Change of Heart
Colton Dusk was not a very nice man. By the time he had reached twelve, he had managed to kill just about anything that walked, crawled, swam or flew. By the age of seventeen, he had a record larger than some lifetime serial killers. When the technology for becoming Anthro was available for humans, he seriously considered becoming one, but he already was agile and lithe, being able to squeeze his five foot five frame into things that just seemed too small. Instead, he started to add them to his list of creatures he had killed.
It wasn't like he came from a broken home. He had a loving father and mother. He had a brother and sister. He never knew want. But perhaps not having any wants, left a void in him. Whatever the reason, no one would dispute he was a vile human being.
During his latest arraignment, the clerk took twenty minutes just reading the newest charges. That, however, wasn't the reason Colton was upset. He was actually proud over that fact. The thing that drove him over the edge was the judge. His honor was a newly formed Anthro fox.
Using the spring from his lawyer's pen, he managed to pick the locks to his restraints. Before anyone knew what was going on, he had managed to make it to the judge's bench to take him hostage. Colton dragged the judge by the tail to the courthouse garage, forcing the judge to show him where the honor's car was located.
Colton snapped the judge's neck then took his car speeding towards the interstate and freedom. Unbeknownst to him, Colton's actions had been watched. Road blocks went up forcing him into the seedier section of town. When the police managed to force him from his vehicle, he ran into a large factory building.
Searching for an escape, Colton entered what appeared to be a storage room, filled with large boxes not labeled. The darkness concealed what might be in the boxes, but at the moment, it was unimportant to him. When he heard voices approaching, he picked a box randomly and climbed inside.
"Finally some excitement, eh Carl?" Sam told his friend as they entered the same room the outlaw was contained within.
"Oh shut up Sam. Just because you are with a different bitch every night, doesn't mean I need one." Carl huffed as he inspected his friend with his eyes. His friend was as tall as him, standing a few inches over six feet. Both were Anthro Doberman Pinchers. In many aspects they were both the same. In fact, with their uniforms on, it was hard for anyone not of the same batch as them to tell the two apart.
And yet, Carl had gone many months without as much as a date while Sam had a new girl each night. Carl, in fact, was a virgin, although he?d never admit it to his friend. He hoped that by becoming what he had, his luck with the women would change, but he discovered it was much more his own shyness that prevented meeting women.
Sam smiled to his friend, "We just need to get you laid."
Just then, the captain of the police force burst into the room, "We have the place surrounded. He won't be able to escape, but some of the workers may still be in here. Sam come with me. Carl, stay here and make sure no one enters or leaves." With that, the two officers left the room, leaving Carl alone in the dark at the door.
Colton listened to the conversation, smiling at first that he'd only have the one guard to defeat, but pondered how he'd escape the building. Feeling around the box, he discovered some type of costume. Operating his lighter, he saw a high quality Anthro collie costume which started wheels turning in his head.
He stripped down, removing all his clothes as he worked quietly to put the costume on. It was a tight fit, but the costume had a little stretch to it. When he wiggled it over his crotch, he had to shove his shaft between his legs, to hide any tell tale signs. Discovering a small pocket imperfection his shaft fit nicely in the hideaway. He pulled the costume over his shoulders and zipped it up from behind, the costume's tight fit giving him new curves and contours. He slipped the head over his own, allowing the long flowing hair to slip down to the costume's rear. He hefted the ample breasts, smiling at the fact he could get a sense of what was going on, without actually feeling that much. Grabbing the dagger from his clothes, he slipped from the box and picked a corner of the room away from the light of the hall to begin his rouse.
Carl stood there in the quiet darkness of the room, when his ears picked up muffled crying. Slowly stumbling in the darkness, he saw a huddled form on the ground under scaffolding that reached the ceiling, piled with boxes. As he squinted, he could make up the form of a female Anthro collie sobbing in a fetal position on the floor. There was a bit of blood on the floor that his nose caught.
"Are you alright ma'am?" he asked.
Colton jumped up and slashed at Carl with his dagger, but was surprised when the officer simply sidestepped the attack with great speed. Carl grabbed Colton's wrist and with a strong twist disarmed him.
"It's alright, I am a police officer you are safe now," Carl tried to reassure what he had assumed to be a worker of the building.
Snarling in displeasure, Colton thought quickly. He fell into the officer's arms, and started to sob.
Carl was surprised by the embrace, but hugged Colton to him, feeling the bare breasts of the costume pressing against his body.
The con reached around Carl?s neck looking up into his eyes, ready to snap the canine's neck, his hatred for Anthros rising again when the door opened.
"Carl, you find anyone? There are still a few women missing," Sam stated as he scanned the dark room for his friend. When he saw his friend hugging a very shapely form against himself, Sam quietly back stepped out of the room.
"Let's get you to safety," Carl said taking Colton's paw into his own. That is when he noticed the cut on Colton's hand, purposely put there by the criminal. "And we will fix this lovely hand of yours," Carl told him. It was then he noticed the nude form before him. Taking his jacket off, he covered her head with his lanky coat, the ends of which reached just past Colton's thighs, covering the "private parts" of the costume.
Carl lead Colton pass an army of SWAT and officers, getting him safely beyond all the armed forced that wanted Colton more dead than alive.
As Carl started to lead Colton to awaiting ambulances, Colton spoke up, "Can we just go to your place instead?" he said meekly and under his breath, trying to sound as convincing as possible as a female.
Carl nodded to the collie, escorting him to his car. He opened the door and helped Colton, catching him as the con purposely slipped. Colton felt Carl's paw on his ass and he smiled with evil glee.
"Sorry ma'am," Carl said blushing and turning his face. He hopped into the driver seat and raced home, never looking in Colton?s direction, something the con had hoped he could accomplish.
They drove quietly to Carl's apartment on the better part of town; gears in Colton's mind already spinning at what things he could acquire. After pulling into his private parking spot, Carl quickly jumped from his seat and helped Colton up to his penthouse.
His parents had been wealthy, leaving the bulks of their empire to him upon their death, and if anything showed off the wealth, his apartment was it. Steels, grays, blues, and blacks were the themes of the rooms, done in an ultra-modern fashion.
Without turning on the lights, Carl led Colton to a black leather sofa offering him a seat. It was the type of which you could get lost in the softness of the supple feel.
Colton grabbed his hand and whimpered softly purposely letting Carl see it bleeding slightly.
"We should get this fixed before it gets infected," Carl said, trying to take Colton's paw into his own.
Colton hammed it up, pulling away and shivering.
"Wait here," Carl told the frightened collie, as he went into the kitchen.
"I can't believe my luck," Colton said softly aloud. He drooled at the sight of the 72 HD LCD hanging on the wall with every conceivable component hooked up to it. His eyes scanned the walls and almost bugged out at the Renoir painting, "On the Terrace." He had heard it was sold to a private bidder to finance the museum it originally hung in, but this couldn't be it. It just couldn't.
He was so occupied, that he never saw Carl return with a glass of spiced rum. "Drink this," he told Colton.
Not one for turning down a free drink, he gulped it down in one swig. He blinked his eyes before falling back to the sofa unconscious.
Carl scooped up the sleeping form and took him to his alt lab. Originally made to fix injuries, Carl had it modified to go beyond its basic function. It was here that he and his friend were made into Anthros, as well as, a few others, that paid him well for the transformations. Quietly placing the form down in the dark room on the bed, he couldn?t help to admire her form. He stared at the faux lips between the collie?s legs, until it started to stir feeling in him. So much so, that it was having an effect on him sexually. He left the room and went to the control panel. "Computer repair hand on," he paused for a moment, thinking he never got her name before continuing, "Anthro collie in alt room."
In a metallic voice the computer replied, "Scanning." Moments later it replied in the same cold tone, "Other anomalies detected, should they be corrected?"
Carl just cursed under his breath, "Stupid egg-heads. You'd think they could have programmed some personality into the thing. Yes, computer, if you discover any medical issues in the female Anthro collie, correct them."
"Total time to repair, three days and three sessions," the computer told him.
Carl scowled. "She must have had more injuries," he said aloud. "Proceed," he added, "And dress her appropriately," before retiring for the night.
Colton woke up with a pounding headache, moaning as he turned to his side and fell to his feet, bent over. Using the medical bed as support, he murmured, "What truck hit me?" Looking around the sterile room, he saw the only other thing in this room: the door. That's when the urge for him to use the bathroom hit him, so he decided to explore.
The door was the first in a series of doors in a hall that ran to the right. Following the corridor, he was pleased to discover the first door led to a facility. When he rushed inside was the first time he noticed he was wearing clothes. The urgency of his need outweighed the questioning of it. He hiked the yellow skirt he was wearing, pulled down the pink panties and fumbled with his shaft. When he was unable to dislodge it from the resting place he had put it in, he spun around and sat down. He flooded the pocket first, which overflowed and dripped out the costume's sex, as he sighed with relief.
Carl had just taken out some towels from the dryer having washed a few so his guest could take a shower if she wanted. He opened the bathroom door and stood there like a deer in headlights, watching as Colton emptied his bladder. Carl has never actually seen a female like this before, but with Colton holding his skirt up, he had a clear view of everything. Spinning around quickly, he bolted from the door and slammed it shut.
"I am so sorry," he called out, his face flushed.
Trying not to laugh too much, Colton cleared his voice and tried to sound feminine, "It's alright, I should have locked it." He smiled as his voice even convinced himself. When he was done, he wadded the tissue and shoved it inside trying to dry off the excess in the pocket before cleaning the rest of his "vagina". Pulling up his panties, he ran his hands down the dress to smooth it out. Walking to the sink, he washed his hands, laughing at how the cut padding made his real hand look padded as well. For the first time, he got a good look at the form. He was amazed at just how lifelike it was. Even now, it was hard to tell the form before him wasn't a real female.
"I need to be cool on this one. Killing this one would just bring people here too quickly," Colton thought. "Perhaps if I ham it up, I can make some serious cash for a change." As he thought about his plan, his nose caught the aroma of a wondrous flavor. He poked his nose out and followed the smell to the kitchen.
"What is that delightful smell?" Colton asked, sitting down at the table.
Carl smiled, "Just the finest Mexican omelet and some bacon," he replied, setting a plate of food in front of her.
Colton didn't know why, but he was famished, digging into the food with a healthy gusto. In no time flat he had finished the plate and was sighing with relief. When Carl finished his meal, he picked up the plates and placed them in the sink. Grabbing Colton's hand, he pulled him down the hall. Colton watched as Carl entered a code into a vaulted room. In the room, was stacks of bills, coins, and other valuables that stunned the con with the sheer volume. Carl walked over to a case and pulled out a ruby heart necklace, walking over to behind the not-moving Colton to fasten it around his neck.
"Let's go shopping," he whispered in her ear.
A shiver went down Colton?s spine as he giggled and just nodded.
The day passed in a blur as they shopped in seemingly endless amounts of stores. Each time Carl used a card, Colton memorized the code, or the signature style. Carl bought many outfits for Colton, as people continued to comment over the "cute couple." As evening set upon them, they headed home full with a day's worth of shopping.
That night, Carl made a steak dinner for them both. Colton was again monstrously hungry, gobbling the food down quickly. Shortly after eating though, the excitement of the day must have been catching up with Colton, as he found himself sleepy. When he yawned, Carl took his hand and led him to the room, helping him on the bed. Carl leaned down, causing Colton to freeze in a panic. Colton's mouth parted just as Carl pressed his lips to Colton's lips. Carl pressed his touch into the panicked con's mouth. Colton, never having kissed anyone before - never mind another man - tried closing his mouth, trapping the tongue inside his own. Colton pushed on the tongue with his own before something in his mind registered that he was now French kissing the cop he planned on knocking off.
Carl pulled away with a smile, "night sexy," as he walked out. Once outside, he commanded the computer to start the next phase, which it happily did, working on the now sleeping Colton, which had been drugged asleep by Carl, who just wanted to insure a sound sleep.
Colton woke with a new urgency, racing to the bathroom. He didn't bother with trying as he just pulled down his pink panties, relieving himself. He was still groggy, but something about it felt odd. He dismissed the idea and wiped himself when he was done. He was wearing a red teddy and it just made him giggle. As he looked at himself in the mirror, something else felt weird. He picked up a brush and brushed his long hair, swearing he could feel it now.
He left the bathroom and went to the master bedroom, quietly opening the door. Sleeping in a large platform bed, Carl was sleeping on his stomach in the nude. He crept over to the bed, thinking he could push Carl's face into the mattress. When he touched Carl's shoulder, Carl's training kicked in. Carl spun around, caught Colton's arm and yanked him to the bed on his back with Carl on top of him.
Colton yelped in surprise, waking the still semi-asleep Carl, "Sorry babe!" Carl yelped, but not moving. Carl smiled and leaned down to nibble on Colton?s neck.
Colton was about to protest, but the nibbling felt good. It felt better than good, it was turning him on. He didn"t understand it, He was feeling odd. His chest tingled, and he felt warmth between her legs. When Carl lifted the nightie over his head, Colton didn't stop him; the sensations were still confusing her.
Carl took his time moving down the sexy body of the collie, nibbling on the large nipples that were now stiff. Colton started to shiver, partially from the sensation, partially from the realization that she could actually feel Carl's mouth on her nipples now. Inch by inch, Carl worked his way down, and by the time he had reached Colton's nether lips, there was a great deal of her excitement there.
Colton was breathing heavier now. She could feel the tongue entering her lower lips. She could feel her own spasms on his tongue. She tried to push him away, but lacked the strength and when he nibbled her clit she yelped in a loud feminine voice. At that point, Carl didn't need any other incentive. He leaned up, kissing Carl on the lips, as he positioned his tip at her entrance. He slowly pressed his shaft in, feeling just how tight she was. As he pulled out and pressed harder, he was surprised to discover she was still a virgin. This didn?t stop him though as he pressed on and broke her hymen.
Colton cried out in pain, but a new wave of pleasure forced her to rock her hips over his shaft. Together then rocked on, slow at first, but gradually building faster and faster. When she felt his knot at her entrance, she wrapped her legs around his rear and pulled with all her might, unable to stop her own actions. Carl slammed his knot into her just as she howled in ecstasy, having her first female orgasm. Carl wasn't far behind on his own, erupting into her from his own virgin balls.
Throughout the day, they made love in various positions, the last being doggy. It felt dirty to Colton, but she felt a rush at being dominated. Just as they were finishing one session early in the evening, a call came in for Carl to report to the station. He excused himself, getting dressed quickly before bolting out the door.
Colton stayed in bed for a while, still reeling from the after effects of a day's worth of sex. When reality finally started to return, the thief in "him" kicked in. As she walked by the bathroom, she stopped moving. There on the vanity was several platinum brushes. She picked up one, amazed by its weight, but was even more impressed by the fine bristles of the comb. She stood there grooming her fur as comments like, "I am hot," ran through her head. Colton closed her eyes and breathed deep. "Remember who you are," he chanted to himself a few times before exiting the bathroom.
Colton searched the house for an office, easily picking the lock once she found it. Sliding into the leather executive chair, she booted the computer. As she accessed Carl's bank files, she nearly fell over in the chair as the 11 digits filled the screen. Recovering from the near fall, she happened to notice flight reservations to a private island in the Caribbean. An island that Carl owned, complete with a haciendas, stable and water landing pad.
She sat back in the chair, her mind wheeling from the new sensations and new possibilities as her paw sank into her lap. Slowly, she rubbed herself into a semi-bliss before stopping herself.
Stumbling into the room she had been sleeping in for a few days, she laid down and closed her eyes. Almost on cue, the lights in the room dimmed as her fingers found their way between her legs. Slowly she pressed in, feeling her slick, heated passage as she moaned in pleasure. In and out she pressed, feeling gentle spasms as her thoughts filled with Carl. She bit her lip, not wanting to admit how he was turning her on, before she finally fell asleep.
Colton sat up and stretched, eventually shifting so the stretching could continue to the floor. She lifted her legs high as she sauntered to the bathroom. She felt good today. She looked in the mirror, content with how she looked, all traces of ever being male completely wiped from her mind. As she picked up the brushes, she combed her fur again, inhaling the delicious aromas coming from the kitchen. Walking into the room completely nude, she saw Carl there cooking breakfast again.
She strolled up behind him and gave him a big hug, pressing her breasts into his back, as her paws roamed down to his lap for a rub.
"Morning sexy," Carl said turning around and dropping the spatula that was in his hand. Turning to the counter, he picked up a black box, "I know this might be sudden, but marry me."
Colton squealed and nodded as she jumped into his arms, knocking them both back into the counter. As their lips locked in a passionate embrace, she spied his wallet. Carefully, her foot paw removed a few of the hundreds, and tucked them between her toes, as if they had a mind of their own.