By: Socks Catt
© 2005 Socks Furrotica
"No." he muttered to himself. "Not it." David loved the
estate sales, and always looked forward to weekends when he could
really hit them up. He always looked for costumes, old coats and
uniforms. Not just ones he could resell on the internet, but ones
he could keep for himself. And even though this was another
"weird" estate sale, it was still filled with old junk. And that
was the problem: it was all junk. Whoever the guy was that had
all this stuff he collected some weird things. David had chalked
it up to a little wasted time, and nothing more.
He was about to head for the door when an old steamer trunk caught his
eye. He knew from experience that an old trunks were places that
vintage clothing could be hidden. He eyed it up uneasily, and
tried the lock. It wouldn't budge. He felt around the seam
with his fingers, and finally felt something give. It was a trick
box, the hinges were false and you had to apply pressure to the sides
of them to unlock the lid. Once he did, the box opened on the
David looked inside, and a smile slowly crept across his face.
Inside were piles of fur. He found stoles and jackets! He
knew it! Quickly he looked through the chest, to see if there was
damage to the furs. They appeared in perfect condition, like they
were never touched. He gently closed the trunk, and heard it make
a soft "click" when it did.
He looked around; nobody had seen him open the box. He waived
over one of the helpers, and asked about it. "We found this in
the master bedroom." The man said. "Nobody could get it open, so
it's being sold as is. Our starting bid is $50."
David smiled, and put his number on the bid sheet. Later that
afternoon, the box came up for auction. Since nobody else placed
a bid, David got it at the base price. He happily handed over the
cash, and brought his car around to have the steamer placed in his
trunk. The whole way home, he giggled to himself how much each
coat would go for online, he just made himself a perfect profit!
He used a hand truck to wheel the steamer into his house. He got
it into his living room, and placed it on the floor. He went to
the backside of the trunk, and squeezed the sides of the hinges with
his fingers. They clicked, and he opened the box. He was
first struck with the smell of old furs, something he was used
to. These smelled musky, almost as if they were just taken off
the animals. He shook the idea off, and pulled out the top fur to
look at it.
When he did, he frowned. "This isn't a coat." He said to the
room, unhappy with this new development. He inspected the
garment, and he was first struck with the sleeves having hands.
No, they were paws. The claw tips on the ends of the fingers gave
them the paw look. But they were too large to just be the skins
of an animal. When he pulled the fur completely out, he saw there
were attached legs with fully enclosed feet. Then the weight of a
hanging tail made him put the suit on the ground, so the tail wouldn't
tear away from the body. "Costumes." He said dejectedly. "I
bought a trunk of vintage costumes."
David laid all the furs on the ground to get a better look at what he
had. There were ten suits in all, different fur patterns on
each. The only one he could easily identify was a poodle; the
rest looked like piles of colored fur. He also marveled that half
of the suits had obvious male parts still attached. He shook his
head in disbelief, who would go through the trouble of preserving those
parts of an animal? He looked inside the suits, and they were
backed with light brown leather that looked remarkably good for their
age. They all opened up along the back, with a fastener system
that looked like it was made for the wearer to attach easily.
Each also had a hood sewn onto the body, with ears either perched on
them or hanging on the side depending on its animal type. The
faces were open, however, but there were no masks in the bin.
He sighed dejectedly. "I don't think this is in the TOS of the
online auction site." He said while looking at the male parts. "I
might be able to cut them apart for the fur or something." He
packed up the costumes, and placed them back in the trunk to deal with
when he had time.
A week later, David got home on a Friday night. He looked at the
trunk again, as he did every day of the week since he bought it.
He couldn't bring himself to start cutting the costumes apart, or
selling them yet. Curiosity kept on eating away at him.
Something just kept telling him that he had to know.
He carefully popped the trunk open, and pulled out the suit on
top. It had black fur on the belly and back, and down the
arms. They ended in brown markings on the hands and feet and
across the chest. Brown ears flopped on either side of the head
piece. And between the legs hung an empty sac and a furry
opening, obviously this was meant to be a man's costume. He took
in a deep breath. "I have to try it on." He said, trying to
convince himself. "I can't sell it if I don't know the size or
how it fits." He walked into the living room, and closed the
blinds so he could have privacy.
David took off his shoes, and tried to put his feet into the
costume. It became obvious that it wouldn't work. It was
binding against his clothing. After many trials, he was down to
his underpants and a t-shirt. He slid the legs over his own, and
felt the old leather slide on his flesh. When it met the
underwear, he felt something uncomfortable wedge up between his
legs. His underwear was going to bind up his backside.
David could tell that the suit would move in a way that would cause his
underwear to pull tight across his crotch and probably make him sing
soprano too. He quickly removed the suit, and walked away from it
leaving it in a heap on the floor.
A few minutes later, he came back with as much resolve as he could
muster up. He threw his shirt and underwear on the ground with
the rest of his clothing, and before he could talk himself out of it he
put his legs into the costume's legs. He felt for the first time
the padding on the bottoms of the feet, how comfortable it felt.
Why he hadn't noticed it before, he didn't know.
When he got to the hips, he quickly pulled it up before he could think
too much about it. The suit did wedge into his backside, but not
uncomfortably. He felt something pull gently on his sac and
somewhat soft shaft, pulling the suit that much tighter to his
body. Without much effort, he put his hands into the arms, and
they easily glided down the sleeves and into the paw gloves. Once
there, he brought the hood up over his head from the front.
He stood there, panting for air a little. He was somewhat amazed
at himself for actually putting the costume on. Then he felt a
little awkward, as the suit was wide open along his back and left the
chest sagging. "Ok, so how do I close this thing?" he asked
aloud. He stood upright, and flexed his back. As he did,
the costume opening got closer so he could hold it closed with his hand
behind his back. When it was tighter against his body, it felt
David looked at a mirror, and the sight he saw amazed him. There,
standing with a hand behind its back, was a mostly dog man with a human
face. He laughed at his own reflection, and then at his physical
reaction. His erection had managed to push through the furry
opening, and poked up. "Easy boy!" he said to himself with a
laugh. He walked towards the mirror, and struck a few poses for
When he put both of his hands under his chin in a "begging" pose it
suddenly struck him that the back of the suit wasn't open
anymore. He stopped, and turned around to look. Sure
enough, the seam was closed. He shook his head, looking for where
the seam should be. "Ok, so how did I do that?" he asked.
He looked for the seam with his hand again, and when it contacted his
tail he found himself letting out a soft groan. It felt good.
He stopped, and stood upright again looking at his front. His
erection was hard to ignore now, it was extremely rigid, turning purple
with its straining erection. He looked down at it, and he noticed
it had physically changed. It was no longer the circumcised tip
he knew, but tapered. Almost like it was one solid piece of rock
His stomach cramped, and it brought him to his knees in pain.
Closer to the ground, the pain stopped and he saw his somewhat soft
stomach tighten up. In seconds the costume pulled tight to his
body, highlighting a pack of muscular abs. David's jaw dropped as
he saw the trend move up his chest, developing into large and powerful
pecs. He dropped onto his hands, and felt a surge of power shoot
down his arms. He could hear the sound of tearing as bulk filled
the costume. He clenched his teeth, biting back the urge to cry
out in his discomfort. In moments, his biceps and forearms had
gained several inches of rock hard muscle. He clawed his hands
into the floor, ripping up carpeting in his attempt to make the pain
The surge flowed down his legs. He tried to prepare for it, but
when he felt his leg muscles grow the feeling was too much. He
balanced himself on the tips of his toes and tried to stand. He
watched his legs also gain mass and grow rock solid. He could see
the power in his new body surging, blood pumping harder as he panted in
approval of the new body he had.
David stared into the mirror as he felt pressure behind his nose.
He saw his nostrils flare open, and his face pushed outward. The
hood had fused to his body, pulling his forehead down to a flatter and
more canine appearance. He felt like he should be scared, but the
feeling of raw power intoxicated him. It felt good. Hell it
felt great. He watched his nose get darker, until it became
completely black and shiny. Under his chin his skin became
darker, until it was covered in the same brown fur on his paws.
His vision blurred, and he saw his eyes turn a solid brown with black
pupils before all color faded from his sight.
In moments, his muzzle fully formed on his face, blending seamlessly
with the hood. He soon felt his head buzz, and muscles suddenly
formed. He instinctively knew how to move his ears, how to work
his new muzzle, even how to wag his tail. But that was nothing
compared to the next feeling he had.
Between his legs, he saw his shaft and his ball sac throb. He
panted in expectation as he saw his sac grow in size, until his sac
looked like it held two melons. His shaft had also expanded, now
larger than both his hands, and dripping of pre. At the base of
the furry sheath he felt a mass of flesh swell up inside his shaft, and
it was almost the size of two tennis balls. He wagged his tail
even more as he felt the tip tingle, and then something in his sac
tingled sharply. He stood, looking at the mirror at his own
erection. Then, he felt a surge.
David howled as his shaft erupted, spraying his seed across the mirror
he was looking in. His sac pulled towards his body with each
pump. He closed his eyes and humped into the air with each pulse,
coating the mirror as he did. Finally, he felt the last surge,
and he collapsed to his paws and knees panting. His tongue rolled
out of his muzzle as he fully relaxed. In moments, the scents of
the room hit him at full force. There were more dogs in the
box. His marking of the mirror made this his territory, yes
definitely his. There was another scent, the human one, and he
knew it as his as well. But all he could do was lay there,
He woke up some time later. He figured it was a dream. He
looked at the mirror, and it was liberally coated in something, the
smell told him it was rottweiler seed. His seed. The
muscular dog he saw in the mirror was the proof that he had left it, as
a dog. David stood up, feeling the power of his new form.
He flexed his hands, his legs, and admired his extremely large package
between his legs.
David licked his muzzle, enjoying a deliciously bad thought. He
couldn't. Oh, yes he could. All dogs can, after all.
He lay down on his back, and gently brought one of his legs up.
Without any effort, it went beyond his normal pain point, and he easily
contorted his body. He suddenly found his muzzle on top of his
enormous sheath. He took a deep sniff, drinking in the aroma of
his masculinity. It throbbed in anticipation. Slowly, he
opened his muzzle and gently licked his sheath, getting more of his
shaft to come out. When it was long enough, he took his own
manhood into his muzzle, and began to suckle.
He closed his eyes, and instinct took over. He caressed his tip
with his own flexible tongue, slurping around himself like no other
woman could ever do. He found himself lying on his shoulders,
both legs thrown to either side of his head. He wagged his tail
furiously as he sucked himself. David let his instincts take
over, and he felt his canine mind truly wash over him. His balls
pulled into his body slightly, and he used his hand paws to pull his
muzzle into his shaft. His body rocked violently with the power
of his second orgasm. He began to swallow as he came into his own
muzzle. Each pulse of the shaft made him swallow harder, and
harder, but he couldn't keep up. It dribbled out of his muzzle
and over his face.
When he untangled himself from his self-service, he looked at his
shaft. He had gotten almost twelve inches of it down his throat
without gagging! He smiled to himself, and stroked it. He
allowed himself to moan a little, which sounded more dog-like than
human. His balls felt heavy, and they needed release. A lot
When he woke up in the morning, he found himself out of the costume,
naked on the carpet of his living room. The wall and carpet were
soaked in some liquid, and parts were dry already. David looked
around, and found the costume on the other end of the room, clean and
dry as if nothing happened to it. He figured he took it off in
his sleep. He also had an after taste in his mouth, and he knew
what it was from. After he cleaned himself up, he folded the
costume and put it back into the trunk.
He spent the day feeling surprisingly energetic. Even as he had
to rent a carpet cleaner to take care of the floor, and a lot of
cleaners to get the mirror and walls, he felt like he could go all day
like this. David didn't even bother with the estate sales he
wanted to go to. He had some other ideas for how his weekend
needed to be spent.
That night David opened the trunk again, and went a layer down.
The suit was brown along the back, and white down the front. He
laid it out, and looked at it. Again, it was very obviously
male. This one had white down the middle, and brown along the
back and along the top of the hood.
David brought out the suit, and then took his clothing off as he did
the night before. This time, he took the suit to his garage, and
unlocked the door leading to his backyard. If there would be a
mess, at least it would be somewhere he wouldn't have to repeat his
cleanup. He then put on the costume, as he did the night before,
and reached back to close the back seam.
As he did, he felt his body get larger. He got a little taller,
but he could feel his belly pushing out against the suit. He felt
an urge to get outside, and fast. He made it out the door,
barely. Somehow, his waist had ballooned out to almost comic
proportions. As he watched, his paws also got larger. He
stood in his backyard, panting hard with his tail swishing behind him
as his body finally set.
He looked over himself. He was almost comically obese now, like a
cartoon dog. He could see his white hands and feet, and turning
his head he could barely see the brown markings down his back and
tail. He felt his face, and almost laughed as his jowls dangled
off his muzzle.
Then he caught the scent, other dogs in the area. They weren't a
threat, but he was keenly aware of them. He watched his breath in
the night air, and realized he should be cold. Then he realized
his size probably kept him warm, or his breed. He laughed to
himself, and shook off the cold with ease.
"I need a keg for my neck." He tied to say, and then realized his voice
was too gruff to properly make words. He shook his head, St.
Bernards don't speak, he realized. He stood in the yard, taking
in the scents. Then one scent made his ears perk, and his sac
tingle. It was sharp, and it cut to the center of his
brain. Just a little whiff of it made his heart race, and he felt
his ball sac pull up towards his body. It was a female, in heat,
somewhere near by.
He had to have her. It wasn't a question of want, it was a
need. He stepped to leave his yard, and stopped. "I'm not
really a dog." He said to himself. "I'm not a dog." He
repeated the mantra in his mind dozens of times as the scent hit him
again. Now there was no questioning it, his body would not rest
until it had her.
David brought a paw to his shaft, and began to pump it furiously.
He felt the knot at the base again, and got down onto all fours.
He craned his neck back as he stroked, clenching his teeth together in
determination. He felt his whole body roll with each stroke of
his paw; it felt more erotic than any human touch before. He
closed his eyes hard as he shot his seed into his yard, not wanting to
howl. His whole body tensed with each spurt, and his tail curved
between his hind legs to almost shoot further into the female he
When he finally came to his senses, he realized what happened. He
wasn't thinking about a fantasy, he was thinking of mounting a real
female dog. And it felt good to him. The thought repulsed
the human, but also fascinated the canine. He lay on the backyard
grass, looking at the sky. He tried not to think of the bitch
down the street. The more he tried not to think about it, the
more he found himself wanting her. The scent was on the
wind. With every breath, he smelled her need.
She would be his. Something in his mind called out to him, it
didn't matter, and he had to go. He got up and cautiously left
the backyard, and followed the scent. He could smell other male
dogs, but they backed away from him. He was an Alpha, he commanded
them, and he would not be denied. Finally, David got to the
scent. A female retriever in heat. But she was inside a
fenced cage! She saw him, and presented herself. David
wanted to open the gate, get to her. But he couldn't open the
lock. She howled, begging him to do what she needed. David
couldn't operate the lock, and looked for a way to break it. He
cursed himself for not being a rottweiler; he could break the lock with
Then the house lights turned on. David could hear someone inside
rustling around, saying something he couldn't understand. But he
knew what it meant. He ran for his life, instinct telling him he
needed to go and fast. The female howled as he left her.
But he knew he'd go back. He made a straight line back to his
yard, and jumped the fence in spite of his raging erection. He
hid behind his house, panting and still afraid of the two-leggeds that
scared him from his bitch.
He curled into himself, and suckled on his shaft as he did the previous
night. It felt good, it felt right. If he couldn't have
her, he'd do what he could to please himself. His hot tongue
wrapped around his shaft expertly, like it knew what to do more than he
did. He didn't last long. With his muzzle full of St.
Bernard cock, he didn't howl as he pumped his own cum into it.
It wasn't enough. He could still smell her. He tried to get
back into the garage to get out of the scent, but he simply couldn't
fit through the door. David whimpered to himself, not knowing
what to do. He was too frustrated to just sleep outside. He
looked down to his shaft, which was standing erect. His knot was
throbbing with every heart beat. He closed his eyes, wrapping his
paw around it and taking in deep gulps of air to smell the bitch
again. He stroked off many more times into the yard, thinking
about the unseen female each time.
He woke up in the morning back inside his house. He didn't
remember how he got back in, as all the doors were closed. Was it
a dream? Was it not real? All he knew was that this suit,
just like the last one, was laid out in the living room, clean and
untouched. David put the suit away carefully. He had some
things he wanted to do, to try. He had shopping to do.
That night, he laid out all the things he felt he needed. He put
his car in the driveway to clear up space in the garage. In the
garage, he set up a video camera rigged to his VCR. He'd get 6
hours of recording time, if he was lucky. He also went to a pet
store, and bought some things for himself. Some chew toys, some
bones, dishes and food and most importantly a leather dog collar.
Somehow, it all just felt right to be buying these things, like it was
part of the collection that needed to be completed.
After the sun set, David opened the steamer trunk again. This
time, he picked out the poodle. He knew it was a poodle, but
until he removed it did he see it lacked male parts. "Probably
will drop in." he said to himself, taking it to the garage. He
carefully laid out all his supplies, and prepared his space. He
opened the dog food, and poured it into a dish. In the other, he
put in water. He put out his dog toys, and then set up the camera
and VCR in the corner to catch all the details. If it was real,
he'd see it later. If it was some kind of elaborate mind game,
this would show him.
He covered the windows with thick butchers' paper, and took his
clothing off. He threw them into the house, and closed the
door. Hitting "record" on the VCR, he walked in front of the
camera and held up the suit.
"This is a suit from the box I bought at the sale a few weeks ago." He
said, holding the suit up. "Obviously this is a poodle, somewhat
manicured to look like one." He turned the suit around.
"This one doesn't have the... umm... parts that the others do,
but I'm going to try it on anyway." He took in a deep breath, and
stepped back so he'd be more in frame. "Here goes nothing."
He stepped into the suit, and felt the same kind of sensations as with
the other suits. But this time, when it got to his crotch he felt
it caress his genitals, not pull them down. Without giving it
much thought, he pulled the suit over his shoulders, putting his hands
into the ones of the costume. Then he placed the hood over his
head, and adjusted it to where it was comfortable.
"There we go." He said. He turned around to model the suit.
"It doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, if I can get the
thing to close, I'd..." He reached back, and felt the seam was
together. "Ahh, I see that it's closed by itself again.
That means it's probably starrrrrRRRrrrrr..."
He looked down to himself, and saw his hips get a little wider.
And between his legs, he felt the suit push hard into his pelvic
bone. He let out a groan as he felt something impossibly shoved
into him. "Ahhh!" he yelped, almost being brought to a
knee. "That hurts!" he said, sounding worried.
David felt his back pop, and he arched backwards. Looking at the
camera, he displayed his chest. He could see that his breasts
were not only gaining size, but definition. "AAhhhhh!!!!" he
yelped out. He could also feel his waist being pulled in by the
suit, accenting his hips even further.
The changes came very quickly, his tail wagged over his backside as it
got a little larger, hips getting wider to fill them. His breasts
began to fill in, becoming firm and tight. They got larger and
larger, until they felt heavy on his chest. The pitch of his
voice got higher as he whined in pain with the new additions to his
body. Then he became aware of the loss, his male genitals were
gone. Instead, there was a fold of skin, and an opening. In
his belly, he could feel something forming under his tight stomach.
In moments, it was over. David used both hands and knees to
steady himself on the floor, his head still spinning from the
ordeal. In his peripheral vision, he saw both of his ears
dangling on the sides of his head. He knew he had little control
of them, but they were how he was hearing now. They were
perfectly manicured with tufts of fur on the ends.
He stood up slowly, and looked at the camera. He tried to talk,
but all that came out were growls and whimpering sounds. Instead,
he stood and spun for the camera, showing all sides of his new
form. He nodded at the camera, and then stepped to the VCR to
turn it off. But in mid stride, he stopped.
There was a familiar scent in the air. He knew what it was, and
his eyes grew wide with fear of realizing it. He was in
heat. Just like the female last night, he was in heat. Then
the first wave of need hit him. "Noooo" he tired to speak, but it
came out as a desperate cry. Without thinking, he put his paw
between his legs, and began to massage himself. Tears formed in
his eyes when he realized that he wanted to do this. He could
stop at any moment, but he didn't want to.
His paw finger couldn't reach far enough in to fully quench the
feelings. He needed more, a lot more. He thought of opening
the garage door to the backyard, and finding a stud dog to help her
problems. But he simply shook at the thought of being violated
like that. "I'm not a bitch! I'm not a bitch!" he kept
trying to tell himself while reaching with his fingers deeper into his
In desperation, he looked around, and saw the only thing that might
help. He almost dove on the smooth plastic dog bone, and held it
in his shaking paws. He got onto his knees and stared blankly
ahead as he brought it slowly down his white, furry chest. When
it touched his breasts, he shivered in delight. He was too far in
now; he knew he couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to; he had
to make this happen. He had to put out this fire. He felt
humiliated as he pushed the bone around the outer edge of the lips of
He lay down on his back, wagging his tail as he penetrated himself on
the bone. He gasped at the feelings, his first total
penetration. His other paw reached to a large breast, and fondled
a nipple. In moments, he was howling in pleasure at his own
stimulation. The walls of self control broke down quickly, and
she howled in delight when the wave of orgasm hit her. Her whole
body clenched on the plastic bone deep inside her body, then released
in time with her orgasm. She clenched her muzzle tight with every
wave, trying not to cry with every humiliating shock through her body.
She lay on the garage floor, panting hard. She slowly pulled the
bone out of her, and let out a yelp when it did come out. But to
David, it didn't feel right. He wasn't a female, and he wasn't in
heat. He was a male. He was the stud, not the bitch.
He had to get out of the suit before the feelings came back. He
tried to find the seam with his finger, but the paws of the suit were
too binding. He couldn't find the edge.
He suddenly thought of a way out. Without hesitation, he got up
and moved quickly to his living room. His paws were thick, but
not so thick that he couldn't get the lock to open. He popped the
lid up, and saw what he wanted. He took the rottweiler suit off
the top of the pile, and closed the lid to the chest.
David triumphantly walked back into the garage, closing the door behind
him. He smiled to himself, if he put on a male suit, it would be
over the female one and be what he was. He'd be male again.
It made sense to him. He quickly put on the rottweiler costume,
and envisioned himself as the sexy and powerful dog he was that first
night. With much anticipation, he slid it over his poodle clad
self and stood, waiting.
It closed suddenly, and pulled hard into the female body that David had
become. He felt the power surge through his body, but it was
different than the first night. All the power wasn't making
anything happen, it just felt like it was building, and building.
David felt like he was being cooked alive inside the suit. He
opened his mouth to yell, howl, scream or do anything. As he felt
the heat and energy inside of him, he wondered if he was going to die.
His body hit the ground hard, and he didn't move.
A man walked through his shop late at night. He wanted to go
home, but he had to finish the paperwork first. As he went into
his back office, he cursed as his ankle hit something. When he
looked down, he saw an old chest on the ground in the path he was
walking. "I'll be damned." He said, kneeling next to it. "I
thought grandpa got rid of..." He stopped, and saw the lot number
tag on it from the auction house.
He shook his head slowly. "Damn you grandpa." He said. "It
did come back."
David woke up with the sun on his body. It felt good, warm and
good. His belly felt tight as well. He stood up, and
realized he was still in the garage. He then looked down to his
hands, and he felt his mind go numb. He had longer brown fur on
his hands, up his black furred arms. It didn't really look like
the rottweiler suit, it was too furry. He felt his face, and
found a muzzle that was long, and ears that were hanging off the top of
his head. But it was all wrong.
He looked over his whole body in a panic. He looked like the
rottweiler, but the fur was as long as an unkempt poodle's. There
were also white patches along the outside of his thighs and down the
underside of his tail, highlighting his crotch. His body was
strong and powerful, he felt the rippling muscles of his arms and legs,
and the wide hips and small and tight belly. He had large breasts
with white fur between them. He groaned to himself, but it was a
deeper tone. He saw under his breasts a deep brown sheath over
the white, and a large sac that looked filled to capacity.
Carefully, he cupped it in his animalistic paw, and felt the weight of
them. But his finger brushed past something else, and it made his
body shiver when it did. He held his sac out of the way, and saw
a light pink opening under it. His vagina. He dropped to
his knees, and cried to himself. He realized he was no longer in
a suit, this was his body.
His body would not be denied, however. As he cried he felt his
breasts jiggle, and an electric pulse went to both his sheath and his
vaginal opening. After a few minutes of movement, his erection
had grown without his desire, and his slit was dripping. No
amount of ignoring it made the feelings go away. Between sobs, he
stroked himself while fingering herself. As hir first climax
approached, the situation at hand slowly vanished in hir mind.
The first dual orgasm hit, and hir eyes opened wide. Shi barely
gasped before the howl rose from hir muzzle.
David woke up hearing knocking at his front door. It had been
days since the change, and he was powerless to operate a doorknob in
his clumsy paws. The food and water he laid out helped him stay
alive, waiting for the curse to be over between bouts of self
stimulation. He wanted to run to the door, beg for help, but what
would shi say? What would they do?
He heard the person knock on the door, and then he heard them moving
around the house. "Anyone here?" a male voice yelled out.
David wanted to scream he was, but was too scared to. Finally,
the back door knob twisted, and David suddenly realized that he left
the door unlocked. He cowered in a corner, trying to let the
ground cover him.
The door opened, and an older man walked in. He looked around
carefully. The smell of ejaculate and hormones was powerful in
the air, and almost made him leave the garage. "Holy...
What happ..." He looked in the corner, and saw the creature in
the corner. "Good God." He said quietly. He hung his head,
and then knelt close to the floor looking at the creature. "I
won't hurt you. Will you let me help you?"
David was shaking, looking pitifully at the man. He had grey
hair, leather work boots, wore khakis and a light jacket, and didn't
look like he was carrying anything harmful. Shi wanted to trust
him, something in his gut said shi could.
"I know what happened to you." The man said. "I want to help
you. Will you let me?" David nodded weakly, and tried to
crawl over to him. He looked over the dog creature, and shook his
head. "I'm sorry this happened." He said. He looked around,
and saw that there was food on the floor, near a dish. He also
saw the camera and VHS blinking "12:00". He also saw the collar,
and picked it up. He put it in his pocket. "I will return
after nightfall to come get you, so nobody has to see you like this."
He said. "I want you to come with me. I don't know if I can
help you, but I will try." David just nodded.
That night, Russell came back to the garage. He saw the dog
creature stroking hirself frantically. Shi stopped when he opened
the door, and drooped hir ears. "No, finish if you can. I
know it has to be tough to hold it back." Shi stroked hirself a
little more, and in moments sprayed ejaculate all over hirself.
Russell nodded, and walked over to hir holding the collar. "I
want to put this on you. Will you let me?"
David nodded, still in a daze. Russell buckled the leather collar
on hir, and tugged on it. "Follow me. Please." Shi
did as he asked, and he took her to a station wagon. He opened
the back, and helped hir get into a cage he had set up. "Sleep if
you can. The trip is a little long. Here, this will
help." Shi looked at his outstretched hand, and saw a biscuit in
it. She took it with her hand-paws, and ate it. Soon after,
she was sleeping.
Hours later, Russell pulled into his country house near his antique
shop. The creature behind him was sleeping, and was quiet most of
the trip. He opened the back, and shi slightly stirred.
"We're home." He said, propping hir up with his shoulder. "You
should be happy here, and safe. If I can reverse the curse, I
will." He led hir to an open air cage he had built a few days
Shi nodded, not really understanding him. But then a scent made
her eyes light up, and shi stood up straight. Russell opened the
enclosure. "The other one has been here a few days now. I
found it wandering when I was tracking the trunk down. I think
it's been waiting for you."
David bolted into the enclosure, and was met by another canine
muzzle. The two of them intertwined, pressing their breasts and
sheaths together as they licked each other's muzzles like long lost
lovers. Russell closed and locked the gate as the two of them
nipped at each other's collars, and paws roamed to feel the other's
thick shaft grow and begin to knot.
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- 2005 Socks Furrotica Press. These stories are
(unfortunately) all works of
They depict sex. Lots of quite graphic sex between several genders and
arguably a few species. Af any of this offends you, or anything vaguely
pornographic bothers you, don't read this, and don't send me your nasty
e-mail (I may enjoy it, you know...)