The house she grew up in had one of those. She used to drop her stuffed animals down it and pretend they were going through a magic portal. Her parents weren't amused to find them in the laundry when she forgot them, though. She tosses the fitted sheet and the pad down separately, not wanting to clog it.

If she's lucky, there will be another fitted sheet of the same color in the linen closet. She looks around in the hallway. No linen closet. She looks in the master bathroom. No linen closet. She looks in the bathroom that is across from the two smaller bedrooms. No linen closet. She looks around the master bedroom. No linen closet. There has to be a place to put the towels, pillow cases, blankets and sheets. This house has all those things in it...

She walks from room to room on the bedroom level looking carefully at the walls and the way the rooms are laid out. When she gives the smaller bedroom that is closer to the stairs a thorough inspection, she feels like she's been dropped into a fantasy bookstore. Eight framed pictures of dragons grace the walls. One of them is of a male in a loin-cloth, somewhere between dragon and human form, standing next to a powerful-looking scantily clad female warrior. Another has a dragon breathing fire on a legion of undead.

All the dragons in the pictures are depicted heroically and whenever possible, they have a bit of sensuality. A big red dragon in one picture is getting a nice boob hug from a busty heroine. The woman is almost as buff as the woman from the other picture. Cher smirks when she sees that the dark red dragon's long serpentine tongue is caressing the underside of a breast. As she looks at that picture, she feels her crotch warm a bit. A fire is providing the only light and the woman is giving the dragon a sensuous look. The sky above is filled with stars that are being reflected in the lake behind them.

The suggestiveness of the picture cannot even put a dent in how beautiful it is. Cher looks closer. It's an original oil painting. She can see the individual brush strokes. She looks at the bookshelf that's on the wall opposite the door to the left of the window and starts pulling books out to look at the covers. The titles and pictures are no less suggestive than the art on the walls.

She reads the backs of a few books. Romance novels with dragons as a main part of the story, love interests that turn into dragons, or dragons that have "special" relationships with a female protagonist. And that female protagonist is usually a warrior of some sort. What a specific kink. Cher starts laughing until she starts to imagine a dragon's tongue running over her breasts down to her soft warm--

When a murr escapes her lips before she blushes and puts the book she was looking at back. If she spends too long in here, she might end up with a new fetish--the one the owner of this house has.

Since there's no bed in this dragon room or any sign that a teenager or young adult lives in this house, Cher can only come to one conclusion. All this has to belong to the middle-aged woman who lives here. That is, unless someone used to live here that liked dragons in this way and she is storing this person's stuff.

Cher doubts it. This room has signs of recent traffic. There is a chair, a box of tissues, and a little waste can with some used tissues in it. Cher can smell the same perfume in here that is in the bedroom. She shakes her head, there is no reason to dwell on this. She is supposed to find a new fitted sheet so she can--her feet start to ache as the fur on them gets shorter. She needs to get in front of a mirror.

She looks for a full-length mirror in the master bathroom and bedroom. When she opens the door to the walk-in closet, she finds one on the back of it. She looks over her six-breasted anthro canine body in awe. A blend of human and her favorite animal looks stunning! She rubs her hands over her breasts seeing how each of their descending sizes bounces differently. Her ears fold down a bit as pleasure warms her cheeks. When she feels herself start getting wet again and her tail start wagging, she stops.

Concentration is key. She imagines her human form as best she can. She honestly didn't examine herself in the nude that much, but she has a strong idea about what is natural for her. She focuses on that. Her extra breasts are the first things that start disappearing. The fur on them goes back into her skin. Then her tail starts to shrink as a somewhat sickening feeling of bone grinding on bone occurs. She turns to the side to watch it go away.

It's not bobbed like a normal doberman tail. She's always thought that practice is a bit cruel. She'll miss it. Her ears start making their way down as she feels her muzzle pop and crack. She feels her gums get pinched a couple times as her snout shortens a bit faster than she loses extra teeth. She feels her wet canine nose and mentally says goodbye to it as it becomes more pointy and less wet.

Her face is soon flat and human. The fur on it is nearly gone. It's her face this time. She looks a bit tired. Hopefully, she won't be kept at the office too long so she can get some much needed rest. Her paw pads on her hands and feet meld together and get less puffy, forming the palms of human hands. The fur on her arms, hands and back is nearly gone. The pointyness of her ears is nearly gone. She concentrates on removing the fur from her crotch, but leaves her pussy just the way it is; puffy, full, strong, high-capacity, and beautiful.

She grits her teeth as the claws on her feet and hands form back into proper nails. The way it burns at the tips of her toes and fingers is making her want to rub them incessantly. She sits on the floor and gets distracted by how heavy her breasts look. There's no way these pornstar proportioned pontoons will fit in her bra. They get smaller and smaller until they are just like her original breasts with slightly bigger nipples and areolae. Her gaze moves down to her sex, which she parts with her fingers to admire more fully.

A shiver runs up her legs as she holds herself open. A blush reddens her cheeks. She used to hate this part of her anatomy, but now she absolutely adores it. She pushes two fingers inside, gasping in fevered joy as she watches them go in. She's practically hypnotized by the way her inner and outer lips stretch into a more circular shape. Her glorious clit stands at attention guarding her most intimate entrance. She rubs it with her other hand and moans sharply. Seeing herself in ecstasy is sexy and a bit strange. Since when could her face make expressions like that? She looks like she's experiencing some special form of pain. So odd, yet so sexy. Why hasn't she ever masturbated in front of a mirror?

There's no time for it now. She pulls her fingers out and licks them off. Her gaze turns to her somewhat furry digitigrade ankles and feet. Her lower legs make a similar sound to cracking a knuckle as they change back. She strokes her clit lightly to give herself a different sensation to focus on.

This time transforming isn't nearly as bad as the first. When her legs are normal again, she focuses on getting her hair a bit longer and into the short style she had sported for so long. It actually looks good on her. At least she got something right. What she looks like as a human seems less important somehow. There's no way it could be as exotic as her canine human hybrid form.

She gets off the floor only to groan at how the insides of her thighs are wet. She must have sent the washcloth down with the sheets. There has to be a linen closet somewhere. She looks at the wall of the bedroom and then goes back into the bathroom that's in the hallway. It looks like the doorway for this bathroom is further over than it needs to be and the room gets larger toward the back where the bathtub is. What a confusing place for a linen closet!

Cher walks into the bedroom and opens closes the bedroom door to find the linen closet behind it. She pulls to door open and pulls on a string to turn on an old flickery compact fluorescent light. Towels, washcloths, pillowcases, and bedding all organized and ready for her to use. Most of them are complementary shades of brown. She grabs a washcloth and a fitted sheet that matches the other sheet perfectly.

After turning off the light and closing the linen closet, she tosses the fitted sheet onto the bed and walks into the master bathroom. She wets the washcloth with warm water and cleans her crotch before tossing the washcloth down the chute and washing her hands. After she gets the fitted sheet on, she puts the pillows and blankets back the way she found them.

A drawer in the nightstand catches her eye. It's not quite closed and she sees vibrant colors inside. She pulls it open to find oddly shaped dildos. A little card with a glamorous shot of one of them is sitting at the bottom of the drawer. It says "The Dragon King" on it and describes how this knotted fantasy cock will make them feel the deep majesty that can only be bestowed by a dragon king.

Cher giggles until she starts wondering what it would feel like and puts it back in the drawer. In that instant, she understood why someone would buy it. Maybe she will make some odd purchases herself? She blushes as she gets up and walks toward the living room. That's something she should think about later.

She puts her clothes on mindlessly until she gets to her shoes. Blades of grass have been tracked across the tiled entryway all the way to the far corner where she set them down. She bangs her shoes together and then brushes them with her hand getting all the grass off of their soles. Then she makes sure her socks are clean before stepping into the kitchen. She finds the dustpan and broom in the space between the side of refrigerator and the wall. At least something is easy to find in this house.

Sweeping up her mess goes without incident and she dumps all the grass clippings into the kitchen trash can, which she finds, with little effort, under the center island. After she puts the broom and dustpan away, she walks over to the front door. When she opens the door, she turns the lock in the door knob and shuts it behind her. She may as well stop someone else from wandering in and finding this person's horde of suggestive dragon paraphernalia.

When she gets in her car, she takes a moment to think about how she got here. She gives up and puts the address for headquarters into her phone. She has enough to think about. With the aid of the informative female voice from her phone, she reaches the parking lot.

She gets out of her car, locks the doors, and heads toward the entrance. What a crazy day she's had. If only she had someone she could tell about it. She grabs onto the hope that she's been fostering ever since she met Bella. All in good time. Her self-imposed isolation will take time to heal.