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Transformation

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Her First Transformation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Anonymous

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Annie moaned, her lover’s lips tingling a sweet path across her neck. What was his name? She didn’t know, only that he’d promised to ‘rock her world’, or whatever that was supposed to mean. All she cared about was that he was everything she wanted in a man, or at least a man that she wanted for one night and one night only.

And it was time. It had been time for a long while, but she’d wanted that particular first time to be special above all else.

She kissed him deeply as he took her into his home. Never would she take a man into her home, choosing to visit their abodes rather than reveal her own. Her long, dark hair swung freely over her shoulders as he slipped her jacket from her, blue eyes dazzling and the smile stretching his lips up just as breathtaking. Yes, she’d chosen a fine male for her first time, even if her cherry had been truly popped a long time ago.

“Take me,” she breathed. “It’s time.”

He grinned and winked as she pushed his long, blonde hair back from his forehead and kissed him again, twisting her fingers into his locks to drag him in.

Derek. His name swam into her head, one that she would remember even if she’d thought it, initially, unimportant. Her lips crashed into his, tongues tangling together as they staggered lustfully to the sofa, not even making it as far as the bed as their need got the better of them. Annie moaned into his mouth as he unbuttoned her blouse, each loose button revealing a little more of her breasts, adorned with a periwinkle bra complete with delicate, white stitching. It was the only delicate thing about her, though looks, ultimately, could be deceiving.

Clothes littered the floor, flung from their bodies as if they simply could no longer bear the touch of cloth on their skin. The lingering aroma of alcohol graced Derek’s breath, but there was none on Annie’s the young woman with glittering eyes wanting every last jot of her wits about her for the delight that was to come.

He knew of her, what she planned, only she didn’t quite know how much of it he believed. Slipping back off the sofa, Annie grinned widely, heart hammering in her chest as her skin tingled. Could he see? Was it happening already? No matter. Her pussy was already wet for him, her excitement for what was to come only partially involving him. But Derek would get his pleasure too – she’d make sure of it.

Barking as she presumed a dog would – she’d made the sound enough times to give a fairly accurate representation herself – Annie groped and squeezed her own breasts, eyes alight with fervour as her nipples perked into hard, needy buds.

“Fuck your puppy!”

His eyes widened just a fraction.

“Oh, I knew you were a kinky one...”

She would realise in hindsight just how lucky she was to have him go along with her little fetish, wiggling her buttocks on all fours as she bounced and yipped plaintively for attention. There was no collar for her neck that night nor a leash to dangle between her breasts, but that would not matter as the night was young and her first change only just stirring in the depths of her being.

Derek slid his hand around the back of her neck and claimed her lips forcibly as he drove her down to the carpet, her hips grinding up to his as if pulled there by a higher power. He groaned into her mouth cock hard and trapped between their bodies, if not for long. The slick trail of pre-cum left in its wake gleamed across her stomach as he moved over her, bending Annie’s legs back as she hugged them softly to her chest, fingers tucked into the space behind her knees.

There was no prelude, no oral to warm up bodies already lustful and craving divine pleasure. He sank into Annie’s soft pussy with a groan of desire, her depths sealing around him in a ripple of muscle that seemed as if she was trying to drag him deeper into her. He grabbed a foot as if by accident as he hilted inside her, but the kneading touch of his thumb and fingers across the arch of her foot, toes wriggling, was by no means lacking deliberate purpose.

“Oh, yes...” Annie moaned. “Deeper. Harder. I’m your puppy.”

And she was, in more ways that the man would soon come to know. For her transformation was already seared through her veins, the need to be something else, her true form, clawing at the back of her mind like a beast begging release from a cage. For the first time in her life, she unlocked that cage, allowing the will to change to flood her mind, ripping through her like wildfire, uncontained and unbridled in the raw act of devouring all in its path.

Her body would never be the same again.

The first change was the fur, darkening her skin as the milky tone took on another hue entirely. To Derek’s credit, at least in hindsight, he was at least swift to notice when the underside of the foot he was massaging even as he thrust into her began to grow fluffy, though it was perhaps longer than a man should have been proud to admit. Annie giggled. All men got so wrapped up in sex! Didn’t they realise that there were things that could make it all more erotic still?

“What’s happening?”

He knew of her wondrous curse and yet he still questioned the soft prickling of tan and dark hair across her naked body. Skin sprouted fur as she giggled, on her back as she batted her eyelashes up at him and took his cock deep into her cunny.

“Don’t you like it, my love?” She breathed. “I did so think you were inclined to those with a little more...fur.”

Derek groaned and leaned in to kiss her as her nose grew flatter and moister. And, in that moment, she knew that she had him. He didn’t have to understand what was happening, only enjoy her and enjoy her changing body as her bones shifting, legs more and more difficult to hold up against her chest. There wouldn’t be much of the human side of her left, bar her intelligence, once her transformation was complete and she welcomed the change with a howl of wild abandon.

She would become her true self.

The changes spread through her entire body, arms repositioning themselves into forelegs as her real legs, what had been her human legs, pulled down, growing shorter and more compact, muscle shifting to better power her new form forward on a different plane. Growling softly, Annie squirmed as her eyes shifted, taking on a darker hue of melted chocolate, ears migrating up to the top of her head where they pulled into sharp points, driven to attention.

All through it, something in her lover – that was why she’d known he was the right one for her first transformation – kept him thrusting, eyes half-closed as he was privy to a miracle before his very eyes. The young man panted as heavily as she soon wood, bare chest shuddering as muscle rippled, her pussy clenching down even more tightly on him as she slipped back beneath him.

“Don’t let go!”

Although there was no leash that she could thrust into his grasp, Annie whimpered and pressed her nose into his arm, palm flat on the carpet beside her head. He stroked her hair as if automatically, mouth hanging open as her body continued to change, feet growing pads and adjusting their shape into a more canine fashion. Whether he was struck dumb by her transformation, however, or merely caught up in the throes of passion was something she’d have to ask him at a less lustful time.

Her face was not to be spared either as her breasts disappeared, only to become small teats lining her belly instead, nose drawing out into a shapely snout that could only be canine. Tipped with a dark, wet nose, she sniffed as her whiskers sprung to life, her entire body coated in the fur pattern of a canine she recognised very well.

Annie’s heart surged and she barked for sheer joy. A German Shepherd! That was to be her form! Could her soul have chosen a better persona, one that more truly reflected who she was?

Of course not. Wriggling in glee on his cock, she growled and yelped happily as Derek leaned over her, grunting and groaning as he pounded her. He worked quickly, staring at her with his lower jaw slack even as she relished the change, how her snout settled into shape and her tongue lolled out contently from her lips. Teeth too had to realign themselves, pricking into place as they tugged up into more pointed canines, her lips dark and flecked with the faintest touch of pink as if the colouration was an afterthought from her creator.

“What...”

Derek didn’t have to talk though: he only had to enjoy her. Yelping, Annie squirmed and encouraged him on as her sex squeezed down around him during the change, tugging itself into a spade-shape, a traditional canine snatch that twitched and clutched at him, begging to be bred. Any other many may have halted his rampant thrusts but the one driving into her with such raw abandon had a little too much drink in his system to slow at all, though the shock in his eyes was slowly but surely shifting to lustful adoration, a gleam rising up in the darkening of his pupils.

Maybe he’d think it was a dream in the morning. Annie whined. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that he wanted her now.

There was still one part of her left to change, however, and she howled as her tail sprouted from the base of her spine, fluffing up with fur and wagging back and forth frantically against her lover of the night’s thighs. Derek groaned and she tried to rock up to meet this thrusts, the urgent need of orgasm pressing in on the back of her mind.

And she couldn’t hold back, not as her lover growled and drove into her with lustful force, slamming as deep into her as he could possibly go and spilling a heft load of seed. The freshly transformed German Shepherd growled and tried to arch her back, but found the position too difficult to maintain on her back, legs pulled up to her body as she whimpered and begged him to keep thrusting, keep fucking her as if it was the last thing he was ever going to get to do.

Orgasm claimed her with the sweetness her transformation and she howled loudly, surely disturbing the neighbours as Derek rested inside her, her canine sex squeezing around his shaft as if trying to, already, get him to cum again. The man, however, needed time to rest and recover and could only lean over her, panting heavily as he spent the last drops of his seed into her twitching sex. The canine beneath him thrashed, overcome in the throes of bliss, eyes half-lidded as Annie completely and utterly gave herself over to feral pleasure.

Panting in the afterglow, her lover ran his hand down her leg, blinking at the expanse of softer, creamier fur stretched across her belly. Yipping lightly, Annie sprang to her feet with an agility that surprised even her – just what could her new body do? She’d have to try it out properly! – and licked his cheek, tail wagging furiously.

“Better, my dear?” She murmured, nuzzling wetly into his cheek.

Derek’s chest heaved, eyes wide and bulging even after the delight of orgasm. Sheepishly, she splayed her ears and whuffed in as appealing a manner as she could manage, backside wriggling softly.

“Derek?”

The man shook his head and blew, cheeks puffing out with air. His cock slipped wetly from the spade of her sex and she whimpered, wanting it back already. Why did he have to pull out of her? Couldn’t he fuck his little puppy some more?

“I think you have some explaining to do!”

Annie grinned a doggie smile, tongue lolling cutely from her muzzle. Well, maybe she could find something to distract him from getting that explanation immediately.

She had her ways.