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She seemed to read his thoughts and wetted a finger, which she stroked along his newly-reinstated organ. He felt - as she must have - that it was covered with felt.

"Does it feel real?" she asked, all of her fingers now wet and stroking back and forth, back and forth with the practised rhythm that made her the best girlfriend ever. The grooves between her fingers gave him the feeling that he was fucking. Only one important element of that was missing: his own autonomy.

If only I could move my hips more, he thought, desperately trying to dispel the feeling of pins-and-needles by grinding. It was almost unbearable. "It... uh..." he panted and tried again. "Not quite, but it's good. Oh babe, are you sure you don't want me to fuck you?"

A cheeky, bright eye. "You're talking me 'round." She looked so hot, skin pink and glowing from the bath and her dark hair slightly wet and draped over her shoulders like exotic tendrils.

Blood to the bull! Pinkmoon turned his head to her, locked on to her gaze and gave her his best patter. "Go on," he said, filling his voice with all the fun of I-dare-you. "Can you imagine what it'd feel like? You can even keep me half-fuzzy if you like. Go on, I bet you're crazy for it!"

Her eyes looked even brighter. She bit her lip and changed her grip on him.

"Go on! I'm your dirty little puppy-dog!"

Concentrating, she changed him.

And Pinkmoon... Pinkmoon felt himself become heavier. His hind legs pulled down under their own weight but not just that: the joints became more sophisticated. He could feel the snake and snap of structures under the surface. How much they resembled what he'd seen in biology books he couldn't tell, but they let him waggle his legs and flex a bit more. He felt his tail dangle from the end of his spine. And more, he felt it as nerve endings developed under his fuzzy skin.

He flexed again and realised that his body was still very much in canine form. Interesting. Getting more meaty but no more human. He tried to blink and realised he couldn't. "Are you getting better at this? Changing exactly how you turn me, I mean?"

She nodded. "I'm getting the hang of it."

He looked down to see what she'd done with his penis. Still wrapped in a sheath, still with the end sticking out. It wasn't quite shiny but it'd become more real.

And bigger. "Thanks, babe."

"Oh, I'm doing us both a favour." She put him down.

Pinkmoon gathered his limbs beneath him. The pins-and-needles still fizzed slightly in his limbs and he could feel that although he'd gained in weight he wasn't very much heavier. The extra weight had more to do with size. He looked down at his paws with pride: I'm a big plushie! Why, he wouldn't have looked out of place hanging at the back of one of those coconut shies at a funfair. Bigger than a child and the envy of everyone who walked past.

Everyone wanted to give one of those giant plushes a hug, didn't they?

Chyenne's eyes were wide; she looked amazed at her handiwork. Well, here was one lady who'd get more than just a hug from this plush. How wet was her pussy going to be by now, after a good couple of hours of her favourite foreplay?

"So what am I going to do with you?" he asked with pride, and walked in a slow circle around her seated self. Yes: his voice had become stronger. Still no saliva, though. "I'm thinking that you've kept me in doggy shape for a reason." He stopped behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Would I be right?"

She stroked his head and he felt that his flesh still had a certain amount of 'give'. "Yeah, I guess you would be."

"Hot and ready, babe."

"So are you saying you want me to stand for you like this?" she asked, shrugged off the towel and posing on her hands and knees. And there she was, his girlfriend: available, pink and open. Ready, oh so ready!

Oh, that just- ah! Pinkmoon didn't say anything, just mounted her. He felt the light swish of his tail and the big curves of the fronts of his knees as they jostled their way around her thighs. And as he pushed his groin closer to her he marvelled at the way dogs' forelegs were built. Perfect for gripping like this. His pawpads felt thick as he pressed them into the crease between her thighs and body.

He could feel his cock growing and stiffening, sliding further and further out of his sheath as it did. That feeling was a pleasure all of its own and if he hadn't been fast running out of patience he'd have climbed down to watch it. As the tip brushed between her lips he realised that he'd been right: her pussy was wet and slippery as his darkest dreams.

Something felt different, though, and it gave him cause to catch his breath just as it did Fox. But it was she who mentioned it first.

"Oh god, that feels weird!"

Good weird, he thought but paused anyway for her. "It's because it's covered with felt."

"Mm. Can you put it in any deeper?" she asked, stepping her legs further apart.

"Oh, you like that?" He pushed his groin harder against her butt and tried to work the muscles controlling his dick. Out, out... Mmm, and out. He felt the stretch as he pushed it to his limit and stopped for a moment to hear the insanely hard pounding of his heart. "How's that, babe? Is that good?" He gave her a lick on the back of the neck before he knew what he was doing.

"Heh, there's more of the dog in you than I thought!"

"You're a great one to talk!"

"Just fuck me."

So he did. He held on to her and plunged his way deep inside again and again, leaning a long way forward over her back as his new body dictated. He savoured the curve of his back as much as the pure ecstasy of finally being able to give vent to his urge. Sometimes he lowered his muzzle to the space between her shoulders and just breathed, his brain buzzing with vitality as he had quite literally the roughest sex of his life.

She really was wet. So wet she not only coated his dick from root to tip but gave him a wet groin. He wondered how her pussy felt - invaded with a textured cock and pounded at by the softest, fluffiest groin imaginable.

He'd ask. Later.

He felt close to cumming. "Where do you want it, Fox?" he asked between deep, panting breaths. He shifted his grip and pounded at a slightly different angle as he waited for her to respond.

"Inside me." Her voice was husky, sexy. The command was enough to make...

His forelegs pinched her waist as his whole body convulsed with his orgasm. His body had become a tool for pure instinct and he simply felt, as it did what it needed to do to ride out the pinnacle of his lust. Waves of ecstasy poured through him like hot water in his veins, shifting his body muscle by muscle and pouring out of his cock in a stream.

His swollen cock felt more engorged than ever. He gritted his teeth with the sensation of it. He felt huge. Really huge.

No no- really huge.

Oh, wait... What was that thing that happened to dogs again?

"Uh, honey?" Chyenne said over her shoulder and wiggled away from him before he could stop her.

"What?" he asked. He sat on his haunches and tried to get his bearings over what was happening, all of a sudden. Only, he already knew, didn't he? One part of his brain told him exactly what was going on while another part insisted it couldn't be, because that was just scary and weird, and that his body shouldn't be doing most of the things it was doing right now anyway.

Chyenne looked down. And so did he, beyond his dangling forepaws and beyond the pussy-juice-slick oval of fur on his belly. Once he looked down, the evidence was hard to miss.

"You're knotted!"

"Yes," he said numbly and leaned back onto the support his tail offered so that he could take a better look at what was happening to his genitals.

It felt like a localised, extra-intense erection about half-way up his length. The part of his brain not up for this still bleated its horror at his new, weird swollen state. The other half luxuriated in the heat of sex, a heat that hadn't disappeared with his orgasm.

Slowly, he brought himself around to the idea that this was okay. And once he realised that it was okay, he realised it felt awesome.

Fox had turned around and still stood on all fours. His willing, ready mate. "D'you want me to do anything with that?" she asked in that quiet purr he loved so much. He looked at her, at the enticing size of her pupils, the way her lips were slightly open. He scented her arousal.

He knew where he wanted to be.

"I want it in you," he said quietly and went around behind her. He mounted her and pushed the narrow tip of his cock inside again with a pleasured groan.

He felt her tummy as best he could with his forepaws. "It feels really strange," he murmured in her ear. "Good, but strange."

"How good?" she asked, quiet now that she'd hitched on to his mood.

So Pinkmoon told her.

"It's like I'm still having an orgasm. My cock's sensitive but not too much. It feels just so good to be inside you." He tried to caress her again. His joints didn't bend at the right angle to do it but it had to do. "And babe, I've got that wanna-be-close-to-you thing people get right after sex. It's really strong and it's not letting up and I just want to be as near you as possible." He pushed at her pussy. His knot meant he couldn't get it in any further. It didn't feel like enough. "I'm dying to be inside you."

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He felt and heard her laugh a little. "It'll feel like fisting."

That's what he'd thought. "Think you can manage, babe?"

"Try me."

Pinkmoon stepped closer to her, gathered her butt hard against his hips and pushed. The knot was as hard as it was sensitive and he felt the resistance. But just subtly he could feel that this was going to work.

Her breath went tense. She held it, she gasped and he even heard it shudder at one point, but she was too wet for the resistance to be a real problem. And she'd been prepared by his fucking, so that although as he pushed her muscles strained, they stretched to accommodate him and with a rush of satisfaction that made him want to howl it slipped inside.

Bliss. Bliss so intense it made his ribs hurt. He draped himself on her back and felt the pleasure pulse in the back of his head. He was going to love this girl forever. Totally and utterly. He didn't dare thrust in case it popped back out but then, he didn't really want to. All he wanted was the closeness, the utter and intense closeness, the ability to touch and hold and kiss her. And to feel the weight and swell of his enlarged cock inside her.

And that was how they stayed for a time that later, Pinkmoon found he couldn't measure. It was an eternity that didn't last anywhere near long enough. It was a secret time, a time with few words but endless communication.

Chyenne kept herself open for him, available and luscious in that way only she could be and full of him. Three or four times she reached between her legs and rubbed herself to orgasm. He felt the extra heat and the spasm of climax and lost himself completely in his adoration of her.

And as his knot finally subsided Brian decided he would definitely become Pinkmoon again.

xXx

Pinkmoon chuckled as he trotted along. The hilarity gripped him and soon enough he was laughing too hard even to walk, so he stopped and let himself rock with mirth, sitting so that his rattling shoulders wouldn't be so much of a problem. It was probably a good thing nobody was around because if they had, they'd see a giant plushy toy with freakishly realistic moving parts. The reaction of the kids at the summer festival would be fun, though.

Chyenne stopped and waited for him. He felt her play with the leash, perhaps impatient to get to the festival. From down here all he could see - unless he cricked his neck - was her knees and everything further down. Which was a nice sight: quite apart from the fact that he liked her legs, she'd dressed up in a red-and-white polkadot vintage-style dress, heels even he had to admit were cute and giant sunglasses. He looked up to share his giggles with her and enjoy the view.

"Nearly done, Pinkmoon?" she asked haughtily. Chyenne never liked to be kept waiting but her impatience went down well today. Her subtle red-lipsticky smirk totally won him over.

"We don't to be late," he answered and stood up again.

And off they trotted to a field full of bands on stages, excitable clubbers, relaxing families, food stalls and a very convenient posse of furries in suits.

xXx

"Oh, he looks amazing!" said some girl with UV paint smeared on her cheeks and a blonde up-do that had started to come undone. She picked Pinkmoon up to give him a cuddle.

"Thanks," Fox laughed demurely.

Pinkmoon suppressed a grin as he gently hugged her back.

The girl squeaked and held him at arms' length. "I think he just..." then she seemed to think better of it. "Uh... never mind," she mumbled, put him carefully down and sidled away.

Fox and Pinkmoon watched her rejoin her friends. "She thought she hallucinated that, didn't she?" Fox said, perched on the picnic rug like the prettiest of strawberry cupcakes.

"Yep," he said. Then went quiet.

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, it would be very bad of you," she said and sipped a little more of her perry through a straw. Her sunglasses and the pursing of her lips helped her to maintain the deadpan expression that was making this so much fun.

"That's why I want to do it."

She unplugged from her drink. "Want your lead off?"

He leaned subtly towards her. "Go on then."

She unclipped him and went back to enjoying her drink and the shade and the joyful surroundings. Pinkmoon knew, though, that she relished this mischief as much as he did. It was just that she had to be the straightwoman.

He cleared his throat, stood up and trotted over to the group.

"Oh my god!" she blurted.

Pinkmoon barked, skipped in that funny way he'd seen dogs do sometimes and dropped down into a play-bow. "Woof!" And he wagged his tail to complete the effect.

"I told you! I swear, it hugged me!"

A skinny lad with an asymmetrical haircut rubbed his eyes. "It looks like a toy."

"It is a toy!"

"Well, it can't be if it hugged you."

Pinkmoon barked again and rolled onto his back. Dare you to rub my tummy! His tail thumped on the grass.

One of the other girls looked confused. "If it's a toy then why's it got a willy?"

"I don't know. Make it look extra-realistic?"

"Yeah," she said with a touch of sarcasm in her voice. "That'll be why they made it pink and black."

Pinkmoon got to his feet and waited, tail waving merrily, for some more reaction. None came, except for more fear-tinged bemusement. Eventually he gave up and trotted back to Chyenne where he sat down in sphinx position and became still, like a normal plushie.

The lad said something that he didn't hear properly from this distance but might have been, "These are really good tabs."

Heh heh heh.

The group drifted away towards a dance tent, leaving Chyenne and Pinkmoon alone. After a few seconds Chyenne picked up the plushie and let him rest in her lap.

He glanced up at her. "I'm guessing you want me to do this?" He put a velvety paw under her skirt.

"Mmm hmm," she said blankly from behind her sunglasses and picked up her bottle again to sip.

"If you think what I think you're thinking, that would be very bad of us."

She swallowed. "That's why I want you to do it. Be quiet now," she added under her breath. "That couple over there think I'm talking to myself."

"Okay. I'll just work my magic, then."

That earned a chuckle under Fox's breath.

Pinkmoon kept his head and shoulders still as he gently pawed at his girlfriend. People walked past, cooing at him as they went, and as Chyenne fielded compliments about him he stroked her nub. It wettened and he both felt, and shielded public view of, Chyenne's belly and legs tensing and relaxing as his skilled paw turned her on. He regretted that he didn't have a long, dextrous finger to use to play with her, but he decided he'd fill her with something else later.

With the instinctive touch of an experienced lover he noticed the moment her orgasm became imminent. She leaned back on her hands and pretended to stretch as he put the felt of his pawpad up against her clit and gave it the final firm rub. Her husky little sighs and the subtle jerks of her muscles were music to his nylon ears.

THE END.