Shooting Fur
"GO TO HER!!! GO TO YOUR NEW WOMAN!!!" cried the now shrill voice of Gillian through the once pleasant house. "For the last time," begun John, "I DO NOT HAVE ANOTHER WOMAN!!!" And with that John slammed the door bringing a premature silence to the scene and leaving Gillian to her sorrow. It had not always been like this; Gillian and John used to be so close. It was ten years earlier when the two meet in a club. John was so nervous he nearly spilt the drinks all over Gillian's new dress and it wasn't much later that the pair crowned their relationship with the honour of holy matrimony. Even through the tough times and strain of marriage which would normally have had other couples beat the two stayed strong and worked hard. It seemed that nothing could have but the love between the pair. It had only happened in the last few months; John had refused to touch Gillian at all. At first she was appreciative of the space yet the gesture soon developed into a problem (the only true problem that the marriage had suffered). Soon John created a habit of returning home late in a quiet and guilt-ridden mode but that was not what was upsetting Gillian. When John did finally decided to return home he would stink of perfume and the scent of another woman. Gillian suspected an affair.
Another full day rolled past for Gillian as she sluggishly made her way home from the 9.00 to 5.00 of tedium. Gillian would always finish before John and yet he was never at home when she was. It seemed he would disappear in the morning and appear again only in the early hours of the morning. The contact between the pair was breaking down and, even though Gillian dreaded to admit it, the relationship was on it's last legs. Although reluctant to defy her marital vows she knew that she was being betrayed by John and that she hated being used. Gillian paused outside her office block as a thought ran through her head. "It's Evan's birthday soon..." she pondered. Evan was her nephew who was reaching his sixth birthday. She meant the world to her; he was like the son she had never had and it was Evan that made her urge John for a child. She was planning to conceive yet John had become so distant that the relationship was not fit for a parental bond. Before the two could even hope of raising a child they had to sort their issues out first. Gillian diverted into town and made her way down the packed high street. Her funds weren't enormous so she scoured for a shop she could find a deal at. "Odue's Oddities," she read aloud from a small wooden sign above a shop front. The interior teemed of mystery and exotic places. Neat, fabric lanterns flickered the warm scene into a lethargic life with the dark violet walls and masses of long, crimson rugs make things all the more strange. Gillian's eyes flicked from one shelf to another in search of the perfect gift. "Need any assistance, ma'am?" called a shrill, voice from behind her. She turned to find a short-stature Asian man standing behind her in a dusty robe and thick glasses. His eyes seemed to strain as if in an attempt to find her through his thick lenses. "Er yes," replied Gillian, a little off-guard, "I'm looking for a present for my nephew. He's going to six this weekend..." The ancient man rubbed his chin in perplexity as he shuffled behind the counter and fished around for something. "Ah ha!!" he cried in triumph as he placed a box on the counter. Blowing off the thick layer of dusty he presented a small toy ray gun. "A new toy from Japan. Your nephew will love it." He handed the toy to her as she removed her purse, "Thank you. How much is it?" she enquired. The man took an even deeper look at Gillian as if he was looking deep into her soul and reading her very being. His smile faded as he shuffled off to the back. "It's free. You will need it I'm sure."
John had his feet up, reading the paper when Gillian entered. She carried a heavy expression on her face to match the heavy laundry basket in her hands. Slamming to the floor, she pulled a shirt up in front of John's with an deep anger on her face. The shirt was covered in ruby red lipstick marks over the collar. "What the hell is this?" began Gillian, sternly. "It's my shirt," replied John with an ignorant tone in his voice. "Covered in lipstick." "Maybe it's your lipstick." "AND WHEN DO I EVER WEAR RED LIPSTICK!!!" she cried in desperation. "You know what? I don't need this..." Flinging the paper across the room, John strolled out leaving the door to crash behind him. Gillian held her head in her hands, exasperated with John's constant lies. He soon returned to the room with Larry (the pair's Great Dane) on a leash. "I'm taking Larry out for a walk until you calm down," he grunted. Gillian found the toy she had bought that day mysteriously on top of the laundry. Replacing it with the real thing, Gillian aimed the toy at John and pulled the trigger, eager to see how it would actually feel. A flash of light flooded the house sending Gillian backed into the wall as the blast struck John in the back. His nose grew out from his face as his eyes became focused. His tongue and muscles bulged with his ears growing upward and into points. Hair and fur burst from his skin, ripping his clothes into pieces. His penis became enveloped in a sheath as subtle claws pricked onto his digits. As Gillian rubbed her knocked head and recovered her sight from the flash she found Larry next to a anthropomorphic John. He still had John's features but in a Great Dane form. As soon as the morph spotted Gillian he rushed over to her and sat in front of her devotedly. Although shocked, Gillian began to speak, "J...John?" "Hello Gillian!" he said excitedly. Even though she was awe-stricken, Gillian was curious about the new creature. She wondered to what extent John's brain had been affected. "John, are you a good dog?" she enquired. "Oh yes!" he nodded excitedly. "And would you lie to me?" "Oh no!" Gillian took a deep breath before confirming her fears, "Have you been having an affair?" "Yes!" Although slightly angered by John's contentment, she continued, "Who was it?" "A shrink who works in downtown. Miss Laura Nickels." Finally Gillian knew the truth and, better yet, she knew the bitch responsible. As Gillian was about to try a figure out how to restore John she noticed something. Even though it was sheathed, Gillian could tell John had a lot more to offer in the way of manhood. "Why not?!!?" she thought happily as she rushed off to the kitchen. Reappearing seconds later completely naked and with dog biscuits in her hand, Gillian sat on the sofa and spread her legs. "John!" she called, "If you do what I say you'll get some treats." Anxious for some snacks, John rushed over to his bared bride and took his position loyally in front of her. "Why don't you have a taste?" giggled Gillian, spreading her anxious lips in presentation. Wasting no time, John began obediently licking at Gillian's tender entrance with his new canine tongue. Although no technique was involved, the rough buds on John's powerful tongue was enough to send Gillian into wave after wave of absolute pleasure. The wide tongue pushed through and parted Gillian's lips, digging deeper and spooning up the bitter juices. Placing her hand on his head and stroking him to spur him, John pulled out and ran his tongue rapidly across her entrance, tipping her clit with every stroke. It was not long before Gillian covered her mouth and masked her screams of pleasure. John emerged from Gillian's thighs with a content smile on his face. "That was delicious!" he barked, licking the rest of the juices from his maw.
The next day and the house was quiet. No moaning, no screaming; for the first time in weeks the house was serene. The front door slowly creaked open and a smartly dressed, jovial John skipped out the door (back to his human form). Before he could get in the car, Gillian was at the front door with her arms crossed and a snide expression on your face. "Oi John!" she cried after him. Closing the car door and returning to her side he gave her a loyal kiss on the lips as she stroked his hair lovingly. "Thanks love. Have a great day at work!" "I'll be back tonight straight after work to see you!" remarked John with a smile, cutely waving goodbye for the day. Waiting for John to drive off into the distance, Gillian slapped on a maniacal smile and disappeared into the house, preparing to spring her trap.
As the day rolled drearily into the afternoon, a nonchalant women stood in front of John's house. She wore a tight black business women's jacket and blouse. Her hair was extensive and amorous in a light blonde yet her sharp (but stunning) face and heavy lipstick gave her a hint of nymphomaniac. Her mannerism was of stern and strong words; that of a dominant, controlling woman that always got what she wanted. Knocking heavily on the front door, she called, "John? You invited me round." She found the door to be slightly ajar and made her way inside only to be greeted by a slobbering Larry. She knelt down beside him and stroked his smooth fur. "Miss Laura Nickels I presume?" questioned Gillian, appearing with her arms crossed from the kitchen. Although slightly surprised, Laura kept her easy frame of mind as she replied. "Gillian? John spoke much of you." "Strange. He never mentioned you. I had to find that part out for myself." "I guess he needed someone better," she smirked, viciously. Subsiding her anger, Gillian began to spring her trap into action. With a cocky smile, she reached for the toy gun and looked contently along it's shined surface. "Have you ever been to Japan, Laura?" "I haven't, no..." replied a slightly perplexed Laura. "Never have I. I've heard it's so beautiful. Very resourceful, the Japanese. They build such technological wonders! It's amazing what they can do." Preparing for the flash and recoil, Gillian took aim and pulled the trigger, bathing Laura and Larry into a flash of blue light. Her muscles bulged, fur grew and muzzle formed to create an anthro Laura. The new Laura sat dazed on the carpet as Larry licked her cheek curiously. Laura's anthro form was almost the same as John's. She was a mix of dog with human features yet she had furred breasts. Gillian approached her and bend down in front of her, "Now when I change you back you will never talk to or remember John again. Do you understand?" She gave an empty sort of nod as Gillian rubbed her head patronisingly. Something underneath her caught her eye, however. It seemed this anthro shared something similar to John. She had a sheath like John did... It seemed that Larry's male DNA had merged with Laura's to create a hermaphrodite. Again Gillian felt the same twinge down her spine, the same wave of excitement she had felt with John. The grip of things to come, resounding pleasure of experiencing a sensation that no-one had felt before. Something that was so wrong and felt so right. An impish washed across her face as she coaxed the new Laura into the bedroom. Placing the gun on the end table, Gillian striped and crawled onto the bed. The new Laura only stared on in mystery at the bare Gillian eyeing her so intently. With a wave of her finger, Gillian wooed Laura over. Laura's ears perked up as the pungent sent of pussy juices filled the room. Gillian keenly rubbed at the swollen sack and sheath, tempting the pink tip from it's cavity. It didn't take long for the shaft to reach it's full length of considerable size and ending in a colossal knot at the bottom. Using her fingers to spread her eager pussy and the other to rub Laura's tits, Gillian called for Laura, "Fuck me like a good bitch!" Gillian helped the new Laura to guide her length to her heated lips. As the tip stroked her entrance, Gillian could feel the throbbing of the virgin length. Slowly the canine shaft forced Gillian open wide making her cry with the instant lack of room. Laura's new tongue burst from her mouth in pleasure as her length reached the knot. She began to hump Gillian powerfully with each thrust spurting forth jets of warm doggy seed. Laura used her tongue to lap at Gillian's spiked nipples as Gillian rubbed her distended clit furiously. Pushing with harder thrusts, Laura pushed deep into Gillian; with her knot filling Gillian's stretched pussy, Laura knew she wouldn't last much longer. Gillian pulled her legs up, narrowing her passage and pushing Laura to her climax. A final, grand flow of doggy cum began to saturate Gillian's insides. Gillian flopped her arms and legs limply onto the bed in pleasure. Suddenly the door opened slowly to reveal a bewildered John on the other side. Diving for the gun, Gillian took a final shot at John, returning him to his canine form. "Aren't I lucky?" giggled Gillian.
Gillian laid outside the house in the back garden, lazily spending her time by the pool. John had taken off for work and Laura had not been seen by the pair for ages. Removing her sunglasses, Gillian found a young stud on her poolside. "May I help you?" she asked. The young man turned to her with a smile, "I'm your new pool cleaner ma'am. Your husband hired me." With a long net, the boy pulled a dead skunk from the pool and held it up surprised. Looking to her left, Gillian found the gun waiting for her. "Looks like I'm in luck!!!" (((This is my second commission for Mr Mergers. I hope you guys like it! John, Gillian, Laura and Larry are under copyright of Mr Mergers.)))