Finding His Form
_Two friends discover their attraction to each other, in their new canine forms. _
Nick sighed, and pulled a pillow over his head. "At least they have the courtesy to not screw in the bedroom," he thought to himself, as he tried to stifle the thumping and moaning coming through the bathroom door. He was crashing in a cheap hotel room with his best friend from high school, Connor. It was August, and the pair had flown to the city to catch a music festival before they headed back to college. But after three full days and nights of dancing in tight quarters with a bunch of attractive college students, they both were feeling a little frustrated.
Connor was always the smoother of the two. After the last show, he managed to talk a girl from the crowd into coming back to their place. Nick barely caught her name -- Stacey -- before she and Connor headed into the bathroom to get to know each other a lot better.
Classic Connor, Nick thought to himself. His friend always had a way with girls that Nick didn't share. Women baffled Nick. He had had girlfriends, but none of the relationships managed to last. When it came to sex, he was awkward, fumbling and apologetic. It never felt natural.
Based on the noises from the bathroom, though, Connor and Stacey were having no such problems. Though they had turned on the shower to try and drown out some of the noise, Nick could still hear plenty above the splashing water.
Nick couldn't help it - he reached down and started to play with himself as he imagined the action happening just behind the door. Stacey was super attractive - short and curvy, with long blond hair and a tight stomach, tanned from a summer spent on the festival circuit. And Connor had been working out, too - since school ended, he had added muscle to his lanky frame. Nick had to admit that his friend was looking good.
"Oh shit, oh shit," Nick heard Connor moan, panting out his orgasm. Stacy gave an approving giggle, and in bed, Nick sighed and pulled his boxers back up over his own throbbing erection. While Nick knew Connor was never one to turn down a second chance at sex in the same night, he didn't want to risk them popping out only to find him jacking off in his bed. He'd never live it down.
As the action in the bathroom hit a temporary lull, Nick rolled over and forced himself to get to sleep.
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"Wake the fuck up, dude," Connor shouted, throwing a pillow over onto Nick's bed.
Nick sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as daylight filtered through the hotel blinds. Connor was laying shirtless in his own bed, a smug grin on his face.
"Did you manage to get any sleep?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, not much," Connor said, smirking. "Sorry if we kept you up. Things got a bit wild."
"Yeah, I heard. Where'd, uh, Stacey go?"
"She ran out to bring back some breakfast. I figure we pound an egg sandwich and try to catch one of the early shows with the rest of her friends. It's the last day, we should make the most of it."
"Just so long as the sandwich is the only thing you're pounding this morning," Nick replied, throwing the pillow back at his friend.
"Whatever. Maybe one of Stacey's friends will take pity on you."
"You know me. Hookups are never really my thing."
"Probably why we get along," Connor said. "Leave more of the bitches for me."
"Leave more of the what?"
Both Nick and Connor turned to the door, where Stacey was standing, breakfast in hand. Though Nick barely knew her, he could tell she was angry.
"Hey, babe." Connor said, changing his tone immediately. "Didn't hear the door open."
"I bet. What'd you call me?" she said, her voice cold.
Connor started to try to spin the situation. "I didn't call you anything, Stacey. I was just, you know, talking about girls."
"You mean bitches."
"Bitches, girls. Come on. It was just dudes talking."
"STOP," Stacey commanded. The door slammed behind her as a chill passed through the air, and Connor's face froze abruptly. Nick looked back and forth nervously, but he too found himself rooted to the spot.
Stacey was unaffected by whatever force took over the room. "So, girls are bitches, huh, Connor? And I'm a girl, so that makes me a bitch too."
"And if that's the case, what does that make you?"
Connor's eyes darted, but his mouth was frozen. He didn't - or couldn't - reply.
"Not so smooth of a talker anymore, huh?" Stacey said. "I'll answer for you. If I'm a bitch, that makes you a dog. And like a good dog, you're going to follow every single one of my commands."
"Now KNEEL."
To Nick's amazement, Connor dropped to his knees. A new look passed behind his friends eyes. He looked eager to please.
"What a good boy," Stacey said, running her hand through his hair. "You were a very bad dog last night, but now you're being such a good boy."
A look of pure adoration passed over Connor's face. His mouth dropped, his tongue came out and he even started to pant.
"What the fuck is happening?" Nick thought to himself. He wanted to run, he wanted to scream but he remained frozen to the spot. Stacey wasn't paying him any attention, but still had him clearly locked under whatever magical force she was using to manipulate Nick.
"Doggies who obey get treats," Stacey continued. "Now roll over."
Connor dropped to the hotel floor and rolled over on his back, throwing his arms and legs to the side like a dog looking for a belly rub. He looked up at Stacey expectedly.
"Good boy. That's a good dog," she said, reaching down to rub his stomach. As Nick looked on in panic and confusion, Connor gave an excited yip and continued to roll around the floor as she ran her hand over his hard abs.
"But what kind of silly dog wears shorts? I don't think I've ever seen a dog in shorts."
Stacey reached down, and pulled off Connor's shorts and boxers. Connor was left naked on the floor, and to Nick's amazement, he was highly aroused.
"What's this?" Stacey asked, as her hand wandered toward Connor's erection. "It looks like this dog has quite the bone."
Connor yelped, and humped at her hand from the ground. Whatever magic she was using had clearly altered his thought process - like a horny dog, he was trying to grind his dick into anything that could offer him satisfaction.
"BAD DOG," Stacey shouted, and Connor let out a pitiful whine from the floor. "I certainly am not going to help you take care of that, not after the way you were talking about women. Only good dogs get to cum, and you're not a good dog."
"Not yet at least."
Nick looked on in fascination as his friend's throbbing erection. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been curious what his friend's equipment looked like, and now he understood why Connor's was so confident with women. Connor's dick was massive - nearly nine inches long and pulsing dark purple with urgency. As he was frozen in place, forced to watch the unnatural spectacle before him, Nick couldn't help but start to get hard himself looking at Connor's throbbing member "Do you want to be a good boy for me?" Stacey asked. Still splayed on the hotel carpet, Connor yelped his affirmation. Indeed, whenever Stacey called him a good boy, his dick seized in excitement and a small drop of pre dripped from the tip. It was clear he had a thing for puppy play. Stacey got down on her knees herself, and whispered seductively in Connor's ear as her hand wandered back down toward his erection.
"Are you sure you want to be a good boy?"
Connor positively whined with urgency as he humped the air, desperate for any sort of manipulation. Stacey laughed as he whined and panted, withholding the touch he so desperately wanted.
"OK. A good boy waited. Time to get your treat."
Connor's dick started to twitch as she lightly ran her fingers over his balls and up toward his veiny erection. But as she started to jerk him off, the color of his erection changed from a dark purple to a bright and brilliant red, with a large, unnatural bulb starting to form in the middle of it.
The change spread outward from there - his balls grew larger, and turned a dark brown. And more alarming still, fur started to spread outward from Connor's groin, over his stomach and up his chest, giving him the brown and black coloring of a German Shepherd.
As Stacey continued to tug at his cock, Connor's limbs started to reshape. His hands and feet shrunk and turned into paws. And as he panted away, his face changed, too - his tongue lengthened, his nose dropped and an unmistakable snout formed on his face.
In a matter of 30 seconds, Connor had been completely transformed into a very horny German Shepherd dog.
"Holy fucking shit," Nick thought to himself. "What kind of magic is this?"
To his surprise, Stacey answered him out loud. "It's a little something that runs in my family, Nick. I try not to show it off on the first date, but your friend here pissed me off. Probably not the smartest thing, but it happens from time to time."
She withdrew her hand from the dog's penis, and wiped it dismissively on her jeans. Connor let out a frustrated whine and continued to hump the air.
"Nick, you can speak again."
Nick let out a gasp, and looked at her angrily. "What the fuck did you do to him?"
"Nothing permanent. Give it 24 hours and he'll wake up as his usual charming self. But if he's going to call all women bitches, well, I'm going to show him what it's like to be a dog. Albeit a VERY sexually frustrated one."
As she rose and brushed herself off, Stacey considered Nick in a new light. "But that does leave the question what to do with you."
"With me?" Nick sputtered.
"You can't exactly leave," she said "You'd tell people a story and prompt a whole lot of questions that I can't really answer. But at the same time, you didn't really do anything to deserve punishment yourself."
Stacey glanced down and Nick's shorts, where his erection was still straining at his boxers.
"Oh, but this is interesting." She gave him a quick pat, and laughed. "Maybe instead of punishing you, I can give you something you want"
"What, what do you mean?" Nick asked.
"C'mon, Nick," Stacey said. "I saw the way you looked at Connor. And I saw the way you looked at me when we got back to the hotel - you were jealous of me, not him! Women aren't really your thing are they?"
"I mean, they are. I've had girlfriends! It just has never worked... I, I never really..."
Stacey cut him off.
"It's OK. There's nothing wrong with liking men. I mean, I clearly do."
Nick turned a dark shade of red.
"But, I don't want to BE with Connor!"
Stacey pulled down the waistband of his boxer shorts. "This whole situation going on here says differently."
Nick sighed, frustrated. "I was just curious. It didn't mean anything! I don't want to be, I mean, I'm NOT gay!"
Stacey sidled over to him and whispered in his ear. "But that's the thing, Nick. I can make it so you don't have to be."
Before Nick could protest, Stacey's hand reached down his shorts and grabbed his penis. With a yelp, he felt it start to change. But unlike her effect on Connor, his dick wasn't growing. It was shrinking away, leaving a slit in its place.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?" he croaked, trying to find his voice.
"Shh, shh, shh." Stacey replied, stroking his stomach. "Be a good girl."
Nick slumped to the floor as the changes started to take over his body. To his surprise, it didn't hurt. It just felt like tremendous pressure as his body reshaped to take on a canine form. As a ridge of brown fur ran down his back to the base of his spine, he felt his fear fade away. His thoughts simplified and he looked up with affection at the woman petting him. As his tail emerged, completing the transformation, he was unmistakably a Rhodesian ridgeback dog.
"There, there. It's going to be OK." Stacey said, rising again to her feet again to inspect her handiwork.
By now, Connor was off the floor and up on all fours, his erection bobbing lewdly beneath. Stacey turned to him, and assumed her commanding tone again.
"Connor, if you want any help with that, you're going to have to be a gentleman for a change."
He whined pitifully, before padding toward Nick, who was clearly a bit skittish around the larger dog. Stacey bent down and urged her forward.
"C'mon girl. Go say hello."
Nick tentatively walked toward Connor, tail wagging slowly behind her. It attracted the big dog's attention to the fact that his friend was now clearly, unmistakably female. And by the looks of it, ready to breed.
Connor made a beeline toward Nick's rear, and without warning, started licking at her exposed sex. Nick yelped and tried to dart, but found Stacey blocking her path.
"It's OK girl," she cooed. "I know your first time is always a bit scary, particularly with someone as, uh, big as Connor. But trust me on this. It's going to feel incredible. And I know it's what you want."
As the German Shepherd continued to lap away, Nick's arousal grew. The German Shepherd's tongue was irresistible. Nick had had a few blowjobs as a man, but this was different. The more Connor licked, the more Nick itched. She wanted him - she needed him - deeper. Instinctively, she moved her tail aside to allow him better access.
Connor didn't need another invitation. Denied an orgasm for hours, his balls were churning, his dick was dripping and he was desperate to unload. Before Nick even knew what happened, Connor jumped on her back.
The dog version of Connor seemed equally adept as the man -- it only took him a few thrusts to find his mark. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, he frantically began to hump at his mate.
Stacey continued to hold Nick in place, but it was clear she needed no more encouragement. The ridgeback's own whines made it clear she was in heaven too, as she humped back against her new mate. Though Nick was hardly thinking rationally in his female form, he knew this was his purpose. He was happy to be satisfying his big, strong friend and he clenched desperately at Connor's knot, trying them give both the satisfaction they both wanted.
Stacey patted the ridgeback on the head. "You were kind enough to give us some privacy last night, so while you two go at it, I guess I can return the favor."
She looked at Connor as he hunched away, his balls slapping audibly against Nick's rear.
"Connor, I doubt you're in any state to appreciate the poetic justice, but you finally got to fuck an actual bitch."
Neither dog could understand Stacey any more, and they didn't care - they were far too focused on their own pleasure to even notice as she gathered her things and slipped out the door. With a howl, Connor unloaded jet after jet of bubbling cum into Nick. As his insides filled, Nick came hard on Connor's knot, which kept the two friends locked into place. And as the two dogs caught their breath after their orgasms, Nick knew he had never felt so complete.