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_ Backstory: (There isn't much but anyway). Bolt and Mittens wakes up with certain aspects of their bodies changed to that of the opposite gender which creates a rather awkward situation in their relationship._

Mittens decided it was best not to talk about what had happened. In fact, neither she nor Bolt had talked much at all since that fateful evening three days ago, or been in the same room longer than it took them to awkwardly leave in opposite direction.

It was killing her. The silence. That lingering feeling of things being left unsaid. The fact that for the first time ever in their relationship, things were uncomfortable and odd between them. Even after their worst fights, they were always able to at least talk openly, honestly. But now the Shepherd wouldn't even look at her.

Did Bolt blame her for what had almost happened between them that night? Did he blame her for their transformation too, or was he just embarrassed being the way he was now?

She had tried to apologize but could never find the right words. "I'm sorry you inexplicably grew a pussy and I almost fucked you?" What could one say in such an utterly bizarre situation? None of them knew how long this transformation was gonna last or if it would ever wear off at all.

The weirdest part was how fast she had gotten used to her new anatomy. In fact, the black feline had found that she kind of liked the new addition between her legs. She had admired herself in the mirror this morning and quite liked the view of that attractive snow-white sheath between her legs followed by two sizable orbs that she imagined would impress most of her fellow felines, male and female alike. Yes, she also felt like a real freak for digging the changes to herself, but why not enjoy it while it lasted?

The pleasure of just rubbing one off was one thing she had enjoyed a few times already. Figuring out how to bring herself to an outstanding orgasm with just her paws hadn't been very difficult considering how many times she'd done it to Bolt. For once, she was kind of glad she was declawed...

It shamed her to admit that when she did pleasure herself, her mind usually drifted to Bolt and the sight of his lean, white rear and that tight slit where his balls used to hang. It looked really good at him, almost fitting, of course she'd never say that.

She sighed when she looked down and noticed that just the thought of the white German Shepherd had already triggered a bit of a reaction down there as evidenced by the barbed, red tip poking out of her hard sheath. Involuntary boners were one of the few disadvantages of her new self.

Realizing her predicament wasn't going to go away on its own, she decided to head upstairs. It was afternoon so Bolt was probably watching his reruns in the living room. How anyone could get so much enjoyment out of cheesy late 80s action flicks were beyond her, but I guess it appealed to the former action-star in him. At least it meant that the dog was unlikely to hear her rub one off in the bedroom.

Sheath hard and heavy between her legs, she padded upstairs, all the while thinking about her canine boyfriend. Why couldn't that cute dog be as appreciate of his changes as she as of hers? After all, whatever strange magic had made them this way was bound to run out sooner or later, so why was he so opposed to having some fun while it lasts?

Bolt was hardly particularly dominant in the bedroom to begin with, although he occasionally tried to be. Mittens knew full well that he had a thing for other males. It was obvious the way he stared at them in the park, although she knew he'd never admit it. She also knew that he had a habit off experimenting with that carrot shaped chew toy of his. On top of that, their sex life had been virtually dead for the last couple of months. So if he prefers dicks over giving it, and would rather fuck himself with a rubber carrot than giving to her, was waking up with a pussy really such a bad thing for him?

She shook her, decided it was best not to speculate too much in the motivations of his canine friend. It was his decision after all, and although Mittens wanted nothing more than to continue what they had started a couple of days ago, and probably fuck his brains out too if he had let her, she wouldn't dream of trying to start something the way things were now.

For now, she was just gonna have some fun and maybe afterwards, when she had rid herself of all this horniness, maybe she could apologize and they could put this mess behind them. After all, her friend's feelings were more important to her then her own relief.

~

The canine friend in question was sprawled out on the king-sized bed, snoozing peacefully. Sunshine, filtered through the blinds, warming his fur. It was the rumbling from his own empty belly that awoke him. The handsome white dog yawned loudly while stretching his long agile body across the bed. He jumped down and was just about to make his way to the door to fetch some well-needed lunch when he realized that the cat was probably still in the kitchen.

He'd rather not risk running into her again. Last time had been awkward enough when he could smell her arousal across the room. He decided his empty belly could wait and got back on the bed.

Now what, Bolty?

It was a beautiful day, but it was not like he could go outside and risk the entire block seeing what was now between his legs. He looked down his slender body to the and sighed at the sight of the smooth inward curve that was still there, rather than the usual sight of his white sheath. It was a sight he would never get used to.

Yet, almost involuntarily, his paw found its way down between his legs to brush over the shape of his new sex. His folds were soft, warm and inviting, the fur there infinitely smooth and already saturated by his arousal. He pressed a digit inside and was immediately rewarded by the most heavenly pleasure imaginable.

No! I'm not a girl... I shouldn't be doing this...

Sooner or later, he would have to change back. Until then, he would only have to keep himself from touching himself. That also meant ignoring the constant, insufferable heat between his legs, which was so hard when he knew how easy he could just stick a furry digit, or better yet, something long and thick, in there to finally get some relief.

But yet it feels soooo amazing...

The temptation to just follow his instincts started to become overwhelming, and without asking for permission, his paw pressed another digit inside. He gasped. Almost instantly, the picture of a thick, generic red length came into view, perhaps with familiar barbs sort of like Mittens...

He shook his head hard, decided not to think of her. Even if he wanted to, suggesting something so bizarre, so scandalous, so unmanly to the cat was unthinkable. As he thought of that evening, a mix of pleasure and shame overtook him, the former soon winning over the latter as he started rubbing himself to the memories of that fateful evening.

Then suddenly, the door opened and none other than Mittens the cat stood in the door way, staring at him with big, shocked green eyes. Bolt couldn't help but notice the hardness between her legs.

"Oh.... I didn't know you were in here..."

"I uhm" He immediately blushed. "I gotta go" he stammered, before rushing passed the cat out the room.

~

The recent incident had only increased the awkwardness between them. Bolt now made sure to avoid Mittens at all costs, but the tingling heat between his neither regions were only getting worse. Worse yet, he knew that his scent was heavy and that the cat could smell it. Heck, he could even smell it himself. He had started rubbing himself off more often now, not really caring how weird he felt about it. But it didn't help. It gave him relief for a couple of hours at most, but didn't satisfy those deep urges.

Usually, when his body did weird things, he could ask Mittens about it. But now Mittens was the source of his predicament. But worse yet was the heat. The former superdog knew of no way out of this... He would have to ask the cat for advice. She was a girl after all. Or well, used to be. Maybe she would know. Either way, the poor dog figured he had no choice.

He found the cat in the kitchen, half-way through her meal of takeaway sushi, her favorite treat.

"You gotta help me, Mitts. This is driving me nuts!"

"What is?" Mittens looked up, a half-eaten piece of salmon falling from her white muzzle. It was the first time Bolt had spoken to her in days, and here he was, rushed into the kitchen to ask her for help without a warning.

"What do you think!?" He nodded between his legs. "It won't go away"

"Oh that" Mittens felt his cheeks heat up a bit under her black fur. "It's called heat, And it won't go away until, you know..."

"What?" Bolt raised an irritated eyebrow. "Tell me what the anecdote is!"

"Well, until you do what bitches usually do when they're in heat..."

"I'm not a bitch..."

"Well, to be fair Bolt, you do have a bitch's bits right now" She chuckled but Bolt remained unconvinced.

"So, you're telling me that the only way to end this is for us to, you know..."

"Woah!" Mittens chuckled nervously. "I didn't say anything about us"

"So, you don't want to...?"

"I didn't say that. I just thought that maybe you'd rather have a friend help you out... or try Mr Carrot, or maybe we could call Penny and see if she has any idea how to make it stop. Of course, we'd have to explain how you..."

She stopped when she saw that Bolt had turned around, swaying his tail to expose his bits.

"Just fucking do me, already" he said. "I know you've been wanting too for some time"

Mittens just stared. "Are... are you sure?" She finally asked, totally discombobulated.

"Super sure. I can't take this anymore and... I wanna know what it feels like. Now do me already before I regret this" He waved his hindquarters invitingly, knowing the scent was bound to drive the feline crazy.

Before he knew it, he felt Mittens heave herself on top of his back, her weight and warmth feeling oddly pleasant against his back. The weight took him a bit by surprise. This Mittens was definitely bigger and stronger than the scrawny cat of just a few days ago.

"Last time to call this off, Super" her breath came hot against his ear. "I got a feeling that once I start, I'm not gonna be able to stop"

Bolt could feel her tip push and prod against his buttcheek before lining up against his inviting folds. It was so hard to say no when his entire body was conspiring against him.

"There is no risk for... you know... puppies?" he finally asked.

"Bolt, we're different species..."

The dog just looked warily at her.

"That means no, Darwin" she added, rolling her eyes at Bolt's naivety.

"Then let's do it" His voice shivering in anticipation. He had never been this nervous with the cat before, but hear nearness and that prodding tip had made him realized he wanted this more than he knew. Every fiber of his being wanted this to happen.

He didn't have to ask the cat twice. With a move that she had waited days to finally make, she shuffled her hips forward and sank her barbed, red length into Bolt's waiting sex.

Bolt gasped as he felt the completely foreign sensation of Mittens length slipping inside his wet passage, that slick cock rubbing against sensitive flesh and nerves that had never been touched before. He moaned involuntary as the cat retracted and pushed herself into him again, this time sinking even deeper into his body.

"H.. hold on" he stammered.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm just... getting used to it" Bolt said as his body clenched and adjusted around her thick feline member. There had been a second of pain as she had piercing his virgin sex, but now there was nothing but incredible pleasure radiating from his passage throughout his entire body coupled with a growing need to be filled further. "You can go on now" he said.

Mittens did. She pulled out until almost only the tip remained inside Bolt, then shoved herself back in. He was so delightfully tight, so delightfully warm and wet as his receptive body instinctively clenched and milked her cock, begging her to go on. She continued, slow at first, but picking up speed and force with every thrust until the wet slaps of their lovemaking filled the kitchen.

Bolt found himself pushing back against Mittens, wanting as much of that barbed length inside of him as possible. He could feel his own juices running down the insides of his thighs as he spread his legs wider to allow the cat better entrance, and every wet slap against his hips was followed by an involuntary moan from the Shepherd. Every time her member slipped inside of his increasingly slippery passage, her barbs tugged against his slit in the most delightful way, and with every new inch to disappear inside his body, his pussy was stretched a little wider. It was quite simply the best feeling he had ever felt. "You can... go faster if you want to" he moaned, meaning every word.

"Liking this *humph* are we?" Mittens asked, voice somewhere between mocking and loving.

"Actually... I am" Bolt answered. "Harder..."

"As you wish, pup" Mittens picked up the pace, every muscle in her body focused on humping this submissive canine below her with all the force her feline body could master. Bolt moaned loudly, ears pressed back against his head as he loudly and unashamedly announced his pleasure to the cat. Their respective bodies were going off their own accord now, him spreading his legs further and pushing back against Mittens while the cat held him tighter, all to make sure he got properly bred.

Then suddenly, he felt Mittens shiver, her thrusts becoming more and more frantic. With a roar worthy of a lion, she slammed into him one last time, her fuzzy orbs slapping against him as her cock plowed into him with such force that he almost collapsed. What followed was the strangest sensation Bolt had ever felt. A bloodwave of warm, sticky goo flowed into him, filling his passage and pushing deep into his cervix. It felt like his entire body was hosed to the rim with that stuff.

Before he could ask about the strange sensation, he lost his breath as the most violent orgasm of his life shook his body, spreading from his vagina throughout his entire body, culminating in a powerful climax that made him clench down hard around Mittens cock which was still pulsing with each fresh rope of fertile feline seed. It was too much for him and he collapsed on the floor, Mittens landing on his back, equally exhausted.

It took several moments before the two animals could do much else than panting as they rode out their shared afterglow.

"So how was that, Wags?" Mittens finally asked. "I sure enjoyed it..."

Bolt looked down at their spooning bodies, at his own white hips with Mittens neatly locked behind him, her length still buried inside of him. He felt the gushing of her cum inside when he moved, warm but oddly comfortable. "It was okay" he finally said.

"It sounded like more than just okay..."

"Don't flatter yourself, cat" She dealt Mittens a lick on her cheek. Maybe it was just the post-orgasm pheromones affecting his mind, but he felt closer to the cat than he ever had before.

"So, you'd be up for doing this again sometime?"

"Maybe..."