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Part 4

As anyone who's ever had one would attest to - a wet dream is not a proper release. It is purely and unfortunately practical and does nothing to satisfy your desire. As far as feeling horny goes, it doesn't even count as having cum. Edward lamented the fact that Tera's curse seemed to disagree as he pinched his fluffy tail, hesitating at the feeling of his new appendage being touched. So, it was true. It wasn't all just in his head. He had cum in his sleep and now had a real, actual tail - attached to his spine! He grabbed it firmly and pulled, gentle at first, then hard enough that it prompted a very canine yelp from his throat.

"Definitely mine", he said aloud. Any thoughts he had entertained about just getting it chopped off were stifled by the realisation that it was a genuine part of his own body. As he stroked down its length with the grain of his tufty, brown fur - he began to panic. How could he be sure this was the only change?! He shot from the bed and span around in front of the full-body length mirror on his wardrobe.

Visually scouring every ounce of his naked form, Edward was surprised to see that his tail obligingly lifted as the notion of checking his butt cheeks occurred to him. It behaved like he'd always had it - like any other limb, it just seemed... natural. The fur had sprouted in reddish-brown, with flecks of black on the topside along the tail's length - stopping just beyond where it met his lower back. He swished it around like a helicopter, tracking it playfully with his eyes. He was almost proud of his mastery over this new body part.

He indulged a while longer, twisting in the mirror, and wagging his tail. It felt good - sort of similar to a smile that you can't help but embrace, but also slightly... erotic. Edward froze. He faced forward and looked at his genitals. His foreskin was pulling back slightly, and he could see his testicles churning in their sack. He pinched his arm painfully and reminded himself of the reality he was facing. The 'rules' were still in effect and wagging his tail like a dog was only going to start things off again. He needed to get to college - it might at least distract him from this new plaything.

Snatching a pair of boxers from a drawer, he slid them on - realising as they got half way up his legs, that his tail might make some things more difficult. He looked down as his scrunched up furry tip was protruding out, sandwiched to his inner thigh and tickling his balls - no good. Not willing to be defeated - he reached to a shelf above his desk, grabbing some scissors. He cut a ragged hole underneath the elastane waist band at their rear and pulled his underwear on again, carefully feeding his tail through the opening. Not the most comfortable, but it would keep his tail from tickling his penis at least. He donned some trousers and a shirt, shook himself and proceeded to the doorway - feeling confident in his solution.

Edward stopped mid-stride, reaching for the handle.

"Fuck sake."

He reflected that the sense of achievement had caused his tail to bash around happily in his trouser-leg, and now he was stood with a steadily inflating penis and a conspicuous wriggling lump at the seat of his pants that _anyone_would notice. He hadn't even left his room yet and he was already losing the fight against the horny canine inside his mind. Reaching for some sticky tape, he worried that his confidence might be misplaced.

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Edward took stock. He'd made it through to the end of lunch, only the afternoon to go, though his lust had been steadily ramping up throughout the day - together with the doggish mannerisms that fuelled it. When going to pee, he'd automatically cocked his leg and then struggled to get the stream out as his cock hardened in response, ending up late for a lecture. Things were becoming more difficult to manage. He hated walking around with his tail tied to one leg and had taken to a constant rumbling growl that peaked each time he took a step forward on the side his tail was taped to.

Nathan and Edward had crossed paths a few times, each acknowledging the other with a nod but not stopping to chat after yesterday's fraught exchange. Tera was nowhere to be seen. Probably for the best.

He slowly lowered his behind onto a nearby bench, ensuring that his tail found a relatively snug place in the groove of his buttocks before placing his full weight down. A misjudged tail-stubbing incident earlier on had taught him the importance of this. He rustled through his bag, retrieving the folded timetable and scanning it for the afternoon's schedule.

"Really?!" He felt a cold tingle run over his shoulders and his leg began to nervously bounce on the ball of his foot. "Grrf-fucking house football. Of all the days... wrff."

The college traditionally ran an annual football tournament, where every student had to represent their assigned 'house' in at least one game. More stupid rules. Edward gritted his teeth and forced his leg still; his mind was already awash with the impossible task he'd have hiding his tail in a pair of shorts. He relaxed his jaw and consoled himself. It's fine, he thought. He would just go and tell the coach that he'd forgotten his kit - he could sign up for the next game instead. And by then he'd either be back to normal... or be a dog and not be eligible to compete anyway, he wryly reconciled.

"Great plan", he beamed - his tail straining to wag against his leg in concurrence.

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"Easy. Go in nice and early, bit of humility, show enthusiasm for the team. Football coaches love that shit. Then I go home. Done." Edward muttered to himself, tapping out a beat on his thigh impatiently as he made for the changing rooms.

He opened the heavy door to the boys' - a familiar mix of limescale, damp, body odour and chlorine filling his nostrils.

"Coach?!"

He sidled around the corner, dodging the long changing bench, and passed the offshoot entrance to the communal showers. He filled his lungs to shout again.

"Eager to hit the pitch, eh, Barter?"

Edward span at the gruff mention of his surname to see Coach having appeared behind him. He wondered for a second why no coach he'd ever met seemed capable of using first names. Manlier he supposed? Or maybe more chummy - like a nick name? He shrugged.

"Yes, Coach... but..." Edward paused to inject some disappointment into his tone, then continued, "I forgot my kit and I've already checked with lost property - there's nothing in my size..."

"That's a damn shame Barter. But don't sound so down over it - we've got subs and we could use you in next week's team, eh?"

"Is that alright?" Edward didn't even have to fake a smile. This was easy. All according to plan. "I'd love to play the game next w-..."

The sound of the heavy door clanging open and a rabble of rowdy boys filtering into the cavernous, tiled room echoed down the hall. Edward lost his concentration.

"Good. You know the drill - that's all I need to hear! Sounds like the boys are here anyway. Are we done, Barter?"

"Y-yes Coach." Edward stuttered as Coach nodded and stormed off, shouting macho inspirational jargon over the ambient racket. Exhale. Everything was going smoothly, he thought - now to head back out...

"Ah! Adrian! You..." Edward flinched at the sight of one his would-be teammates, striding into the thoroughfare, completely naked.

"Hey Barter - you not playing? Shame."

"Yeah, I forgot... my..." Edward couldn't help but peer at the boy's ample dick. Cut, straight and shaven. And that smooth, muscular torso - he probably waxed too...

"Your kit? No worries, bro. I've got this game covered. Catch you later."

The chunky jock boy peeled off into the shower room just before reaching Edward, who'd forgotten where he was standing and continued to stare. He pulled his panting tongue back into his mouth and made a hurried pace toward the exit. Why did fucking hot, muscular Adrian have his stupid before-match shower ritual?! Why today? His butt looks so round and firm and...

"Ruff-rrh."

STOP thinking about his butt... How many kickbacks did he do to get it like that? So pert and... imagine sniffing that... STOP. Edward's pace quickened down the through-hall as he retracted his tongue into his stuffy mouth for the second time and ignored the violent wagging in the seat of his pants. He cornered into the main changing area and was overwhelmed.

Upwards of twenty well-built boys in various stages of undress populated the room, bantering and bashing into one another. Their burly physiques rippling and their scents filling the damp air. Edward's eyes darted about, registering around eight dicks of every shape and even more great, beefy bubble-butts. He wrestled his glare to the floor and hung his head to hide the eager panting that he could no longer hope to control. It was at least ten metres across the room, through a thick gauze of male musk. His cock was straining in his boxers, dampening a patch near the pocket of his trousers with copious precum, while his riotous tail was threatening to free itself from the sticky-tape restraint.

He tried to breathe slowly and imagine something else. The door was right there - just a few steps away... and then he could relax and sniff some butts. NO! His tail lost it, shaking his entire body as it begged him to play with the other boys and get a good whiff of them.

Edward put the brakes on his escape plan. He knew he'd be on all fours, barking and humping some guy's leg before he made it to that door - it wasn't worth the risk.

With some reluctance, panting and hunched forward, Edward span on his heels and bolted back into the tiled corridor - aiming for the showers. Just as he reached them, clenched paw-hands covering the moist tent in his trousers, Adrian appeared - blocking the doorway. The jock was wet all over, his plump pecs glistening, moisture dripping from his manhood and... Edward almost crashed into him.

"Jesus fuck Barter! Watch yourself there."

"Wruff!"

"You what?"

"Grrgh-wrrf - nothing! Wrrf..."

Adrian creased his brow and walked by, as Edward scurried to hide in the corner of the showers, mostly obscured by a waist-level modesty wall as he fell forward onto his hands and knees. All he could do was hope that no-one else was planning on a pre-match shower, as his hips bucked and drove his throbbing cock against the inside of his boxers.

He imagined sniffing the jock boy's butts. Pictured himself sitting neatly at their feet like a good dog. Being petted and scratched behind the ears. Sticking his nose up under their sweaty ball-sacks and drinking in their scent. Panting and licking at their maleness. The pressure in his cock and sack grew to outrageous levels and it took all of his willpower just to hold back the gravelly barks and growls that swelled in his throat. He could hear the boys stampeding past the showers toward the pitch and prayed no-one would see him like this. Still, he couldn't stop humping the air.

The room fell silent, but for the rustling of Edward's clothes as he furiously undulated his hips back and forth. His instincts had driven him to despair and he had already admitted defeat. Any effort he could muster was now to be spent on obtaining release - as quickly as possible. Somewhere deep down, he tried to tell himself it was a tactical wank, to calm him down so he could escape - but that was far from the truth. He was at the mercy of his ravenous cock.

Without any grace, he rolled onto his back and began savagely clawing at his waistband, pushing his trousers down inch by inch, to gain access to his cock. He couldn't undo his belt with his clenched hands and pushing it down over his straining member was painful - but necessary. As soon as it was free of his trousers, the thick, pulsing dick sprang up and slapped his abdomen so hard it could have winded him. His tail broke free from his leg and curled up tensed, dusting his impossibly tight scrotum with its fur.

Paw-hands on either side of his maleness and pelvis thrusting wildly, he pumped himself to climax as best he could, splashing his own face with warm, white cum.

"Awwrruuuffff wrufff wrrrff ruff... aghh..."

An exhausted, panting Edward caught himself licking up the cum that had splashed near his mouth, stopping immediately as his horniness subsided and his senses began to return to him. His tail enjoyed a moment of rest, his thoughts cleared, and he brought himself slowly to two feet. The breathless boy mentally surveyed himself, trousers round his ankles and drenched in his own seed.

"What am I supposed to do?" He questioned out loud, leaning down to pull his trousers back up.

But he couldn't. His hands were numb and would not unclench this time. Bringing them to his face for a closer look, he saw that they weren't even clenched at all. They simply weren't hands. He caught sight of the thin, black-padded and clawed paws that now capped his forearms - just as a fine coating of brownish fur burst through his skin and covered them.

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Part 5

After a minute or two spent fighting back tears and desperately trying to flex his non-existent fingers, Edward took a number of deep breaths and examined his priorities. Number one: do not get caught half-naked, half-dog with a hard-on in the boys' changing room. He kicked off his trousers - he could no longer pull them up anyway, let alone operate a belt - and crept toward the exit, grabbing a towel in his mouth on route. Perhaps he could use it to cover his privates and hide his tail... somehow - or maybe it'd be easier to cover his face and just accept that he'd see reports of an anonymous indecent dog-man on the evening news? An angry growl started as the cycle began anew with a tingle at his cock-base, probably because he was using his mouth to pick things up - just like a dog might.

Reaching the exit, the growling got louder as he assessed the spherical door-knob, before checking his new paws and wondering whether they'd be able to work it. Don't these kinds of doors usually have handles?! It didn't matter now - he began to tussle with the knob, placing a paw pad on each side and attempting to conjure enough grip to rotate it. Hearing a click in the locking mechanism, his tail began to wag all by itself. Slowly... carefully... he angled his clumsy paws forward a little and tried to pull. His tail drooped as the pads lost traction and slipped free from the knob, which rotated and locked once more.

Edward went through this same routine almost a dozen times, even trying to fit his human jaw around the door-knob to no avail, before collapsing in frustration - back turned to the impossible barrier. He'd been getting steadily more turned on by the repeated action of his tail wagging when he'd thought he was almost free.

A moment of moping later, he heard the same click from the door. Who was it? How could he let them see him like this?! He scurried a few feet away to the changing bench and put his paws over his face in futility. An agonisingly long second later, he peered back from his slumped position to see a familiar face emerge from behind the barricade.

"Nate!"

He sprang from the floor and greeted his friend, tail whipping his sides with happiness and dick visibly hardening. The elated boy brought his black pads to his friend's chest, pawing at him affectionately.

Nathan was just about to question the state of his half-naked and partially deformed friend when Edward began lapping at his face with his tongue. He spat and recoiled, leaving Edward dispirited.

"Pttthhht-ugh! Stop it Ted!"

"Wwwrrrruff- sorry, I couldn't help it - I'm so happy to see you. You can't imagine."

"I don't need to", Nathan motioned his head down at Edward's inflated phallus, stood proud and dribbling. "And what about these... paws?"

Edward's expression soured as he let his paws fall loosely to his sides.

"I already told you before... and this too...", he cocked his tail to the side, hoisting it aloft for Nate to view.

"Fucking hell. Tera did this to you?"

"Uh-huh-rrrff."

Edward was fighting his building arousal and desire to bark at every turn. He reflected on how much more difficult it was to avoid behaving like a dog when you have paws and a tail.

"I'm sorry... for not believing you Ted."

Edward's sour expression brightened a little.

"It's wrrrf-alright, I wouldn't believe it either if not for..." He held his stiff, furry paws up and interrupted himself by whining - then sunk back down to the bench.

Without thinking, Nathan patted the top of his head once - hesitated, and then did so again.

"It's good, bro. We're definitely gonna make Tera change you back."

"One - he did it to himself. And two - I'd like to see you try", Tera taunted as she slunk into the changing room, door slamming behind her. She was dressed in a seductively tight black top; her signature short skirt and a red baseball cap with a picture of a feather on it. Flung over her shoulder was a conspicuous orange shoulder bag that she immediately unburdened herself of.

Edward began a low-pitch growl at her arrival, even snapping with his human teeth.

"Tera - whatever this was, it's got to stop." Nate sternly asserted.

"Says who? Look at fluffy little Teddy there - he makes such a good dog. Don't you, boy? Huh?"

Edward's tail began to wag, and his bulbous dick strained harder. He hated himself for enjoying her condescension, whining as he fought back his obedient impulse to bark in agreement.

"And it looks like he's gotten started on the next bit too!" Tera pointed mockingly at Edward's bouncing maleness. "So exciting! I wonder when he'll get his cute whiskery muzzle?"

Edward whined louder, now battling his paws as they forced their way toward his groin.

"Screw this. Come on Ted, she's fucked in the head. We need to go find a doctor or something."

"Ha HA! Really, Nate?! Does it look like a doctor can help him? You're funny... and you know what? You're not going anywhere..." Tera sneered as she reached a hand into her pocket.

Edward saw the same glow he'd seen before, emanating faintly from the pocket stitching, and tried to warn his friend.

"Wrrf! Grrghh-rrff-Nate! Don't let her-rrrgh touch you-rrf!"

Tera nimbly tapped Nathan's hand before he could retreat and spoke in a deadpan voice, "First off, 'if Nathan tries to leave without my permission, he will undress instead until he's wearing nothing'. That'll do."

"What? That's stupid - you don't control me, Tera."

With a defiant glare locked on the girl, Nathan pulled his shirt up and over his head and lowered his trousers - kicking them off fully.

"See?" Nathan asked, chest puffed out and wearing only his boxers and socks.

Tera cracked up, her laughter bursting past her lips. She returned to her deadpan scowl.

"Yep - I see... Door's over there, Nate."

Nathan broke his stare and looked at the door, supremely confused.

"Uhh-right... yeah. Come on Ted, we're leaving."

Edward's glance tracked from a smug-looking Tera, to his stunned friend.

"Wrrf? Nate?"

Nathan removed both of his socks and promptly pulled down his boxers, face contorting with the befuddlement of someone that just put their phone away in the fridge.

"Uhhm - why did..."

"There we go!" Tera praised the naked boy, clapping in condescension.

Edward, now panting with the exertion of keeping his paws away from his privates, looked at his beguiled friend with pity, paying particular attention to his plump rear. He was relieved that Nate didn't exactly do it for him - but was undeniably tempted to sniff that butt.

"I don't know why I... I don't understand." Nate looked himself up and down.

"There's nothing left to take off, Nate - door's just there... You leaving or what?"

"But... that leads straight into the college and I'm... naked."

"Well observed. So, you'll stay, yeah?"

Nathan reached for his discarded clothes - eager to dress himself and try for the door again. "Do I have a choice?" He muttered rhetorically.

"Always. Although... 'for every piece of clothing Nathan puts on, he will become ten times as horny'."

Tera skipped forward and poked Nate's shoulder, nimbly twirling back as he recoiled.

"I prefer you boys hard... like Teddy over there - what a picture!"

Nate straightened up, boxers in hand, and lifted a leg to put them on.

"And... Nate?" Tera waited for Nate to respond to his name with a look, before abruptly hoisting her black top from her waist to her chin - flashing her perfect pert breasts. "...Just to get you started."

Nate's mouth hung open as he froze in place on one foot. He blinked and regained his composure, a slight rush building at the base of his shaft, and continued pulling up his boxers.

"Fuck off Tera - you're flattering yourself if you think that-..."

Nate's words caught in his throat as his boxers slid into place and blood rushed to his groin. The pressure built all at once, as if someone had pressed fast forward on his erection - stretching his boxers to a point in seconds.

"If I think thaaat..."

"If... you think..." Nate trailed off while nervously poking his unruly dick as if it didn't belong to him.

"I _think,_Nate... that your cock is just a toy for me to play with - you horny pup."

Nate, now trembling at the reality of the situation, looked up from his engorged manhood.

"What do you want, Tera?"

"To have some fun with you boys, obviously. Right, Teddy?"

Momentarily distracted, Edward's concentration broke, allowing his paws to shoot to his crotch and begin a frenzied attempt at jacking himself off.

"Wrof! Rrrff - no-o-o!"

Edward barked as his black pads scrubbed his shaft, voice quaking while his whole body shook with the force of his frenetic wanking. Nate's face contorted in horror at the sight of his friend's devolving attempts to pleasure himself.

"Teddy gets it!... Anyway - let's make things a bit more exciting for you as well. What about... 'Any part of Nathan's body that isn't covered by his clothes will sprout fur... oh! Apart from his dick, obviously', yeah? Wouldn't want you looking like a freak with a furry cock."

Tera walked forward, extending her reach to poke Nathan with the hand that wasn't tucked away in her pocket.

Nate quickly moved his torso back and grabbed Tera's wrist, holding her at bay.

"What now, Tera?!"

"Hm? I just said, didn't I? You'll grow fur on any part of you that isn't covered by clothes... okay?"

"But, I stopped you from..."

"Poking you? Yep. But this works just fine too. It's any skin-to-skin contact really... We could even kiss. What do you think?" Tera puckered her lips in jest, her eyes flashing wide as she looked down. "Ooh look! It's starting!"

Nate tracked her line of sight to his forearm, which had started to develop a dusty coating of grey fur in patches along its length. He released Tera's wrist and sprang backward, shaking his arm as if there was a spider crawling on it. Holding it still again, he saw the fur remained - now growing in thicker.

"Shit! You fucking-... - argh!"

His thoughts raced as he remembered the 'rules'. Ten times as horny for every piece of clothing he puts on... but fur grows anywhere that he isn't wearing anything...

In a pure panic, Nate scooped up his trousers and rushed to put them on. Being horny can't be too much of an issue compared to becoming a goddamn wolf-man, he rationalised. The second his trousers were pulled up, he doubled forward clutching at his groin. His cock strained so hard he thought it might burst and he suddenly felt a fountain of precum jet up and seep through his pants.

This was no joke. He scanned the floor for his shirt, feeling dizzy from the rush of pleasure now infecting his whole body. Locating it with an ever-more furry forearm, he thought fast and wrapped it around his head - better a furry torso than face, plus he wasn't exactly wearing the shirt.

"Still counts", Tera verbally prodded, arms folded as she watched the panicking boy flail.

The next wave of pleasure brought Nate to his knees, legs giving way to pins and needles while his cock felt like it might erupt at any second. His desire not to be humiliated was quickly being eroded by the urgent need for release. He began to rub his flat palm over the massive bulge in his trousers while moaning his ecstasy through the shirt that covered his face. Patches of grey and white fur began to sprinkle across his torso.

"Let's up the stakes... 'If Nate cums in the next sixty seconds, he'll be forced to bark like a dog in place of every fourth word he speaks'... Oh!" Tera's voice climbed an octave with joy, "That's a really good one! Clock's ticking..."

Nate pulled his hand away from his crotch and sat shaking on his knees, fur still creeping across his torso and back. He thought about Edward, though he couldn't see anything through the shirt that covered his face. He thought about how he didn't want to be forced to bark... He thought about the fact that his cock was swelling, even without him touching it - the point of no return was close. How long had passed? He desperately wanted to cum. But he didn't want to give Tera the satisfaction of making him into a dog too.

A slight movement - the underside of his super-sensitive cock-head caressed his boxers, bringing his orgasm even closer. A hot, thick load of his juices could be felt surging through his tubes toward the base of his shaft. How long left?!!

"Forty-five seconds to go Nate - you're doing well... ha ha!"

"AGHH!"

Nate let loose a scream of frustration. At this rate, there was no chance. He had to reduce his arousal somehow... maybe... his clothes! Flinging his shirt from his head and dancing out of his trousers and boxers, he stood naked, arms stretched up in the air to prevent him touching himself. He waited, clasping his eyes shut with the effort of holding back his cum.

"What? Why isn't it stopping?!" He screamed, blinking his eyes open.

"Who said it would? I bet if you put those boxers back on again, it'd only get ten times worse..."

Nate, somewhere between fainting and jizzing, span around looking like a frightened animal - searching for something to help. He locked on to Edward, now just thrusting at the air on his hands and knees - unable to touch himself.

"Ted!... TED!!"

The tortured dog-boy looked at his friend with sad eyes and let out a pained bark, his hips still rutting with the air against his will.

"Arf."

"I know - it's bad... but concentrate - how is she - doing this to us?!" Nate spoke in quick bursts, twitching with lust as thickets of grey-white fur grew in all over his legs and face.

"Twenty seconds..." Tera stood tapping her finger on her opposite elbow.

Edward opened his mouth and narrowed his eyes with effort, trying to hold still while his dick kept thrusting.

"Woorrfff-rrraff. Rrrrgghher po-...cket - wuff!"

"Her... pocket?" Nate looked at Tera, focusing in on a small lump in her jeans pocket.

"Enough." Tera unfolded her arms, took off her feather-branded baseball cap and hopped over to Nate. He watched her with gritted teeth as he fought back his orgasm, there must only be seconds left.

"I think this'll suit you ten times better." Tera quipped, as she roughly hooked the cap onto his head.

Nate's groin shot forward, his whole body becoming rigid as he rose onto the tips of his toes. His fingers stretched out and clicked, his head flung back and left his mouth wide open. His cock vibrated and spattered out a rainstorm of cum droplets, dousing the floor in front of him, before winding up and pulsing violently seven more times - a thick, magma-flow of sticky white cum dribbling out with each aftershock. Tera waited for the enraptured boy's cock to soften and his moans to die down before speaking.

"Only one second left, just like a movie - so close." She taunted while wiping a wayward string of cum from her shoulder.

Nate stared at the sticky mess covering the room and leading back to his dick. He held his arms in front of him and saw that he was almost entirely covered in soft grey and white patterned fur, apart from his penis. Even his balls were wrapped in a wispy grey fuzz. He felt his face, flinching as the grains of the fur on his palms and cheeks opposed one another. He whimpered quietly, afraid to talk.

"Aww, the furry boy's gone all quiet!"

"Shut up!" Nate couldn't help himself - he despised Tera for what she'd done to him.

"That's better! Every fourth word, remember? I want to hear it."

Nate shook his head, lips clamped shut.

"You want me to just make up a new rule?"

Nate's eyes opened wider as he shook his head faster.

"I can't hear you."

"No." He quietly answered.

"Okay. So, in that case - just answer this question and I'll let you go... ready?" Tera smirked. "Are you and Teddy just a couple of horny dogs?"

Nate looked at Edward, now searching for release - lying belly-down on the floor and humping the damp tiles. He braced himself and began to pass air over his vocal chords. Just one syllable. All he needed to say is 'no'. He got his tongue into position, pursed his lips and...

"Woof."

Tera's mouth stretched to a sinister grin.

"That's what I thought."

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Part 6

"You fucking bitch, -woof-! You need to -woof- us back now! -Woof- call the police!" Nate spat out a torrent of barking abuse at Tera, to her amusement.

"Ha! That's too cute. What did you call me again?"

"Woof!"

"HA HA!"

He'd forgotten he was due a bark and had tried to respond with such conviction - it was too funny for Tera. She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched her stomach laughing at Nate's confusion. Despite this, Nate saw his opportunity and crept forward, aiming for Tera's pocket. If he could just restrain her and get hold of whatever was in there, maybe this nightmare would end. He leapt forward just as Tera's eyes opened again.

"'If Nathan touches me, he'll be frozen in place until I say!'"

The second Nate's fuzzy palm grabbed onto Tera's arm, every muscle in his body seized up and locked into place. He squirmed and tried to move but found himself utterly stuck. Tera breathed a sigh of relief as she unhooked the furry thief's fingers from her arm.

"Nice try, Nate. But that's your one chance wasted. If you try and steal what's in my pocket, you'll be frozen like this - every time. Oh, and Teddy has paws - so he isn't much of a threat." She giggled, feeling at ease again as she glanced toward Edward. He was putting his paws to work, dragging himself forward - dick to the floor, and lapping up the results of Nate's rapturous orgasm.

"Speaking of Teddy - he's in a sorry state over there... Let's help him out, yeah?" Tera raised her finger and pressed it firmly on the tip of Nate's nose, holding it there.

"'As long as Nathan is unable to move, his body will produce the scent of a bitch in heat - from every pore...'"

Nate angled his eyes, the only thing he could still move, to see a faint glow in Tera's pocket as he felt her lift her finger off his nose. He waited but didn't feel any different. Tera glanced behind him as he heard a rustling sound getting closer.

Edward had picked himself up off the tiles and was sniffing along the floor toward Nate's frozen frame, his dick leaving small pools of pre in his wake. Nate's eyes shot around in their sockets. He felt a tickle at his ankle as Edward began sniffing his foot and moved up his leg.

"I know what might make for better viewing... Sound. 'While Nathan is unable to move, he is still able to move all of the muscles in his face'." Tera announced, flicking Nate's fluffy shoulder nonchalantly as she clutched the glow in her pocket. Nate took a deep breath in through his mouth.

"Thank god! Ted! -Woof- do it!... Wait - -woof- meant to say..."

Nate slowed down his speech, feeling the animal at his heel sniffing further up his leg. He knew the next word was going to be a bark, so he needed to fill the space with a pointless word, like 'um'?

"-Woof-! Don't do it, -woof-! I mean... Ted. -Woof- sake!"

His barking and pleading had no effect on Edward, who had been working himself up for so long that nothing remained of his human mind. He was simply a dog, sniffing out a scent that instructed him to do one thing only: fuck.

Edward leant his torso against his friend's frozen leg, paws splayed out on either side of it, and curled his tail up under him - beginning to drive his rock-hard cock against the furry calf muscle. It didn't take long, with the combination of the scent and something comparatively pleasant to hump when pitted against changing room floor tiles. Edward was soon barking out his pleasure as he squirted streams of cum into Nate's leg fur. Nate felt the rhythm slowing after a couple of particularly raucous thrusts and knew what had happened.

"Aww jesus -woof-. Ted, I can't -woof- believe... are you -woof- okay?"

The half-naked dog-boy caught his breath and backed up, careful not to stub his tail, as he surveyed the white sticky mess on Nate's leg. His human mind reunited with his body in the wake of his release. He quickly pieced together what had happened and grimaced.

"Umm yeah. I'm okay, I think - sorry about your leg..." he stopped mid-apology as he felt a feeling of freshness envelope his face, like he'd just inhaled an entire menthol mint.

It took a second longer and another deep inhalation for it to hit him - his eyes crossed downward to see his nose turning black and damp. He pawed at his face for a second, forgetting his pads wouldn't be much use in feeling out the changes. The darkened puffy flesh pushed forward an inch or two, taking up a more prominent position in his vision and allowing him to admire it more clearly, before stopping. His jaw ached for a brief moment as it stretched and his lips darkened, twitching instinctively as short whiskers began to poke out around his mouth. To Edward's surprise, a fine coat of brown fur sprouted and signalled the end of the changes, leaving him with a squat, half-length muzzle and black nose. The fur covered his whole neck and lower half of his face, like a particularly wild beard - his eyebrows also bushed out somewhat to match.

"Whoa... it's..." Edward forgot to be pleased that he could still form words with the short muzzle, inhaling deeply as he explored the magnitude of his new sense of smell.

"It's just incredible!"

"Starting to get a taste for the life of a dog, Teddy?"

Tera, who had been quietly observing, spoke with a hint of hopefulness. Edward remembered where he was and bore his teeth at her - all of which had sharpened to a point, adorning the length of his jaws. He was just about to begin a verbal onslaught, when his nose began to flex on its own, ruffling the furred skin of his snout.

"It's... it's... what is that... smell? It's so good... I need to..."

Edward paused and looked down at himself. His dick had started its rise again already - this was impossible! Why?! He looked around and then paused. No. It couldn't be. Realising he was still sat crouched on the floor like a dog, his head was only a foot away from Nate's butt. He carefully leant in and did the unthinkable... took a long, deep sniff between Nate's buttocks. His eyes glazed over as he felt his cock balloon in size. He was enthralled.

"Nate! Your butt smells like..."

"A bitch -woof- in heat?" Nate interrupted.

"I was going to say heaven, but maybe that's the same thing for me now...?" Edward reasoned with a shameful look on his canine face. "Nate - honestly, I can't cover my nose with these paws and I don't know if I can resist... you... or, at least, that scent!"

"That's enough of that, you two!" Tera intervened. "'Nathan can move'... Go and take a shower, Nate - now. And use shampoo - that smell has probably soaked into your fur by now."

"So...wrrf-good..." Edward sniffed at Nate's inner thigh where the scent was strongest, drool dripping over the blackened rim of his lower jaw while he panted.

"But -woof-, I thought you -woof- wanted Ted to -woof- become a dog?" Nate looked incredulously toward Tera as he batted away his mesmerised friend's advances.

"Actually, I said I wanted to have some fun. Besides, I don't want to let you two off so easily. Now stop arguing - or I'll freeze you on all fours and he can fuck you for as long as he likes, yeah?"

"Woof." In his fright at the prospect, Nate forgot to say 'um' before apologising.

"Good boy. Ha hmm." Tera watched as Nate, wearing only his fur, drifted off to the showers - with Edward crawling on his hands and knees behind, sniffing at his rear. "Teddy! Get back here!"

Edward completely ignored Tera, as he followed his nose blindly, cock hard yet again.

"I didn't want to have to do something this mundane, but..." Tera sighed as she mumbled her regret and jogged toward the captivated dog-boy, still doing his best to thrust his short snout into Nate's butt. She stuffed her hand into her pocket.

"'If anyone speaks to Edward as if speaking to a dog, he must obey'."

A glow emanated from her pocket as she petted Edward's fluffy brown head.

"So dull, but maybe its about time... Come on Teddy! Come on, boy! Heel!"

Edward, who's mind had been clouded with nothing but the pursuit of his friend's scent, felt something fizzle in his head. He tilted it in response to the strange sensation and quickly found his body moving on its own, turning about face and padding over to Tera's feet.

"Good boy Teddy - now stay. Let's wait for Nate to wash his dirty fur, then we can give you back the controls, huh? It's no fun if you can't struggle, is it? No."

She spoke with a playful tone Edward hadn't heard from her 'til now, as if speaking to a pet. She even ruffled his human hair and scratched the fur on his cheek affectionately. He felt the dull fizzle in his head again, his mind succumbing and snuffing out all thoughts but those of obedience. He could feel his arousal, still at feverish levels - but he couldn't even conjure up the willpower to hump something. He needed to stay, just like he was told.

Just then, the post-match shouts of a football team clearly fresh from victory rang out nearby. The changing rooms would soon be flooded with jocks and unwanted attention. Tera looked at the naked boy, sat at her feet sporting a tail, paws and short muzzle. She couldn't just abandon him here - she wasn't done with him yet. Though, there might be questions and she knew she wouldn't be able to touch each and every one of the football lads and place rules on them in time. Lucky that she'd come prepared, she thought, and smirked.

Nate rushed through to the main changing room, soggy fur dripping water and bubbles everywhere.

"Tera! The football -woof- are coming back! -Woof- the hell do -woof- do?!"

"Calm yourself, barking boy. I can hear the football lads. Though it's not really my problem, is it? I can just walk out of here... yeah?"

"That's not -woof-!" Nate shook himself. "Fuck! ... *ahem* - that's not... -woof- fair!"

"I understood you the first time, but I appreciate the woof... oops... effort", Tera teased.

"Stop fucking -woof- around!"

"Fine. I've got a proposal. Teddy - you paying attention too?"

Edward's sedated mind came rushing back to the surface as he heard her tone. She was speaking to him like he was a human? Because... he was a human, he confirmed to himself silently. The accumulated pressure of his arousal hit him like a truck as he took the reigns of his body once more, the memory of Nate's intoxicating female scent fresh in his nostrils.

"Wrf-yes..."

"Okay", Tera was satisfied her bluff had paid off and Nate wouldn't hesitate to think she'd happily abandon them both. She spoke quickly, producing two leashes - complete with collars from her orange shoulder bag.

"I can make a rule to get you poor doggies out of this mess, but you'll have to wear your collars. What do you think?"

"Do we -woof- have a choice?"

Tera sniggered as the question seemed familiar. She held up the collars.

"Always. You can choose to be discovered like this... I've heard scientific labs and government testing can be a pretty cosy life, yeah?"

Squatting as much like a dog as his human legs would allow him to, Edward looked up at his damp fur-covered friend.

"-Woof- Ted, can you -woof- stop doing that?"

Edward's expression morphed from briefly puzzled to indignant as he realised he was absent-mindedly rubbing his paws against his erect dick.

"Grrgh-No!... Nate - wrrf - I can't. That's... Arf! Kind of the problem... so wrf-at this point - I think it's better if wrrrff-we... grr-uff! Just... Wroff! Waff!"

The wanking dog-boy's words fragmented into barks and growls, eyes glazing over as he continued to massage his dick with both paws, pace quickening. Nate pondered for a moment - it was down to him to decide...

"-Woof-!... Fine. Give us -woof- the damned collars, -woof-."

"Such eager boys..." Tera handed one collar to Nate and paused, "Don't worry Teddy, I'll help you with yours. But first - 'as long as Edward and Nathan are wearing dog collars, they will appear to everyone else as regular dogs'."

Tera poked both boys, going as far as to scratch underneath Edward's muzzle briefly as she readied his collar.

"So, you planned -woof- all this? Already -woof- had these collars -woof- ready and everything? Woof- you're unbelievable..." Nate exclaimed, clipping his collar into place around his grey-furred neck as the noise of the inbound football team drew louder and closer. He shuddered as he felt his dick fill with blood and felt relieved that he hadn't been very horny, as clearly the collar counted as a piece of clothing for Tera's horny multiplication rule.

"Yep - didn't you notice your name tag on that collar? Says 'Nate', doesn't it?"

"You -woof- what?!" Nate blurted out, trying to pull his collar loose to get a second look.

"Joking!! Stop messing around or you'll break it..." Tera dryly announced, prompting a nervous laughter from Nate. Chanting could be heard just metres away from the entrance.

She wrestled with the reluctant dog-boy that Edward had become as he wriggled away from the collar and only seemed interested in pawing at his privates.

"Damn it Teddy! Be a... good boy and put your... collar on!" She spoke in between failed attempts to collar the restless creature. The gruff, booming voice of Coach could be heard leading the group through the changing room door.

"Shit! I'll -woof- hold him!" Nate dropped to his knees and clamped his arms around Edward's torso, steadying him as Tera finally slipped the collar into place.

"Tera Tompkins!" Coach stood, with an iron scowl on his face, at the front of a group of baying jocks, "You want to tell me why the_heck_ there's a girl and two dogs in the _boys'_changing room?!"

Both Nate and Tera breathed a sigh of relief.

"Actually, I was just leaving."

"Damn right! Now get moving before-...!"

" WROOF!"

Coach's booming mandate was cut short by a tremendous bark from Edward, now leashed but still pawing at his crotch.

"Tompkins... is that dog... okay?" Coach enquired, in a more hushed quizzical tone.

"He's fine, just has an itch."

Coach took a step forward and squinted a little, focusing on the German Shepherd's erect canine penis, jutting out from its furry sheath. He looked a little disgusted and muttered under his breath.

"That is one dirty mutt..."

Tera swiftly yanked at Edward's leash, causing him to yelp and raise onto all-fours, pelvis still juddering back and forth. Nate stood up, hands covering his privates. Even though the collar disguise was working and everyone else clearly just saw two normal dogs, it pained him to be naked in front of this many men. He was absolutely ready to leave.

"Down! Bad dog!" Tera smacked Nate on the nose, to his surprise. "Down!"

Nate fell onto his hands and knees, looking toward the bemused football lads and Coach. He reminded himself that dogs don't usually walk around on two legs and pictured how strange it must have looked as he followed Tera and Edward out of the changing room incognito.

Edward's head was hung low, his tail trembling as the constant rhythm of his bucking hips jostled him forward into the campus corridors.

"Tera, -woof- why didn't I -woof- freeze like before -woof- when you smacked -woof- my nose?" Nate whispered - stifling his barks as best he could, once they had rounded the corner.

"Pay attention. You only freeze when you touch me... silly dog - now hush!"

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Coach let a few seconds pass in stunned silence after the bizarre trio had exited the changing room, then resumed his booming discourse.

"Well that was all kinds of strange - but don't let it distract-..."

"Coach..." The gruff man was interrupted once more, this time by Adrian - who'd already crept into the showers for a post-match soak.

"What is it?"

"There's a pair of trousers in here..."

"Damnit - I was just talking about the importance of not being distracted by-..."

"They look like the ones Barter was wearing when he ran into me."

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