FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(Male POV, canine M&F mass-TF)

CTRL+F; -2- to skip introduction, or -3- to skip to YOUR first TF (second overall TF)

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-1-

You glance around as you approach the train, making sure none of the flashlights stop on you. You find a train car and manage to get the sliding shutter door open enough to slip inside- you do not even bother to close it completely again at risk of the metal clacking together alerting someone. It was time to get out of the city, and this is your ride. The car you managed to squeeze in is filled with hay bales, so you've even got yourself a seat. It doesn't take too long for you to realize you are not the only stowaway however. Once they see you are no threat, several dogs pop their heads out from behind some of the bales and come to sit with you. Strays with nowhere to go? Guess you have something in common already.

You've no clue where this train is even going. West, you suppose, but that doesn't narrow it down much. You suppose you will just keep an eye out of the partially open shutter door and hop off when you see a place that looks nice. You start from Highbough and the train carries you for a day before stopping briefly in Adenloc. Real high class town divided by a river, at the edge of a large lake- its stone streets are flooded with fog often. You are surprised when a pretty woman approaches your car and you and the dogs dash to the back to hide again, but she gets in the car and partially shuts the shutter again! When the train starts off after a while more you come to realize she is also a stow-away.

You slowly come out of hiding from behind her. "Suppose you aren't meant to be here either, eh?"

She gasped and looked back at you, surprised there was someone else there the whole time- and the dogs showing themselves again. "Oh gosh you nearly made me swallow my own tongue. You a stowaway too?"

"Aye. Come from Highbough... was hit with a hell of a fire. My place was coming apart afterwards, and I couldn't afford to fix it. Job was about to make the veins in my head rupture. Just decided one day; fuck it. Didn't even tell them I was going to quit, just packed a few things, every bit of money I had and skipped town."

She nodded, looking out the gap in the door at the passing scenery. "I uh, I am the daughter of a now-disgraced sheriff. Wasn't anything I did, but when I saw people sharpening their pitchforks and lighting up the torches, I decided I should probably not be there for the main events."

The woman introduced herself as Abby. Olive green eyes and curly base brown hair. Her dress makes her look a bit too wealthy to be a stowaway, but you welcome the company all the same. The dress offers a decent view of cleavage of her D cup breasts, jostling around as the train rolls over dips in the tracks. You are sitting further back, so the bale you sit on is higher up, so your view of her is great. The dogs are welcome company- they are very friendly, and since they are accustomed to riding the train they know not to run around or play too hard while the train is moving. It starts to feel like maybe you missed your stop as the buildings and streets taper off. The train is cutting across country and leaves all the establishments behind for open hills and valleys. Great to look at, but nowhere to get off. Abby brought a bit of meat preserves for herself, and ended up sharing with the dogs and not you. Well... you'd have probably ended up giving your share to the dogs too anyway. You have the luxury of pissing out the open shutter door into the wind as the train goes along, but as a woman, that would be considerably more difficult for Abby.

"I need to go to the bathroom..."

You motion to the gap. "I won't look, and the dogs don't mind."

"But my dress skirt... I would... no! I would need to get so close to the edge I would probably fall off."

You motion to the back corner. "Well, the dogs have been going over there, so... I'd watch your step though."

Abby groaned and climbed back to use the corner.

Luckily there isn't much stink, since the wind ripping past changes the air in the car almost instantly. It is almost a full day on the tracks from Adenloc before the train stops again. The gentle vibrations of the train car on the tracks makes it easy to go to sleep, and the dogs already laying around you make it warm enough that the wind swirling through don't chill you. The train starts to stop before you even see any buildings, so you are confused for a moment why it is stopping at all. This stop isn't a city- a small town. A town in the middle of the prairies- nothing around it for miles but flat grass. No wonder you never heard of the place, it probably isn't even drawn on any maps. Train takes a ways to actually come to a full stop, so you have time to rub the sleep from your eyes and wake Abby, to see if she wants to get off and use an actual bathroom this time before the train starts up again. The town seems to be a junction of tracks, but is home to a small train graveyard. There are mountains to the far north, tapering off into shallow rolling hills... this town may have formed during a gold rush up in the hills, then died down once the rush ended. It would explain the unused tracks and abandoned train cars. You look up at a large sign over the train station that states the name of the town is Gracefront- and it looks like some hoodlum has spray-painted a dog paw onto the corner of the sign. Oddly enough- all of the dogs that have been riding with you get off immediately at this stop. Well that was oddly coordinated. Since they decided to get off, you hop off too- and then Abby follows, not wanting to be on the train car alone.

The town isn't that small, but not big either. What strikes you as odd is it seems unusually quiet for its size. You see a lot of dogs walking around here and there but not many people. Cars in driveways- people lived in the homes but none of the lights were on, no one seemed to be around hardly. Abby wandered off on her own to try a find a hotel to stay at, but you decided to look around a bit more. You were not entirely convinced yet to not get back on the train before it leaves.

"Oh! Welcome to Gracefront, stranger. We don't get much city-folk out here."

You turn to see a beautiful woman with a big smile on her face and a hand on her hip. She is wearing a sleeveless black sports top that also exposes her six-pack abs. Her skin is bronze and her eyes a darker brown. Her black hair is tied tightly in a ponytail and she is wearing pants that look three times too large for her- the legs rolled up several times to not drag on the ground. She is oddly walking around barefoot. Her breasts are just little B cup hills. Aside from her abs her only visible muscles are in her large thighs- she is a runner, not a lifter. Her lips are as black as her hair, so she must be wearing lipstick.

"Oh, hey. Yea, I don't know if this is my stop. I don't know this area, sort of just wandered in."

"Oooh?" She leaned in closer to eye you up. "Well! Follow me, I will give you a tour! The name is Fortune by the way."

Fortune? That is an odd name. You wander around the town following in her shadow as the loudly proclaims the name of various locations to point out to you. She walks down the middle of the road without a care. You see cars around the town but not a single person driving one? There is literally zero traffic. The town seems nice enough, and a decent size once you put your feet down onto its streets and see it all up close. Tallest building in town is in fact the hotel, so she can point it out without even taking you there- it is 4 levels high. And the only 3 floor buildings are all concentrated around the middle of the town.

"This place is a slice of paradise, but, uh... it is also a fixerupper?"

"Can't say I can afford to be too picky. In what way does it need fixing?"

"Well, it is sort of in a uh... transition phase I guess you could call it? We just came under new management. As long as you aren't a cat person- this is the town for you, handsome."

You chuckle, looking around and spotting at least two dogs wandering around. "Yea, I can see there are an awful lot of dogs. They aren't all strays? Do people just let them wander around on their lonesome?"

"Yea- they all have homes. They just get the run of the town."

You suppose it makes sense- if there is no traffic it isn't like they can get run over by anything. You hear a whistle and look back quickly to see the coal smoke start erupting out of the train engine again.

"Ah, shit. Guess I have to stay here- my ride is leaving without me."

"Can't say I am disappointed, hehe~"

Fortune tells you she knows a great spot at the train graveyard and is halfway to taking you there to show you, but is stopped by another woman. When you turn to look at her you almost stumble backwards from surprise. In spite of clearly being female, Zaya stands 7'11" tall, and can probably crush your skull in her bare hand. Apparently, she is also the mayor- though she is not at all dressed the part. She isn't wearing a top at all- the only thing covering her DD cup breasts is what looks like medical wrap. Her breasts do not look nearly as big as they actually are because of her overall size. Her entire body looks quite solid, though her muscles are not really visible. Zaya's skin is the color of red clay and her hair is absolutely fucking wild. It is almost the exact same color as her skin and went down to her mid-back, but is also wildly frizzy making it look very voluminous and bushy. Almost more like long fur than hair. Zaya is a Tibetan name that means 'the woman who always wins'.

She asks Fortune something, but speaks with a lowered tone so you do not hear, and Fortune tells you she needs to take care of some business. It must be pretty important if the mayor is asking, so you don't delay her with any questions. It is a small town- you have no doubt you will see Fortune again even if you don't deliberately look for her. You see people here and there- mostly doing jobs. No one really just walking around, no children, no one just hanging around. What strikes you as unusual is some of the people you catch outside of work seem to dash away- so you only see them briefly from your peripheral vision. It is like they are avoiding you. But Fortune certainly didn't- she magnetized to you the moment she spotted you, so then why is everyone else so sheepish? You shrug it off and make your way to the hotel eventually to turn in for the night.

The woman behind the counter is so petite that you almost think she is a child at first, but no, just really small.

"Hey!! Want a room right?! You came on the train right? Right? I seen the train and then two guests and we don't usually get guests, right, but you are definitely new faces and oh my Dog, it's been a mill... millin... that really big number of years since we had customers last!"

"Uh... right."

"Right! Coming right up!"

You almost feel tired just trying to keep up with her talking- she said all that on a single breath. She also almost stumbled off her stool when grabbing the room key for you- she is so small she cannot see over the counter unless she stands on a stool. Her clothes are not fit for her at all either- her shirt is tied at the bottom because there is too much extra fabric and she has a chain belt to hold up her pants and the legs were clearly cut off by scissors and not a tailor. She tells you her name is Taffy, and to call her if you need anything. You see Abby again, getting something to drink as you make your way to your room. You are tired and a bit sore from spending two nights in a train car, so you fall asleep quickly that night.

-2-

You wake up to your door rattling, and then a few knocks- though quiet. There is no light from outside your window so you know it's still deep into the night. You wander to the door groggily and open it, though leave the chain latch in to see who it is at this hour first. It is a panicked looking Abby!

"Let me in! The people of this town are up to something! They are doing something to me, we have to get out of here, but let me in first!" You unlatch the door to let her in, then she shuts the door herself behind her and re-latches it. "Someone is using magic in this town, and they cast it on me because I think they know I was snooping!"

You ask her to calm down and explain a bit better- but you also see a lump at the back of her skirt growing longer and lashing back and forth more and more, causing the entire dress skirt to shuffle around constantly. Abby explains that she seen what she thought was a werewolf, and followed him but ended up spotting what looked like a woman turning a disgruntled young man into a dog mid-argument! After seeing so many dogs around town, she put two and two together and made a beeline to the nearest phone booth- only to find it is disconnected. None of the payphones in the town work. She even tried the one behind the front desk at the hotel when Taffy wasn't there and that one doesn't work either. The phone lines for the entire town have been cut off by someone... which means the entire town must be in on it.

You ask what they did to her, motioning to the lump moving around and ruffling her skirt.

"A dog obviously! They are turning me into a dog! I ran from my room as soon as possible so it is taking longer than they probably intended, because I dipped out from where the spell was originally channeled. We have to get out of town!"

Well, easier said than done. Gracefront is in the middle of nowhere, you two can't just walk out- there is nowhere to go. You can see for miles across the completely flat prairie- they can see you two running, get in a car, and immediately go stop you, because you sure as hell are not outrunning a car. You can escape by train but... you have absolutely no clue how often the train passes through here, and the last one just left yesterday afternoon. Best you can do is find somewhere in the town itself to hide and wait for the next train. Deciding the front doors were probably being watched, you two slip out and instead head to the end of the hall and climb out a window onto the fire escape on the side of the hotel, and use that to get down.

Abby stomps forward suddenly halfway down, stops herself on the guard railing and you go to grab her to stop her from going right over the top of it! She makes a pained cry and you let go- realizing you unintentionally grabbed her tail through the skirt. Before you can even ask what the heck happened you can hear the sound of clicking bones coming from her feet- her legs are transforming, which destroyed her sense of balance! Her legs started to spread out and back even as her arms remained clinging to the guardrail just the same- her feet past her ankles were stretching out! Her big toe was left in the dust from the others and regressed into nothingness. Her socks pulled down by the lengthening foot and her foot structure becoming more narrow caused her ankle to pop out of her shoes easily. Her nails devolving into claws ripped the sock at the front. It was so strange to see the shape of a human leg slowly transition to that of a dog. Either anatomy looked normal as you have seen both plenty of times, but to have them shift from one to the other is wild. Transformation magic isn't exactly a new thing to the world- but learning any sort of magic requires an advanced education so is generally only an option in large cities or to the very wealthy families. Neither of which are anywhere near Gracefront.

You help her pull the socks off afterwards. Having torn socks that don't even fit anymore would only trip her, and since you're still on the fire escape- it's a long ways down. She stumbles a few more times and you stay close so she can balance against you. Her paws are a lot less broad than her feet, so when she steps on the gaps between the bars of the catwalk she sort of sinks in. Not enough for her leg to fall through the gaps but enough to trip her still. She gets you to head down the ladder part first so if she falls you can attempt to catch her... you suppose she did not think about what sort of a view that would give you. She is wearing a dress- you can see directly up her skirt. Unlike her new paws, her tail is covered in fur- though the fur is so short it sort of just looks like her skin color changed. The tail is pretty short compared to her body size and narrow, and it's pulled her panties down in the back to let itself out- though obviously unable to escape her skirt. With a bit of a blush you see she has changed elsewhere too. There is a bulge in the FRONT of her panties... is Abby actually male? No... because you don't see any balls. She just has a really huge clit you suppose, or perhaps a hermaphrodite?

Once on the ground again, you help Abby down after you since there is still a three foot drop off the bottom of the ladder. Once she is on the ground she starts panting and bent over as a wave of dizziness took her, and at first it almost looks like her dress suddenly got bigger- but it was the other way around. Abby 's entire body is shrinking! You hear a dog bark and with its snout, motioned something outside of your field of view toward you two. If the dogs are people transformed, why would they work against you? You don't have time to think about it, grab Abby by the wrist and dash away as fast as you can. Abby is too disoriented from her shrinking to go ahead without you leading her. By the time you get to an alleyway; Abby is holding her dress in place by the waist because it is now very ill-fit. The shoulders of the dress have fallen off her shoulders, leaving her bare to her bust. Abby's ears are now getting long and loose- the ends wobble as they lose structural integrity and start to fold over on themselves.

"Feel so... so light... light headed and... still shrinking!" Her sleeves popped over her hands as her arms were now too small to fit down them.

"Are you going to be alright? If you turn into a dog, are we going to be able to turn you back without knowing who cast the spell in the first place?"

"Nnngh. I don't... know. I am not a spellslinger! If we try to snoop around, you will just end up a dog too, and that certainly don't help us none."

You see a bulge at the front of her skirt now that the fabric is starting to drape off her, its being held up in the front by the growing bulge- even bigger than when you spotted it before. She held her gut a moment and almost went cross-eyed as she moaned loudly, and then her moan spiked in pitch to pain territory as her body jerked suddenly and she bowed forward. The bulge at the front of her skirt bounced in place a moment- her ovaries having inverted now to join the bulge in her panties. She stumbles a bit, then steps on her own excess clothing fabric and stumbles toward you- you catch her hands or... what is left of her hands. You can feel through the sleeve that they are stretching rapidly into paws too! Her panting gets heavier and you can hear a faint whine from her. Her lips have turned black, which immediately made you think of Fortune from before. Was she wearing black lipstick? Or are her lips actually black? Abby is now tiny compared to you. On one hand you don't feel entirely right about stripping her clothes off- on the other hand she is clearly tangled in them because they do not even come remotely close to fitting her anymore.

You hold her clothing up so she can worm her own way out from the collar. She almost gets out before hunching forward so far that she falls onto all fours! Her body lurches several times and her spine starts to pop and grow longer! Her arms and legs continue to change shape all the way to the socket- preventing her from standing back up again, and then start to compact! Her limbs are starting to look disproportionately small, even by dog standards. When her face starts to push out she has transformed enough for you to realize she isn't just any mutt- Abby is transforming into a Dachshund! A wiener dog! Her torso just keeps getting longer and longer and her limbs shorter and shorter! You also see now that she is mostly free of her clothing- she is not female anymore. She was a born-woman before, but the transformation seems to have embarrassingly included a gender swap. The bulge you had seen was an enormously engorged clit, but now it has fully evolved into the red rocket of a male dog, and as her legs become shorter it starts to uncomfortably bounce off the pavement below her as it bobs heavily. A shadow of the dachshund's short fur spreads across her and you see her visibly shiver from the sensation. Her moans are now all whines, and she makes several breathless barks- likely an attempt to tell you something but her voice no longer functions for human words.

Even with the face of a dog you can plainly see the worry on it. The transformation seems to have finished and she walks awkwardly in a circle, clearly not knowing what to do. She tried to walk forward a few times, but her penis jams into the pavement below and forces her to stop, then whine and thrust a few times automatically without meaning to. His erection won't go away, and his legs are so short that he cannot walk with it. You have no choice but to pick him up and carry Abby. You pick him up by his little armpits and carry him so his erection is pointing away from you, and most of your fingers are resting on his chest to keep him from swinging in your grip. You grumble to yourself wondering why he has an erection in the first place. He is worried, not aroused? Unless it is part of the spell itself. You take as many turns as possible- it means you make less ground but are harder to follow. The dog seen you come into the laneways in the first place so they have a rough idea of where you entered- you want to make sure they have as little of an idea as possible of where you exit. Problem is, this is a small town- there aren't that many places to hide, especially if the entire town is in on it. Where are you even going to go, where no one is going to find you? Right now you are just running blindly. You turn a corner and nearly run straight into Fortune, stopping you in your tracks.

She looks as surprised as you, then chuckles the moment she spots Abby's hard pecker wobbling out in front of you both. "Wow, careful, you will put someone's eye out with that thing."

You spin on your heels and go to run the other way. You hear Fortune shout at you to wait, but of course you don't. It isn't particularly easy to run with Abby's weight against your chest, but his erection still won't go away so you can't put him down or he would immediately be caught. You stop again as a French poodle turns the corner ahead of you slowly. When it spots you it dips its head and curls its lips just enough that you know to back the fuck away. Your maneuvers in the alleyways did nothing to lose them- they don't need to see you or know where you went; they are dogs, they can smell you. Fortune quickly catches up and places her hands on your shoulders and whispers in your ears.

"Just put the little guy down, no one is here to hurt you."

"And how do I know to trust you?"

"You think the town is turning everyone into dogs, ya?"

"Something like that."

"Then I would turn you into a dog whether you comply or not. So then, what is the difference? You've nothing to lose."

Fair point. It isn't like you could run far anyway- you don't mess with a poodle, it will kill you. It also contradicts Abby's theory. If the dogs were people forced into the form of these beasts... why would they be working against you trying to escape and not helping you? Another woman shows up and Fortune tells her to take Abby. You do not want to let them but you've no other option at this point. Fortune takes you into an apartment building and as you wander up through the halls following her, she starts to actually explain.

"Okay well... remember I said the town is under new management?" You nod slowly. "Well, the new management is all dogs." She reached into the pocket of her pants and pulled out a purple, heart shaped dog tag with the name 'Fortune' engraved on it. "Including me."

Fortune isn't human- she is a dog under a transformation spell! She explains that an old sorcerer named Antallath came here in his retirement, seeking the calm prairie to look out on in his old age. But he was a transformation expert. Most of his notes were on various transformation spells, so when he passed away no one in the small town knew what to do with his writings and books, so they ended up in the local library collecting dust- till Zaya got her paws on them.

There was a secret problem in this small town for the longest time- everyone fixes their male dogs, but no one fixes the females. Getting a female 'fixed' is a lot more complicated than a male, and this only becomes more complicated the older the dog is. This was simplified by the common folk to just 'don't fix them at all'. But they do all still get their male dogs fixed... fine on the surface right? Females can't get pregnant if there are no fertile males in the first place. They can however still go into heat. And... who is going to fix that? If none of the males can perform properly, all the females go into heat with absolutely no relief, ever. Well Zaya was getting driven up a wall by her heat one day and her family got angry with her because she was grinding her hot box on the arm of the couch- and as you can imagine from her human form; she is a very big dog. They gave her the boot and made her sleep outside because she was soaking the furniture with her pussy juice. But it is their fault she has no males to service her! In a rage, Zaya left home and broke into the library, getting ahold on the spellwork of old Antallath. Obviously a dog isn't smart enough to put together a working spell- but Antallath was a transformation expert; he already put them together, she just needed to activate them. Once Zaya had transformed herself into a human, she gained the intellectual capacity of a human. She started to turn the other bitches into women, and then in an act of revenge they turned on their masters. The dogs took over the entire town- the true dogs turned human, and the humans turned dogs.

"And you force anyone passing through to turn into dogs too, trapping them here."

"N-no! Someone must have turned Abby into a dog because she was trying to rat us out. Like I said; we don't get many outsiders here, we haven't needed to deal with the problem before. That is what Zaya needed to talk to me about before- discussing what we should do about the outsiders."

"And?" You walk out onto the roof of the building behind her, she leads you across the dark rooftop toward a billboard coming off the side of the building on an angle. The breeze is pretty strong up here, but even at night the air is warm enough for the breeze to just be refreshingly cool.

Fortune shrugged. "If you promise not to rat us out, you can go whenever you like. You can also stay though, and have fun with us?"

"What, as a dog? No thanks."

"No... hey! Don't knock it till you try it anyway! The train isn't going to be here again for another week at least, so... it isn't like you can leave right away regardless."

She stepped off the side of the roof onto the catwalk under the illuminated billboard. It was toward the north end of town so you could see most of the town from here. She patted the area beside her, inviting you to sit with her and you do. The billboard behind you is spraypainted over with images of dog dicks and various canine themed writings- in retrospect it's incredibly obvious the graffiti was done by a dog, but how would you have guessed a dog able to do that, before?

-3-

"So, what is it like being a dog anyway? If it isn't so bad- why are you a human now?"

Fortune opened her hand and held it up as glowing runes danced over her palm. "Why not turn dog right now, and find out? I can turn you back after." You look very reluctant. "Oh come on." She moves closer. "You can have a little fun with me too? A stranger, in a new town. No one knows you yet, no consequences."

She gently pushed you back to lie down. You are afraid of even attempting to resist her because of how narrow the catwalk is that you are on- it is two floors up if you fall. She climbs over you and puts her hand on your chest, which also puts the runes hovering in it into your body! You feel your muscles ripple in an outward motion from where she touched, and then a heavy tingling that makes you squirm a moment. Before your transformation even takes hold however- Fortune rapidly changes!

Because her human form is technically just an elaborate illusion; her transformation to dog is almost instant. Unlike Abby, her size does not change at all- she is also a very big dog. Her midriff sinks in, and the muscles smooth over. Her chest becomes rounder as her already small breasts vanish- but six erect, black nipples swell out from her midriff to replace them! Because she did not change size, her clothes still fit her in dog form. Her tail squirms its way out, folding itself to wedge up under the waist and then pop out over it to straighten again- short and thin like Abby's. Fortune's bronze skin was covered quickly by fur of the same color, but only on her paws, chest, crotch, eyebrows, and the front of her face. Everywhere else on her body was coated instead with black fur, taking after her former hair, which promptly fell out as her face stretched into its proper shape. Even in the form of a dog she looks muscular. Fortune is a mix breed- half Doberman Pinscher and half Great Dane; a Doberdane.

She sits on your lap and you immediately feel the rush of blood into your dick. You are not that aroused... which means your theory about Abby was true- the incessant erection is part of the transformation itself. Given their motives to create the transformation in the first place- that isn't at all surprising. Your urethra seems to push out ahead of the rest of your penis, almost feeling like you're sounding with something. You can feel the urethra itself slide out further than the glans of your penis, creating a soft spike at the end where it juts out. Fortune cocks an eyebrow at you a moment, then sits up, shuffling down a bit and takes your pants off with her teeth, pulling them down and letting out a pleased sounding yip when she sees your transforming genitals! You glance to the side to see if you can spot anyone in the street who might see you. You are both directly under a fully illuminated billboard over a busy part of the town. You can see several dogs out and about in the street- but none are paying you any attention. Neither you nor Fortune are actually in the light; you are below it. And several other dogs were banging in the streets and fully occupied with their own fun to give you any heed.

You have never transformed before obviously and you don't know much of anything when it comes to magic so you are very unnerved watching your manhood deform into an unfamiliar shape. Your foreskin thickens and then draws itself back- the rest of your shaft pulling away, extending but only beyond the foreskin. The shaft growing but the foreskin staying where it is sort of feels like someone slowly and gently peeling tape off your skin- you can feel the new skin cells branching and peeling away from the old. Your pubic hair falls away into nothingness, almost like watching something turn to ash instantly and crumble. Your pubic hair is almost instantly replaced by the shadow of fur. Fur is much softer than hair, so although you are expecting a prickly, itching feeling- there is none. It is just a faint tingle and warmth in the skin and that is all you feel from the fur. It is a golden color. The skin at the base of your cock tightens, pulling it up toward your body and the foreskin starts to fuse to you at the base! The fur is growing up onto it- it is becoming your sheath! You also feel a sudden stiffness in your phallus deep in its roots for a moment- a baculum forming.

Fortune turned her rump to you a moment and lowered her head to pull your shoes and socks off too! You would think you should be cold in the middle of the night getting stripped so high up, but the transformation itself is always lead by an inner heat. She looks past your feet directly at you, but opens her maw and playfully licks your feet. It tickles so you curl your toes to escape her licks, but when you do all your toes swell thicker! Your largest toe regresses, and when you uncurl your toes again you can feel the subtle pressure against the skin around them as your nails start to slide out longer. When the nail grows longer it also becomes thicker and narrower, darkening to charcoal grey. She gently nipped your left foot and tugged upward- this caused the foot to stretch, and narrow! She then repeated the process with the other. You were only half paying attention, since your dick is still changing too. It pulses from normal fully erect to painfully hard, stretching a little bit bigger with every throb. The sheath holds it against your underside so it's forced to point straight up at you, and vibrates with your heart beat. The shaft becomes thicker, and the veins become more visible, and the surface more red as a result. A canine phallus lives in a sheath, so it isn't meant for someone to grab and jack off- it's more sensitive than a human penis. The way your penis transformed already shows you this, because essentially this entire penis is what used to be exclusively the skin under your foreskin. Basically the sensitivity of your glans and corona, except now your entire penis is that. Your hips make subtle twitches forward; your body trying to find release from the tension of your impossibly high, magically induced arousal.

Once Fortune is done stretching your feet, you feel an odd sensation of growth on the front of your feet- fat deposits encased in a dense, dark skin to create pads on their bottoms to protect them from getting cut. Fortune steps forward, walking over you again and you notice how much easier she does it this time- you're smaller! You've been shrinking, but so gradually that you did not notice. She steps on your chest and puts her full weight down, but unusually the pressure from her weight shoots through your torso like a wave, and presses into your arms! It pools into your hands and they are forced open as they start to stretch! Your thumbs remain where they were and start to regress into dew claws while your fingers get shoved forward by the stretching of the rest! You also see movement beyond Fortune and glance to your feet a moment again as you see fur sprouting from the joints in your toes and then spreading across your feet and slowly up your legs! When it touches the inside of your legs the color changes to be very pale- more light grey than the golden the rest was taking.

Fortune moves her snout close as your hands are changing, like she is going to lick you, but you move your face to the side. You'd rather not be covered in dog drool on top of everything else. She pauses and makes a little whine so you reluctantly turn to face her again. She does not lick you- she presses her glossy black lips into yours! She is kissing you- though her lips are unable to properly lock onto yours in their current shape so it is a rather timid kiss. You feel an odd itchy pressure in your nose a moment and your vision vibrates as the bridge of your nose pops loudly! You feel your lips push back against hers and your face starts to stretch outward! You can feel your hands nearly complete their transformation into paws, now outside of your vision. The swelling in your now very girthy shaft caused the corona to lose definition against it, as the shaft became perfectly level with it. Then Fortune dipped her hips just enough to softly rub the rubbery mound in her pants against it and with a powerful throb that held for several seconds; your shaft became wider at the end than your glans and caused them to invert! The head of your penis popped the opposite way- now an indentation on the end of the shaft, making the urethra stand even further out from the rest! It was now drooling hot pre onto the fur spreading up your torso from your crotch. There was black dots marking your midriff, but since you are male that is all they will ever be- the unused nipples of a male dog.

At first when your face starts to push out; you keep making weird faces unintentionally. Your body doesn't know how to react to these sensations causing your facial muscles to flinch erratically. The growth pushes the most in the middle, and radiates out- so in comparison the sides of your head feel unchanged. You do feel a tug on the sides as your ears shift position- following your relocating ear holes. Your ears become triangular and while you can feel the squirm of new muscles in their base to allow them to pivot- they remain as rigid in form as your human ears had been. So you are a species with erect ears. That throws out your first immediate guess at a golden lab. You can feel a tail rapidly growing- you cannot see it right now but it feels like it is longer than Fortune and Abby's tails.

Fortune steps off you a bit surprised when you look winded- she realized that you had shrunk enough now that her weight is too much for you to breathe under. When she breaks her lips off from yours, your mouth immediately opens.

"Uuugh... thus us sho-oh- oaaah!" Your face appears in your own field of vision.

You close your mouth again, gritting your teeth a moment and it feels like they are melting together! Your teeth are turning into fangs, allowing them to fit between each other. You don't even feel your hair fall out- but you know it must have when you feel fur spread out from where it used to be and cover your head! Where the fur initially goes is a red-hot heat which cools quickly thankfully in the night air after it passes over. There is a large bulge in your sheath that throbs harder still than the rest of the shaft. The pulses in it so hard it feels like something knocking on your dick to be let out. It looks like someone managed to shove a chicken egg in your sheath. Your shoulders crack loudly and your arms go numb for a split second as they abruptly move up almost as if you were going to hug Fortune- but you didn't deliberately move them at all! You realize soon after that you cannot move your arms out to the sides even half as far as you could before- the shoulder sockets no longer move that way; you are a quadruped now. Your legs do the same only seconds later, causing your legs to get pulled upright so abruptly that you lightly kick Fortune in the butt! She makes several stuttered yipping sounds that makes it sound like she is chuckling at you.

Glancing down at yourself as your chest rises up, you now see how massive her paws are in comparison! You are less than half her size! Your shirt is still on, but extremely baggy and pooled onto the catwalk on either side of you with excess fabric. Your torso yanks a bit longer, winding you a moment and causing you to roll onto your side to wheeze as your body finishes its transition to a more barrel-shape. You yip in surprise as you feel a surge from your cock, and it spits a large gob of pre and extends by at least an inch and a half instantly! The egg sized knob in your sheath suddenly swelled to tennis ball sized, causing it to be forcefully ejected from your sheath from a lack of room! Your cock now has a diamond-hard knot at its base! Compared to your body, your dick is now a good bit larger than it was before- though your overall size has been reduced drastically too. You shiver from the feeling of long fur growing from your tail and glance at it- it is fairly long and quite bushy. You'd almost have guessed wolf based on its shape but that cannot be true. Even the smallest wolf is still bigger than you are.

You lay on your side panting for a few minutes at least, not looking at anything, just dazed. The night air smells so...sharp, it almost hurts your nose for a moment. Everything looks slightly off, though you cannot put your finger on it for several moments. You realize what is wrong with the appearance of everything when you remember; dogs cannot see the color green. The endless prairie grass surrounding the city now looks blue in the moonlight- you are blind to its natural color.

*So, I would be on top but... I might accidentally crush you.*

You furrow your brows. *Wait... those aren't my thoughts...?*

*They're mine- me; it's Fortune!*

*You can read my mind?!*

*Your conscious mind, yea. I read Antallath's books too- I have been fucking around with all sorts of tricks.*

You get up onto all fours and look at her as she turns her rump to you, sits, and then puts a front paw on the front of her pants and partially stands again- pulling the pants down. It doesn't matter if you are a canine; you are still mentally a human, you do not want to bang her! Well, in this form. Her human form is kind of... and your thoughts trail off a bit as you actually see her hot box exposed now. It projects out far from her pelvic floor- a sign she is ready for loving. Shaped like a plush, soft rubber triangle, her canine labia are a shade of brown so dark it is nearly impossible to distinguish from black. But her labia are so engorged with arousal that just a tiny bit of their neon pink inner walls are visible in the center of the Y shaped opening. It is so hot you can feel the heat radiating off it from two feet away! Wait no... only on your face? Your nose? You can... SMELL the heat? Knowing where the musky, salty smell is coming from should make it a bit gross, but it isn't a bad smell. You step a bit closer just to smell it more, and identify it better. It is such a unique smell. Fortune playfully rocks her hips back to boop your nose with her pussy, and for a moment the smell becomes so strong that your head spins and you rock back a bit from the push. She then squats, shoving you back onto your butt with her own much larger butt and sits herself down on your rod! Her comparatively giant pussy swallows your shaft like it was nothing, but still pauses at the knot. Being so tremendously giant compared to you- this can't be doing much for her at all, but the soft walls of her pussy collapse in to massage your dick, so you still get plenty of pleasure from this.

The plush walls of her vagina milking your shaft like it was trying to swallow you cause you pleasure which causes muscle contractions- it causes you to thrust your hips entirely on reaction alone without you thinking about it. When she slowly lifts her rump up, you immediately try to follow, needing more of this feeling. You already started, it's too late to back down now, you need to cum! She is over twice your size though, so when she starts to stand up straight you quickly run out of distance your legs can cover and reach around her midriff as far as you can with your arms and grip her tightly with your paws as she lifts you off the catwalk entirely- balanced on her big butt! Now you thrust quickly and frantically into her almost as much to keep your balance as for pleasure! You have to thrust forward to prevent yourself from sliding off! You are certainly not the smallest canine- it is just that Fortune is easily one of the largest. She is so large her head would be up to the chest of most adult humans, so... most dogs will be below her. You can tell from her size that her father was a Doberman, and her mother was the Dane- the pups always take after their mother more physically than the father. Your shirt is quite baggy, but you are still wearing it, so you cannot be THAT small.

It doesn't take long at all for your thrusts to become noisy- her pussy amply wet. You do not get the knot in out of fear of angling your hip too far forward and falling off- but her pussy lips are so soft and billowed out that you get over half your knot swallowed into her flesh without actually entering her vaginal passage. When you pull out, her pussy follows you. It projects out from the pelvic floor, so her canine pussy follows your cock a good distance out of her before it slides off and wobbles back into its normal shape. It is very soft, and very rubbery. You can feel a twitch in her labia against your balls when you are fully pushed against her- her clit is hidden in the bottom facing corner of its triangular shape. You think you hear the slaps echoing from the laneways around you, but you realize the more distant wet slaps are... other dogs. You can hear better now- so even without seeing them, you can hear other dogs breeding around you. An entire town of overly horny canines finally getting release after far too long- they had many years of pent up heat to get rid of. You are just like them now... mirroring the wet squelches and slaps. Your hard knot plapping against her wet, plush lips. Half out of fear of falling, half arousal. Half from fear of what she could do to you if you do not cooperate, and half from the blinding need to cum. Your brain tunes out its conscious thoughts to the warm throbbing pleasure, but then your front paws slip a bit! You slam your cock into her to squirm back forward again and finally drive your knot in entirely by accident! Fortune yips in surprise and then breaths out heavily in a sigh of relief. You are not nearly endowed enough to tie her, so you can still pull the knot out even when fully engorged. Oh Gods... the pleasure is tenfold. The knot is by far the most sensitive part- particularly the back curve of it. The sharp surge of pleasure you get from pulling the back of the knot back out of her lips is so intense that you immediately pop it back in; thrusting forward on reflex to the pleasure. Your knot is just wide enough though that popping just the knot in and out is enough to finally rub Fortune's clit and give a bit of that pleasure back too. She turns herself and then mashes you against the billboard itself! She pins you to it with her butt and grinds herself up and down on you, shoving you into her as deep as you could possibly go. You moan, but it comes out sounding like a weird growling whine and after holding you pinned to her for half a minute you finally cum explosively into her! Since you cannot tie her; as soon as she steps away from the billboard you pop out and fall off. Your penis remains out even as it softens, because the blood is concentrated the most into the knot, and the rest of the penis cannot return to the sheath if the knot is still out. Fortune turns to lick it clean for you.

*Your supposed to clean yourself while it is still out. You could get an infection if you let it return to the sheath still sopping wet! Silly pup.*

She even managed to pin her pants to the catwalk under her and wiggle them back up her butt to fully wear them again while still in dog form. She casually hopped back onto the roof and looked back at you.

*Well? I still have that cool place I wanted to show you.*

*You said you would turn me back human..?*

Fortune sighed. *You'll have to catch me first.*

She bolted toward the stairs and you scramble to catch up. Hardly a fair chase- one step for her is three of yours. Chasing her down the stairs and through the halls; she had enough time to stop and wiggle her butt at you in mockery several times. When you get outside she does not stop running except to make sure you do not lose her around corners. Ugh! Such an unfair challenge; you can't take corners like she does because you don't know the town. You can't bolt around a turn at full speed or you'd end up eating the side of a streetlight you didn't know was there. You do feel amazingly fast compared to when you were a human. You are powered on four limbs instead of two, but you are also a lot closer to the ground, making it appear to be going by extremely fast in comparison. The air rushing past your fur feels good to burn off all that excess heat from fucking Fortune. You let your mouth open a bit to take in even more of the crisp night air. It is a starry sky above- you could not see it when you were at the billboard because the town lights drown out the stars. Since Gracefront is a small town you do not have to worry about broken glass or other garbage laying around on the ground- the streets and walkways are almost entirely clean. Especially so now that the human population is nearly gone. You still feel the ground under your pads as you run- little rocks and such. The feeling is more diffused though, and sharper objects do not hurt. Sort of like a callous, only its soft and springy, so it gives you a bit of bounce in your step as well.

Fortune is leading you to the edge of town? You notice you can still see just fine in spite of leaving most of the lights of the town behind- and the moon is not out right now. You glance down while running and look at your paws and realize your claws are sharper and a bit longer than hers. Wait... did she actually turn you into a dog?

*No.*

*What?* You look up just in time to realize she stopped running, and collide with her on accident!

*Hey, watch it!*

*S-sorry. What... what am I?*

*Well you are still getting used to the town, so I needed to turn you into something that could see in the dark. You are a Coyote. Anyway- we are here!*

She leads you into the train graveyard. The old train cars are rusted in place on partially dismantled tracks, and some of them lying on their sides. The cars catch grass and shrub seeds off the prairie wind which then overgrow them. There is many other dogs here, but they just seem to be cuddling together or relaxing on their own- unlike in the town no one was having sex or chasing each other around here. She helped you get up onto a car and sit beside her. You follow her gaze out over an ocean of grass under a million stars in the sky. The grass twinkles just like the night sky- a million fireflies dancing between the blades of grass that ripple like ocean waves in the calm night air.

*I know it is nothing special really but... it is really nice. We don't have too much else to look at, out here.*

*N-no, it's beautiful.*

Fortune presses herself close to you and her warmth, the calm surroundings, and your recent orgasm caused you to fall asleep again Fortune. You both wake up in the warm sunlight of day. You wake up first, but as soon as you start to move; Fortune wakes up so frantically that her scrambling to get to her feet again almost kicked you off the side of the train car by accident.

*AH, crap I slept in!* Canines usually have an extremely good sense of time- that is why they get stressed when something unusual happens to their schedule; they notice immediately when something is late.

Fortune hunched forward and you could hear the sound of shifting tissue and clicking bone as she started to turn back human! Her mouth hung open and she groaned long and hard as her face compressed- apparently it is the strangest feeling part of her transformation. Her hands shrunk but her digits lengthened, and her claws drew black and flattened back into nails. Her arms transformed before her legs which almost caused her to topple over. The way her nipples popped flat against her body was like someone pressing in a button. Her small breasts once again jiggle into existence in her shirt- visible only because her top is very elastic and form fitting. Her midriff actually flattened more to take her human shape as her abdominal muscles bulged. Her thighs then rounded with muscle as human shape returned to her legs and then feet. Her fur seemed to melt off as the change rippled through her body, and then disintegrate in the air as it fell, so none of it even had a chance to touch the ground. Her tail regressed so fast that it looked like it melted away as well- like watching a popsicle shrink in fast forward. Her pussy drew back into her pelvic floor, flattening against her before it started to change shape- since human vulva do not project hardly at all. I also only sticks out like that from dogs when they are in heat- she can't be in heat if she is human.

*H-hey, turn me back too!*

Fortune glanced at you with a raised brow for a moment. "You never caught me. Just kidding of course."

She flicked her fingers toward you and a tingling sensation entered your body. She did not wait around for the results- she dashed off, probably to the mayor's office since she knows Zaya. Unlike her transformation back to human, yours is like your entire body turned to liquid and then exploded outward into the shape of your normal body before re-solidifying! You went from coyote to human again in the span of 5 seconds while her transition took almost two minutes. Reverting a transformation is quick and easy- and human is your default, but her transformed state. It is only now that you realize your clothing is still on the billboard. You are naked in the middle of the train graveyard!

Well, there is no way you can get to the apartment building, through all the halls up to the roof and climb onto a billboard while naked in broad daylight without multiple people seeing you. You instead sneak back to the hotel. If you can get to your room, you can just put on a different outfit. You still get spotted several times, but they are all dogs. You have no idea who used to be human and who is a dog by default... which helps you be a little less embarrassed about it. A born-dog isn't going to view nudity in the same light. As soon as you enter the hotel lobby Taffy spots you however. Well, so much for sneaking into your room.

"Hey! Oh gosh, fun night on the town? Oooh, actually, are you up for a little fun right now, huh, HUH?" She literally crawled over the countertop and plopped down on your side to dash over.

"Wu-what? Are you trying to ask i-"

"Sex!"

You lower your brows. "Look, I was just going back to my room to get new clothes..."

She snatches the key from your hand. "Not without thi-isss~"

Wow, holding your key hostage, real cute. She placed a hand on your dick and your entire body goes stiff a moment in surprise at the wave of firmness firing down your dick and back again as it rapidly became erect! Taffy isn't just a human they left alone- she is also a dog, which means she also learned magic. Your genitals rapidly changed as she was holding them, and she kept pulling your foreskin back as it turned into a sheath to help the growth along. She was only interested in transforming your junk, not doing the rest. Because she is so small compared to you, she jumped up onto you, crossing her legs around your hips to hold herself in place and speared herself on your dog cock! You did not want to get caught in the lobby with this little gremlin riding your meat pole so you start thrusting into her to speed things along. Her ears slowly start to grow out as you fuck her standing up, and she starts panting like a dog. You cannot get the knot into her- she is too tight. The grip of her legs loosens and you end up leaning back a bit so she remains balanced on you- being held up almost entirely by your dick! She started to tremble in orgasm, letting out a high pitched cry, but then a surprised yip and her entire body rapidly started to shrink! It felt like your dick was getting massive, because her pussy was shrinking rapidly around it! She started to slide off the end of it because she is becoming so small that you can't fit your penis inside of her at all! She popped off and fell, but you managed to catch her among her clothing which no longer even remotely fit. You let her down onto the floor and pulled the clothing back so she could escape. She yipped once and then trot back over to the counter nonchalantly. Taffy is a Chihuahua, big surprise- the gremlins of the dog world.

You take the key back from out of her discarded clothes and decide to head up to your room- though now you have a raging dog boner with no way of getting rid of it. Taffy is too small for you to fit, so she can't do anything. Her orgasm must have caused her to revert her transformation by accident. Zaya still has fangs in human form, and Fortune has black lips- no one in this town is as good of a mage as Antallath, so there are minor imperfections with their transformations.

You stumble a few times on your way back to your room, because your penis and especially your knot pulses so tight you get weak in the legs. You almost reach down to grab it but notice your nails are claws! Are you turning into a full dog slowly? Another throb causes you to bow forward a bit and your tail bone squirms longer. Yup, a really delayed transformation. Or an accident- Taffy clearly isn't the best spell caster. As you feel your ears starting to change shape you pick up the sound of another dog whimpering. The sound and pitch... you can identify the whimpers as Abby, transformed as a dachshund! You find her room and open the door to see her, er... HIM look at you with surprise. The door was unlocked the whole time? Why didn't he just- oh, right. Can't reach the doorknob; he is too small and his torso is too long for him to even stand on his hind legs. He also still could not walk far, he was desperately horny and his limbs so short that his dick could not lift off the floor. You could see precum on the edge of the bed, dresser, drops all over the carpet... damn, Abby has been trying to get himself off but hasn't been able to. Trapped in his room with a permanent erection.

Normally you would not even humor the idea, but given the weird situation and the fact you also have an unforgiving boner and a canine transformation literally happening right now- you drop to all fours. Your leg joints take this as encouragement and pop immediately. You unintentionally lift your upper torso higher as your shoulders sink lower and their joints pop as well, locking you into all fours. Your tail starts to grow fur again and you lift it, to try and give Abby an idea. Neither are you are telepathic like Fortune, so communication is one-way. You are bisexual- you can take care of both these boners at the same time. You thought he would be reluctant, but he actually picked up the hint fast and awkwardly got up to you- you needed to squat and basically sit back onto his boner because he could not get up or stay up on his own. Your transformation sped up from your anus outward as Abby thrust his throbbing rod in- your hips popping and reshaping, and fur starting at your hind paws and the base of your sheath; spreading quickly across your body. You bounce on his crotch and grind with more gusto as the precum decreases the friction inside. His dick feels like it is throbbing bigger and bigger- but it is actually you getting smaller and smaller. Your fur is longer than last time? Oh, this transformation was instigated by Taffy, so you probably ARE turning into an actual dog this time. Tan and white fur? Very small dog. You feel yourself rapidly growing a mustache? Oh- a Terrier.

You feel Abby's body sliding up yours as you shrink- his torso is like a pool noodle- even if he is the same size as you, his torso is still twice as long. He is thrusting the best he can, but you can tell he is tired- he has likely been humping everything in his room desperately trying to get off since last night. You remember how sensitive your knot was last night, and shove back into Abby to try and get him to pop it in, but it isn't any easy fit. Usually the knot is already inside before it is fully engorged- but not this time. You back up and he rapidly moves his little back legs to keep up and you ram him back against a leg of the bed- shoving him forward and with you shoving back the knot pops inside! It immediately slams up against your prostate and you moan and blast your load all over the floor as Abby continues to frantically thrust in- your cum is stuttered by her thrusts. When fully in; his knot is large enough to block the flow of cum, causing it to stop when he thrusts in and resume when he pulls back. He is tied to you, so he cannot pull it back out, causing his thrusts to be rapid and shallow. Abby finally orgasms and you arch back in surprise at the sensation of the hot stream of cum slamming into your insides and coating them! Damn, that is a powerful stream of cum- he must have been extremely pent up! It feels like you have a water balloon shoved up your butt because of how much cum is trapped- unable to leak out because of the knot. He tries to pull off after a few moments, and you turn and nip his ear- trying to tell him to stop. You are tied- he isn't going to be able to pull out right now without snapping his dick off. You direct him, so you both stand butt-to-butt, twisting his shaft around so the blood can flow out easier than it can flow in, allowing it to drain out of the knot.

Well... you can't talk again, but all you really need to do is find Fortune and she can just turn you back again. But will she also turn Abby back? It took you a while to find her, and you were surprised of all the people and dogs who spotted you walking with Abby- no one attempted to re-capture Abby. You suppose he can't do much to them as a dog anyway. When you did find Fortune, her answer surprised you- you could turn yourself back. She put both the transformation and reversion spell inside of you, so you can activate either one- she doesn't actually know how to revoke them once they are put into someone. All of their spell knowledge is lifted from a mage who is no longer alive to actively teach anyone. If he did not make notes on something- no one is going to know how to do it. She tells you to focus on what your true form is, and try to stretch yourself into that shape while concentrating on it. Basically; even though you have paws- use them as if you still had hands, and you will have hands again. You follow her instructions and manage to turn yourself back human, then request she give that ability to Abby too.

Fortune is a bit reluctant, and gets you to convince Abby not to try and tell any outsides of Gracefront, and he agrees with a nod. Even if he wanted to tell others- the train isn't coming back for another week and the phone lines are all cut. Once Abby is human again, she dashes back to the hotel in a panic to cover herself. Fortune just turns back into a full dog and slips her pants off for you to take. They are really hot and... oh, the crotch is damp... why are you not surprised. When you are about to split off from her, you brush your hair back a bit and realize your ears are still triangular and folded over!

"Wait, what? Why didn't my ears change?"

*Oh... you can't change them? Eh- give it a while.*

"Is it normal for changes to linger like that?"

*Mmmmm...yes? Sort of. You see it is triggered by your mind, but transforming sort of puts you more into the mind of the body you gained, right? Well a dog mindset can't turn human- so if you have a canine transformation spell also inside of you, it is going to trigger that instead.*

"So I just... think more human?"

*Yea. Well your body is mostly human so it will happen naturally without you needing to consciously do anything. Like I said, just give it a while and it will go away on its own.* She sniffed the air, leaning slightly close to you. *You had sex with Taffy? That couldn't have been in her true form, right?*

You blush immediately. "How did you know that?! She held my room key hostage!"

*I can smell her sex on you. And Abby- but that is less surprising. I don't mind- as long as you come home to momma, you can play with all the girls you want. I will be here when you want a WOMAN.*

Yikes. You're stuck in an entire town of horny female dogs, and they all want a ride on the new guy. As you wander off to see if you can find a place to work while you are here, you think more on it- trying to change your mind set a bit. You are stuck here, sure, and half the town wants to have sex with you- which would normally be weird. They want to be with the canine version of you though, not the human, so it wouldn't even be with your own body sort of. And you certainly enjoyed your time with Fortune the other night and have no complaints about having Abby ride you.

Now that people know you are in on it- the partially transformed are no longer trying to evade your gaze. Plenty of women around, mostly manning the workplaces while almost all men are at least a little bit dog. It goes away on its own... but if you become canine again before then, you deepen the side effect further, and extend the period you'd need to go for it to completely wear off. But the more canine your mind is, the less self-control you're going to have. You see half-dog men fucking women leaned against the walls in laneways here and there, and even in the short period you see them as you walk by you can see changes. The bodies of the men pulsing in strange ways before part of them lets go and with the sound of stretching tissue the part deforms into that of a dog. A bit rarer- you see a few demi-dogs banging fully ferals. Being surrounded by sex on all sides in broad daylight, it is hard to not get a boner. When you do though- you feel a strange tingle in subtle waves sporadically from your tail bone, up your taint and fading into your balls and the base of your shaft. Your body is probably trying to convert your genitals again from being forced to think about it, but you are thus far able to resist.

You wander into a gas station to see a very beautiful woman behind the counter looking extremely bored- there is a Pitbull beside the counter sleeping; most likely her 'boyfriend'.

"Hey, don't suppose there are any temp jobs around? As you probably already know, I am stuck here a while so-"

"Oh my God, yes!" She dashed around the counter and hugged you abruptly, smushing her D cup melons against your arm through her paper thin cyan top. She pointed to the dog. "This lout was supposed to be running the store like he always has, but he was my master so I converted him when the town was taken over, right? Except he couldn't keep it in his pants and now he can't go human! He can't run the store as a dog! So now I got stuck with his boring job!"

"D-doesn't that mean you also couldn't-"

"Oh please, he fucked at least four other dogs. Once he got a taste for it he started following any bitch who wagged their tail."

She immediately gave you the key to the register and practically shoved you back to where she had been standing. She pointed a few things out to you, including a security camera- telling you not to do anything stupid, because you are technically being watched. She then pressed her crotch into your butt and pinned your erection to the counter.

"Borrowing Fortune's pants huh? I can smell something very manly behind her musk though."

"Didn't you get into this mess because you had too much fun with men?"

"Yeeeaaa... but I have been making sure he is a good boy and doesn't get any- except that also means I don't get any. And unlike Frank- I have been a good girl~ besides, you wanna earn the job, right?"

You turn around and she immediately goes to pull your pants down, but you motion to the camera over her shoulder. "The security camera?"

"Who cares? Fucking isn't illegal- you know how many customers come through here and make me mop cum off the floor afterwards?"

Once she dropped your borrowed pants, she spun you around and bent herself over the counter, thrusting her butt into your erection. Now that it is out in the open you see you hadn't entirely restrained the changes- you penis extends further out from the foreskin than it should and the shaft is abnormally thick. She slips down her tight jean shorts and with a shrug, you decide you might as well. She has a damn fine ass, and your penis is already annoyingly erect again. You slowly push in a bit then gently thrust more in- waiting for the natural lube to build up so you don't drag her vaginal walls. Once she started panting, she grabbed the opposite end of the counter and pulled herself further onto it, and almost instantly her human form vanished! She canceled the spell! It felt like her pussy completely collapsed on your dick, squeezing it with a death grip! Oh... that is why. She reverted while you are still human- so her pussy would be comparatively tiny. She is a Doberman- but unlike Fortune, this woman is a purebred, two shades of brown fur instead of black and brown together. Her fur oddly matches patterns her human form had though- she had a streak of pink dyed in her hair, and while her hair is replaced with fur- the streak is still there. In this form the pink covers her entire left ear, and passes over her left eye before tapering off up her face. She also had a tattoo of a snake coiled around her entire left breast- in dog form the finer details of the tattoo are lost, but it still remains as the black silhouette of a snake across the left side of her chest!

Her little stump of a tail is practically vibrating as you fuck her over the counter. Because she is so much smaller than you, you hold her midriff to make sure you don't thrust her straight across and off the other side. A customer actually comes into the store- looks at you two and smiles a moment before resuming what they were doing. As soon as they went to leave, your dobergirl snarls, baring her teeth. The customer smiles and slaps several bills onto the counter beside her, and she barks in approval before they leave. Geeze- people really don't care about this stuff, huh?

You can feel your genitals trying to shift more, and try to resist but it seems impossible with all the pleasure- and letting it change more only increases the pleasure. You see your nails starting to turn into claws as you hold the Doberman. Heat on your back... fur spreading? Your penis fully transforms while you fuck her, so you slam your knot in and she immediately starts trembling like a leaf in the wind. You two are definitely tied together- your dick is enormous compared to her. You hear the Pitbull whine beside the counter. You start to shrink a little, but your feet also start to change, causing you to hover at the same height a moment, because your feet lengthening makes up the difference. You manage to cum before the changes get too bad. Most of the changes revert the moment you do- except your balls remain darker and coated in fur instead of pubic hair- and you do still have a tail. Your penis remains a bit girthy but returns completely to human shape. You shrank enough that you did not have to wait for you knot to shrink back to pull out- though it was still tight enough that it made an audible wet *pop*.

The Doberman remained panting on the counter for several minutes before stand up on it. *Thanks, mister. Things are heating up in Gracefront- and once the heat sets in it is impossible to think. You missed the quiet period, haha.* She plopped down onto the tile floor and eyed you up again. *What dog species did you get anyway?*

"Uh, Coy- er, Terrier? Fortune made me a coyote but Taffy turned me into a Terrier."

*It is Terrier then- you can't have both runes active at the same time.* She bowed her head and concentrated a moment- forming several glowing runes in the air before head-butting your leg and putting them inside you! *Hehe~ try that form on the next time you shift.*

"W-what is it?"

*Not telling~* And with that she sauntered out of the store to leave it in your hands.

You got your pants back on and wiped her juices off the countertop so you could lean on it like she had been. The day goes by fast enough- having a lot to think about helps the time pass you by. Several customers are fully canine males- the money they need stuffed under their collar. Collars they formerly put on their pets- before the roles were reversed. You did not notice before but the pants Fortune gave you really are kind of... musky. You also lack a shirt still- not that anyone cares. You find your penis hovering between soft and half chub almost constantly- the smell of Fortune on your pants keeps causing your mind to wander. To your surprise, Abby comes rushing in when you are about to lock up. Your shift is over but the Doberman hasn't returned to take it from you, so you are just closing the store instead for now.

"Oh, let me just get something quick before y- oh, it's you?"

"Temp job. Going to be here a while at least, so why not."

Once you lock up after Abby gets some snacks, you two head around to the side and sit at a picnic table set up for staff to sit on when they are having a smoke, since there is no smoking in the store. You two talk about random things for some time. She is wearing a skirt and a form-fit long sleeve today, since her dress from the other day is a bit messed up now.

Abby glances at your tail and blushes a bit. "Thanks for... before. So embarrassing."

"Don't be. This town is weird as heck- normal rules of society don't apply. The town is run by dogs, and dogs have a completely different set of morals to humans. You can't apply your rules to them."

"Well I am not a dog! Or... I am not supposed to be a dog."

"Well, I didn't mind anyway."

"Really?"

"I am bi, so yea."

She blushed an even deeper red. "R-really? Well, to be honest it felt... really good. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I was so embarrassed to be turned into a dog, but a MALE on top of that?! But, it felt really good, and the need was so incessant!"

A familiar voice chimed in from the low roof over your heads. "How about you turn dog of your own will and try it out under a different context then?" You and Abby both look up to see Fortune sitting above you on the roof in her human form- no pants so her pussy is out in plain sight.

"You mean, change to and from on my own?"

"Yea, sure. Can even switch up the breed if you want."

"But will it turn me male again?"

"Most dogs only learned the male transformation rune for obvious reasons, but I can do the female. Didn't like having a meastick?"

"W-well, I mean it felt good but... I am a woman!"

Fortune smiled and hopped off the roof. "Oh I have just the thing." She formed several runes in the air and then walked up and pat Abby on the shoulder- placing the runes in her body.

Abby made several cries of confusion and surprise as she flinched forward, and you could see her hairline advancing down in the back! It was growing down her neck... but it wasn't fur? It's still hair, or at least looks identical to hair. It started to wrap around to the front of her neck and for a moment it looked like her breasts were enlarging too, but when it started to shove her shirt away far enough to spill out of her collar you realized it was still more of the long flowing fur! It started to push in on the edges of her face and her expression scrunched up and the bones in her face started to crack and pop rapidly! Her face started to push out starting with her nose, dragging the rest behind it. As soon as the fur started to advance onto her face it shifted to very fine, ultra-short fur in complete contrast to the extremely long elsewhere. Abby held up her hands to watch them devolving into paws but then her eyes went wide and she thrust forward unintentionally! A bulge appeared under her skirt! Fortune decided to make her male after all?

Fortune gently placed a hand on her torso and eased Abby back a bit while taking the waist of her skirt in the other hand and shimmying it out from under her- pulling it off. There is a teat-drop shaped bulge jammed into her panties, and Fortune quickly moves to release it from its cloth prison as well! Her clit is evolving to be more phallic; swelling thicker and then longer, transitioning toward a canine penis slowly. Abby groans with desperation and rubs her thighs together from the intense feeling of her clit become over-engorged over and over again. Swelling with pressure to the point just before pain, where it feels almost like it is going to burst before the skin swells up with it and the entire thing grows in size only to repeat the process again. Her ovaries however did not increase in size. Her pussy did not swell shut. Fortune isn't turning her into a male. Her labia started to darken and swell fatter, rounder, and push further out- pursing together like a pair of lips looking for a kiss! Fortune is turning her into a hermaphrodite!

Abby lurches backward suddenly and her spine lets out several dull clicks and she falls right off her seat because of the position her lengthening torso forces her into- but Fortune grabs both her forming paws to keep her from falling to the ground, then slowly eases her own onto all fours, in a squatting pose. Abby watches her giant clit throbbing larger and becoming more phallic like it is hypnotizing her. You notice her face is still getting longer too... she already has a muzzle, but it's still going. You realize her breed was changed so a scent hound- or as some people call them 'sock dogs' because their face is so extraordinarily long that it looks a bit like a sock puppet. Her ears are long too but you cannot see them at all, because the long hair-like fur grows from their backs and completely blends them into the rest of her. The fur inflates her top completely, making it lumpy and deformed as more of it spills out of her sleeves and pools on the grounds, obscuring her nearly complete paws! Her feet start changing, causing her to rock back onto her butt a bit more to ease her weight off them as they change. The fur starts growing from the rest of her too now- because it becomes so long, it starts to form earlier in the transformation than usual- it's usually the last thing to come in.

Abby's forming penis used to be her clit- which is normally buried in the lower corner of the canine labia- so turning it into a penis stretched the labia's lower corner much further down, and wrapped it tightly around the base of the phallus to form a sort-of sheath, though it remained devoid of fur. Her labia swelled so far out from her and became so round and plush so quickly; watching it was sort of like watching an airbag being deployed. Her knot swelled into existence before the lower labia even turned into her pseudo-sheath, so it was already out and about as soon as it grew in. The end of her cock swelled noticeably thicker than the base, making it sort of shaped like a thick, mini baseball bat. You could see what looked like a rod being shoved up through the shaft, but realized it is the urethra- being re-routed into the cock. It got to the end and shoved outward, deforming the tip- causing the very end to impact slightly and stretching itself out from the rest to form the very point. The moment the opening formed, her entire body shuddered in pleasure and her cock erupted so much pressurized precum that it looked like she had an orgasm! Her body was producing pre before the urethra connected all the way out of her penis- causing it all to compact and pressurize with nowhere to go. Her fur became so long that it pooled on the ground under her- if Abby did not still have her shirt on, you wouldn't be able to see the shape of her body at all. She would look like the head of a mop with a dog's face sticking out of it. The fur on her tail is so long and heavy that she can't even lift it for more than a few seconds- it sweeps the ground behind her as she pants heavily and her transformation finishes.

Her cock is connected to the ground by a strand of pre- and before it thins enough to break, another drop falls and re-connects. It is throbbing so hard you can SEE her heartbeat. A drop of drool falls from her panting mouth and she makes several thrusts forward as she stands. Abby just meant to stand up, but her body reacted on its own from blinding arousal.

Fortune nodded. "Oh- yea, probably should have mentioned that. Arousal is part of the transformation. We have a separate spell that can delete the refractory period so a guy can go over and over- or overcharge it so they are pent up instantly and absolutely explode when they orgasm, buuut, we don't know enough about the individual parts of the transformation to be able to separate the arousal from it without fucking up the transformation itself. So, it's a package deal."

Fortune quickly transformed back to dog form and plopped down onto all fours, offering her own cushy cookie toward Abby. "We can get rid of that part easy enough though, can't we?"

Abby quickly scrambled onto her paws and hopped up onto Fortune- a bit of a dazed expression still on her face. Her thoughts likely whited out by sheer arousal. Your own penis is hovering at a half-chub from having watched it all, but your still tired from banging the Doberman. You smile and shake your head at the absurdity of it all and start to walk away, but you hear Fortune in your thoughts again.

*Going somewhere, stud?*

"Huh? Do you want me to watch? Rather not."

*She still has a juicy hole for you.*

Your cock twitched. "N-no-well, I kind of went earlier, so, spent already..." You feel almost dizzy. The air smells... heavy for some reason?

*Easy problem to solve. Refractory period? What's that?* Your penis starts to become fully erect suddenly! When it does you can feel the foreskin peeling back further than it should be able to already as your phallus deforms. *Or maybe you need a little extra incentive?* Your balls hop in your scrotum, your taint tightens and your urethra feels like it stretched a bit, and you immediately start dripping pre against the inside of her pants. There is a subtle pressure in your lower crotch... you feel so FULL. Need to cum.

You start panting unintentionally, but breathe heavily through your nose deliberately. The air is so heavy. It... there is a smell. You have no idea what it is, you have no words to describe it, but you can smell something and it's delicious. The more you smell the dizzier and hornier you get; your thoughts swimming.

*Oh. I see the Doberman switched your species.*

You stumble into all fours because you're too dizzy, but only a moment later your arms shove forward and your hip pops loudly! You're locked into all fours! The pressure and subtle tingle of growth and change surge down your limbs and your hands and feet start to stretch into paws.

*Oh, becoming too much canine? Know what will fix that? A good fucking.*

"W-wait, you said species. Not breed."

*Oh, you aren't turning into a dog, big guy.*

Well if you're stuck on all fours there isn't much reason not to anymore. When you approach Abby, she takes that as her queue to hop up onto Fortune- who has to bow her rear legs a bit to let her up. Scent hounds aren't exactly small but Fortune is still bigger. Abby thrusts halfway in on the first stroke, but then has to grab Fortune's midriff with her front paws and try to scoot forward more, making smaller thrusts to get the rest of the way inside- minus the knot; which was yet again already out at the start of things. Your knot it not out yet and your penis still transforming, but you hop up onto Abby just the same and thrust in even as your hands and feet were only just finishing their transition to paws! You see your hair fall past your eyes as your face starts to stretch slowly and fur covers your head in its place. Your teeth lock together as they change to fangs. You flinch a bit and scrunch up your face as the end of your nose feels freezing cold a moment, and the air becomes so sharp it almost hurts your nose. The coolness adjusts but the intensity of the smells do not. Your sense of smell is far greater than any normal dog.

It is not as though all smells just became stronger- your ability to differentiate and pick up on them became greater. You could smell things in such detail that you could almost visualize where the smells were coming from. You are able to smell shrimp on Fortune's breath. That smell that is too subtle to identify? It is emanating from both of their hot boxes- what you were smelling is their arousal. Emotion triggers chemical reactions in the brain- all of those chemicals produce smells. Very, very tiny smells- but you can now pick up on them. You can smell emotion- in sweat, their breath... the glistening moisture dripping from their pussy lips. Most of the new smells you have no idea what they even are, and they are too subtle to describe, but you still pick up on it. Being able to smell just HOW aroused the women are only drives your own arousal higher. It is like you can inhale their pleasure and send it straight to your own brain.

You barely even notice the fur sprouting and spreading from your upper back across your body. Your vision turns partially blue from bloodflow behind your eyes, and vibrates from all the movement in the bones of your skull as it continues to deform into a canine shape. Longer muzzle than a coyote, still relatively the same shape though. Smaller ears and more upward pointed, though still triangular and erect. Fur on your limbs looks very pale brown, almost white but a diffused brown on your muzzle? You still can't figure out what you are turning into- but to be fair; you can barely think at all with your level of arousal and pleasure. You grin with your fangs at how you can control how Abby thrusts into Fortune with your own thrusts into her. You start to feel the top of your swelling knot push against Abby's plush labia, but the other half is still in your sheath. Your tail is bushy and fairly long when it grows in, almost the same as a coyote but the wrong fur color. Your back and tail are brown like your face but with an overcoat of black and speckled white? Wait- that's it! A jackal! That's why your sense of smell is so damn good- jackal's put all other canine to shame with their noses.

Almost as if to celebrate finding out what you've becoming you ram in deeper into Abby, using her plush labia to shove your sheath back enough to pop the knot out and plunge it into her! Your sizes are similar enough that you tie her- you cannot pull it back out, so you are forced to use shallow, quick thrusts. You'd want to edge yourself to enjoy this longer, but your anatomy no longer allows it. You are glad Abby is still wearing her human shirt or it might be harder to hold onto her- her fur is so long you can barely find her body under it. You are the first to cum, because Fortune made you so pent up! Your knot throbs hard as stone as you absolutely blast Abby's pussy full! Never mind the orgasm as a whole- each individual rope of cum lasts for two seconds before it pauses a fourth of a second and resumes with the next! You actually FILL her completely and the cum pressure starts to shove back onto you, like it's trying to pop your dick out, but the knot holds you in. Abby goes cross-eyed from the feeling as the liquid pressure you're filling her with bends her vaginal passage out like an inflating balloon, which then squishes her new prostate, and causes her pleasure to spike suddenly, putting her toward full orgasm! Abby bows her head and practically collapses onto Fortune's back as her own cock erupts- almost feeling as if she were cumming YOUR spunk, because getting rid of it takes pressure off her overinflated vagina.

The three of your stand there panting, locked together in a train. Fortune bows her hips suddenly and jerks forward, causing Abby to yip in surprise and you can hear the *pop* as the knot comes loose- Fortune is big enough that Abby wasn't able to fully seal it in.

*Well, I have to get going- still need to get in my daily cardio!*

You look at her, but are unable to get your own dick out still. *Wait, there was something I wanted to ask.*

*Then you'll have to catch me first.*

*I can't move yet!*

Fortune let out several odd yips that sounded like a laugh. *Then you better use your nose to catch up.*

*Always making me chase after you...*

*Fortune favors the bold.*

And with that she dashed off- pussy still glistening from your romp. You and Abby sit down to wait for the knot to loosen. Neither of you are telepathic so you cannot talk in these forms. Come to think of it- Taffy did not talk in her feral form, either. Only some dogs learned how to do telepathic projections. You wanted to ask Fortune about the town vet. Of all the people the dogs wanted to punish- the vet was by far the most hated. Did Zaya kill them? You are actually humoring the idea of possibly staying in this town permanently, but... not if everyone was in on a murder and okay with it happening.

By the time your dick can actually pop out you are partially human again- and Abby has grown and had her torso partially revert as well. Once you are human enough to form words with your demi-muzzle you tell her to think human thoughts, concentrate on what her form is supposed to be, and it should revert. Of course even saying that- you are still 70% jackal. But you also don't want to revert entirely- you need your nose to find Fortune again. Abby concentrates and her body slowly starts to shift, but you leave her to her task and chase after Fortune again. The sun is starting to vanish entirely on the horizon and twilight makes it hard to see- so you rely almost entirely on your nose. Your shoulders and upper torso turned human while waiting to get out of Abby- but your hips did not change so you have to run on all fours, and moving on all fours- after only a block- caused your shoulders to crunch back into a quadruped position. Your erection never went away- your knot shrank away but your penis remains flopping around in the open. In chasing after Fortune, you have to track the scent... but her scent turns you on. She is still horny- based on her smell you don't think Abby actually made her orgasm. You can smell so many other dogs in the air too- everywhere. Lots of sex, lots of arousal.

You can smell Fortune apart from anyone else. The exact emotional reactions to things, the blend of emotional intensities and the general habitat that each person chooses to live in- every single person has a scent that is theirs alone- and in this form your brain has a special place reserved just for archiving the ID smells of those you keep close. She could roll around in a pile of garbage and you would still be able to track her scent through it. Based on the volume of her smell and the intervals you pick up on it at; you can even tell how fast or slow she was moving when she was there. You can predict where she currently is, what direction she is moving, and how quickly she is going all by smell alone. You also start to feel a bit dizzy again. Though your body still runs at the same speed, your mind slows and clouds with arousal. There is another hot cookie that wants you to plunge into at the end of this trail. And so much sex around you as well. The heat cycle is only just beginning- none of them are in full heat yet, so it's actually going to get even crazier than this. 24/7 town-wide orgy? Hot, and also a little frightening.

Since you can pick up on the emotion of people you smell close enough- you notice none of the former humans are afraid or particularly upset. They seem more dog than the actual dogs. It is ironic- because they gained human forms; all the dogs who were born that way now have human-level intellect. But the humans who were turned dogs seemed to have devolved mentally. They are smarter than average dogs, but still a lot dumber than the average human. So even when they are both in feral form- the dogs are still smarter than the people now. You guess it's because of the imperfect spell, and how traits linger. It wasn't like this at first- they could have a human brain in feral form like the actual dogs do, but once the attributes settled in and lingered in increasingly canine forms; their minds regressed with it. You see one man in the middle of the street, stumbling forward as a half dog- his fly popped open and fully canine erection bobbing in the air. You are about to ask if he is alright but you hear some bones pop and he groans and lurches forward. It almost looks like he is turning into a werewolf since the moon is in the sky now, but he falls onto all fours and starts to fully shift into a large husky. His cock is bouncing up and down as if it were saying 'Yes' over and over, flicking strings of pre all over the road under him. You realize from his scent that he is regressing to full dog entirely on arousal alone. He is literally too horny to be human. The scent of arousal in the air and so many ripe females is literally driving him nuts. He doesn't seem to notice you watching at all, and once his transformation settles he immediately bolts off- chasing a scent he is familiar with.

Fortune's scent gets thicker in the air- she must have slowed down. You find her standing on the rim of a fountain in front of city hall, lapping at the water in its basin. You see the blue-white shimmer of moonlight off her plush pussy... the first thing your eye catches since her scent trapped you in a horny state. Your knot even swells a bit now that you are so close to her, but remains in your sheath.

You are a bit too dazed to actually speak up, and she notices you first. *Oh, found me have you? Good boy. So, what did you want to talk about?*

"I rawrr, warrnt... I ar-"

*J-just think it. Your face is still too canine to speak.*

*Sorry. Hard to think too....*

*Oooh? Still horny? I guess I did overcharge you, which would have reduced your refractory period too. Tell you what- I could still use a good pounding, why don't you juice this bitch first and then we'll talk~*

You are about to walk around her, but she walks up to you, then walks so close you sit down to back up a bit. She places a paw on your chest and then rocks you backward- you quickly lose balance and flop onto your back! She steps over you, then you are a bit nervous as she places her rear right paw on your nut sack and steps down- its high enough off the ground that she doesn't squeeze your balls, but pulling the scrotum down tightens the sheath and causes your dick to point straight up toward her, rather than up along your torso! She rocks her hips forward to hover her honey pot over your cock and sits on it before taking her paw off your nuts! She places her paws on your midriff and you groan with an almost roar-like sound as your chest pops and returns to fully jackal. She hammers her hips down onto you, slamming your dick far enough into her love triangle that her labia actually billow down around your sheath and suck on its opening when she pulls back up. It does not take your knot long to swell up, and start to be forced out of the sheath from lack of room. You place one paw on her midriff over you to feel how solid all her many nipples are. They bend easy but immediately flick back perfectly straight the moment you let go, making them fun to play with.

Now the sun was gone entirely, and the sky fades from purple on one side to a star-speckled black on the other, with dark blue in between. Her right side catches the blue-white light from the moon on her glossy fur, while her left side is a black silhouette in the night. You shiver from the feelings and your face pushes out more, turning you completely feral jackal again. For only a brief moment you recall having a tail unintentionally today. That was before you went feral again and fucked twice in a row. Are you going to be able to return fully human? Or remain even more animal this time? No wonder so many people got trapped in their dog forms. It is never permanent- but it might as well be if the person it's on has zero self-control left. You can't turn back if you cannot make yourself want to turn back. In these forms- Fortune is still bigger than you, at least twice over. You can tell by how easily she pops your knot in once its ready- you can't completely tie her. It is a tight fit, but she can still pop off- and does. Since you aren't big enough to lock in place, she takes advantage of your knot once it's out to pop in and out over and over- using just your knot to pleasure herself. Fortune is very experienced in giving pleasure... but you are starting to wonder how good she is at receiving. Almost no one fits her properly, so she is really getting the ass-end of the deal every time. When she goes into full heat, that has got to be annoying. She feels you approaching orgasm, and can smell it in your arousal, see it in the look in your eyes. Her nose isn't nearly as good as yours but she can still taste your impending orgasm. You can also smell hers. You catch her off-guard and thrust your hips up when she tries to pop off again, then curl your body up enough to grab your paws around her torso and shove her down hard on your lap. You then pull your hip up a bit, causing your cock to angle back; but grinding your knot into the upper opening of her pussy- stretching her passage up enough to crush her hidden clit. Fortune makes a stuttered howl and you can feel the muscles in her hips shuddering as she cums! The muscle ribs of her vaginal walls fluttering around your cock and sucking on it like a thirsty throat sends you over your own edge immediately and you erupt cum again- though a normal sized load this time.

Fortune wasn't expecting to be out of breath too, so she remains on top of you and lays down on you for a few moments till the strength returns to her limbs- knowing her weight is a bit much for you to breathe under. She once again helps lick your cock clean before it returns to its nest of plush skin.

*So, you were going to ask me-?*

*The veterinarians? What happened to them when Zaya and the rest of the dogs took over? Dogs are loyal to their masters, even if they are upset at them, so all the former owners swapped places with their pets. But Zaya hated the vet.*

*Oh yea, we all had a bone or two to burry with the vet. It is a small town- there was only one vet in the first place, so everyone's ire was directed at them. Worse still- this all initially happened last month during the heat, so we were ESPECIALLY irritated.*

*You killed him?*

*Here. I actually know a looking-glass spell that can visualize memory. I can show you the event!*

Fortune jumps up onto the edge of the fountain again and starts to concentrate- a globe of water rises up out of the fountain and as she concentrates the globe ripples less and less. Once it is as still as the surface of a mirror- the globe reflects the office of Jace Rishub- the veterinarian.

Jace helped one of the men lift the table from the waiting room and use it to barricade the glass front doors. The town was overrun by angry dogs! New people appeared out of nowhere, naked, and using leashes to tame the people turning into more dogs- the newcomers were the former dogs, but most people were unaware of that yet. His secretary already had dog ears and she was panting behind the counter in increasing worry as she watched her hands stretch and nails turn into claws. She kept asking Jace if she was going to be okay. Her boyfriend was the one to help barricade the door but it was clear now he was turning dog as well. Jace let her hide with in the office too- thinking she would stop turning or revert if she got away from the dog who tried to change her, but it doesn't seem to have stopped anything. Jace assures her anyway- just because causing her more worry won't help anything. Her boyfriend complains about being so painfully horny, and she tries to chastise him but quickly quietens down when she spots his now large canine member sticking out of his pants- dripping pre in a steady stream. He acts delirious and she has to actively hold him off her after a while. Jace tries to pry him off and settle him down but he bites Jace in the hand! He growls like a dog when anyone but his girlfriend approaches! Eventually she is panting and too horny and delirious too, to be able to hold him off, and so he slams into her and starts fucking her over the counter right at the front of the vets! He slips back into his office, and the other two survivors just huddle into the opposite corner of the waiting room. After a short while he hears breaking glass, then the table slamming against the floor! He hears many dog sounds, barking at each other, and even a half-human sounding voice among them, before he hears stomping toward his office. Zaya was here.

He locks the door and is about to drag a large counter in front of it, but before he even moved the counter the door was smashed off its hinges by Zaya- snapping the door off like someone breaking a toothpick. The seven foot tall woman grins at Jace; foolishly trying to stand his ground and put up a brave front. Zaya stood in her full naked glory- none of the former dogs had stolen themselves human clothes yet. Several other dogs entered the office and fanned out around its edges to make sure he did not try anything stupid. There are syringes and chemicals he could use to kill them if he wanted- but if Jace actually made a move for them, they will bite off his hands first. Zaya held up an open hand and a runic array formed floating over it, but one of the runes started to sizzle, and grow brighter, and brighter as she overcharged it well beyond its intended level.

"What is it that you humans say...? Ah yes; payback is a BITCH."

She rushed forward and slammed the runes into him with an open palm, crushing all the air out of his lungs and slamming him into the back wall! She then stepped back and her own body started to shift!

Jace groaned and his entire body felt incredibly hot. His penis became erect almost immediately against his will, grinding against the front of his underpants. He stumbled back and had to lean his back against the wall as his feet started to shift into paws! He held his hands up and watched in fear as they started to devolve into paws as well. As hot as he felt he could not shed a single bead of sweat, forcing him to start panting like a dog already.

Zaya grinned at him and arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. Her DD globes sloshed to either side of her chest to reveal the shadow of fur which started to quickly bloom longer and longer between her breasts! Red-brown, like clay. Her lips turned black and her grin started to look more and more frightening as her teeth turned to sharp fangs. Her ears became longer but did not become pointed- the very tips flopping over a bit, but not enough to completely fold. Her hair seemed to stand on end as she hunched over and her hairline advanced down onto her upper back! It looked like she had a huge lion's mane at first. The fur swallowed her breasts and they shrank away under the cover of all the fur which was still getting longer. Her taught stomach gained six red dots that started to push out as large nipples, becoming darker as they grew longer, turning matte black ultimately.

Jace's own hair was turning to fur of equal length, and because it is softer and bushier than hair it kept falling over his eyes. He kept trying to blow it out of his face but it just fell back over. His facial hair grew in as white fur too, swallowing his face before it even started to push out. When his ears turned they grew grey fur- even though the rest so far is white. He had no idea what he was becoming, but as an observer you quickly recognize the features of an Old English Sheepdog. You do not yet recognize what Zaya is. The fluffy fur bangs overhang his eyes permanently and most of his other facial features are hidden behind fur as well. He groans, but they sound more like growls as his face pushes out and starts to distort his voice. Because his mouth is open through most of the change, the clicks and cracks of the bones in his skull changing shape are especially loud- echoing inside his mouth. His torso started to get a bit longer and more barrel shaped, making it hard for him to stand up straight. His cock was so compacted in his jeans that the teeth of the zipper started to get forced down one by one with a quiet, dull metallic pop over and over, causing the fabric of his underpants to bulge out further and further through the growing gap.

Zaya is hunched far over herself now, and her fur is so gigantically bushy it makes her look even bigger than she already was! Her own jowls grow longer as her face pushes out. Her muzzle and brows become a bit wrinkly with soft, loose skin, but are quickly consumed in the only short fur that will grow on her. Her tail grew out and the fur seemed to grow an inch for every back and forth it made, wagging behind her in anticipation. The fur obscured its shape as well, and caused its wags to lag behind because of the air resistance on all the fluff. The fur consumed her entire arms and started to grow longer to match her upper body before her hands even started to change shape. Her pubic hair turned to fur so it mostly hid the transition- which is a shame, because it is one of your personal favorite changes now. The linear pert outer labia of a human, billowing out into soft rubbery lips of a canine vulva. Her hips popped and her thighs were forced straight, and Zaya quickly plopped down forward onto all fours.

Jace's hips popped as well, but he caught himself between a stool and desk on either side. He made several thrusts forward unintentionally, and a wet spot formed on the front of his strained underpants, glistening with pre. The look on his face and his confused grunts and groans made him look especially horny. They had a separate spell that could control the size of a guy's load, or renew it immediately when emptied, so Zaya likely overcharged him to the absolute max- give him a taste of what he unintentionally inflicted on them for so many years. His underwear stuck far out the open fly, and popped the button as well! The bulge lurching forward after the button went shuffled his cock enough that it wormed its own way through the gap in his underwear and his fully canine phallus flopped into the open, flicking a gob of pre across the floor. His tail shoved his pants down in the back and caused them to slide down completely due to his unintentional thrusts. His tail is very fluffy like Zaya- but his fur is not as dense, so the fluff is much looser. His shoulders rotated, his arms popped and his front paws slipped off the table and chair, sending him to the floor as if forcing him to bow to Zaya as he finished transforming into a sheepdog.

Zaya plodded forward as her coat finished coming in, extremely thick and bushy. She shrank so little it was hard to tell she reduced in size at all. He could feel the vibrations in the floor from each of her footsteps. Her paw prints alone are almost as big as his head! Zaya is a brown fur Tibetan Mastiff- a dog the size of an entire couch. A dog you absolutely do not want to fuck with under any circumstances.

Surprising you, Zaya actually turned around and lifted her tail- wafting her scent into the air with the bushy fur on it, inviting him to fuck her. Well... that was not the punishment you would have thought she would give him, but you suppose it makes sense. Jace was absolutely ravenous with arousal and scrambled to get on her- she needed to bow her back legs to let him on and he sank in a bit to all her fluff. He immediately plunged into her giant pussy easily, and scrambled to get his grip in all her loose fluff. Zaya lifted her back legs, picking him up on her rump and then bowed her front legs instead, forcing him deeper into her. At first his frantic thrusts made a wet *thunk* sound when he squished her fat labia against his groin- his dick in her was like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. Or it was at first. The thunks turned to wet plaps, and then to squelching. His knot popped out of his sheath, but you could tell from its size that his entire cock must have grown! That was the overcharged rune! She did not just amp his libido one-time; she changed his actual form to have a bigger than normal dick!

He was still groaning with desperation as he thrust into her with all his remaining energy- he was so horny it hurt. His dick feeling like an overstuffed sausage, ready to explode if anything remotely pointed touched it. The surface of it became a very angry looking red and the web of veins a very dark purple- almost black in contrast. His knot was starting to look like a huge apple in size!

Zaya angled herself even steeper, and then thrust her hips back, causing Jace to hop on her, slamming his monstrously engorged knot into her! He actually fit her like another mastiff would- so his dick must be extremely large for his body size. Zaya started to huff with arousal too. Every time he shoved in- her juiced squeezed out and dripped down. That means his dick is so large that it's completely filled her?! Her labia start to bulge out further back and open on their own! Holy Gods- he is still growing!! The back of his knot becomes exposed! It is so enormous he is actually TOO BIG. The knot wouldn't fit in Zaya if it wasn't already inside of her when it grew. Her labia stretched around it like a huge elastic band! More and more of the knot became exposed- Jace wasn't even moving at this point, he was just whimpering in desperation. He knew if he moved too much it would pop out and it would be game over- he would never get it back in. Once it grew so large that half of it was already out, her labia snapped shut again and rejected the rest of the knot instantly! It looked like a veiny red soccer ball!! His knot alone was almost as big as his entire head!

Zaya flashed him some of her fangs in a cruel sneer, tilting her head up as she enjoyed his crazed hormone-consumed desperation. He fell off her as she stood up, but she thrust back at him, swallowing just his shaft now that his knot could never fit. Jace shivered and shuddered from sheer need and pleasure. But with every throb of pleasure... it grew still bigger. His cock now the size of a large human arm, his knot like two soccer balls sitting side-by-side. With every thrust she made back toward him, both their mixed fluids squelched loudly out of her from lack of room. Every thrust- more of the shaft remained exposed on the outside. Before he ran out of length- he hit the max in girth instead. As big around as a fire hydrant, his cock popped completely out of her. Zaya yipped in pain a moment as her pussy slowly closed again after having been stretched so far. She sat down with her tail wagging as she watched with the rest of the dogs around the room, and Jace's cock grew bigger, and bigger. His cock grew faster than his balls, but they were not immune to the growth either, and once they were large enough they started to billow forward with no room left under him, which put pressure on his cock and made it point higher up, pushing into the fur of his underside.

Jace started to rock his body, trying to masturbate himself with the fur on his underside but it started to grow so large that it was pushing too firmly against the fur. His knock grew so massive that it pushed into his midriff and forced him to bend his torso around it. His balls grew so large behind it that they lifted both his back legs off the floor between balls and knot! His shaft then became so thick and long that it ran out of room under him and lifted his front paws! He was suspended entirely on his own throbbing, impossibly tight genitals. He was jetting precum in pulses with the throbs like the stuttered stream from a garden hose! At this point his urethra was almost as wide as a garden hose too. His limbs squirmed- trying to get himself off. Desperate for touch; from anything, anywhere, he didn't care. It was all he could think of! He was holding back an ocean of cum. He sat up in the divide between scrotum and knot, and still it grew larger. His knot was now larger than his entire body! His cock was sliding across the floor, longer and longer. Zaya had to back up into the doorway.

Zaya bent down and slowly licked his perpetually spouting urethra, then slowly took the pointed end of his cock into her mouth- the only part of the entire thing that could possibly fit. Even then it was like sucking on the end of a traffic cone. She did not close her lips deliberately so the precum could cascade through her fangs and out the sides of her mouth- he produced far too much for her to swallow. Her droopy jowls prevented it from splashing out into her fur and messing it up. Jace let out several whimpers of gratitude for her mercy. It wasn't mercy though. With all her strength, Zaya pushed forward to press her lips into the head of his phallus and then with her full body, heaved it upward and let go! The tremendous weight of his cock forced him back and his balls rolled forwards and popped out from under him! Jace fell onto his butt, with his lap completely filled with balls so big they exceeded the length of his legs even when tightened. His dick tip brushed the roof as it swung up and then he dumped precum all over himself! All his soft fluffy fur became matted in place with hot goo. The cock bopped the back wall, right where the wall met the roof! He barked and used his front legs to shove back against it, but only shook it briefly. Oh no. It is so gigantic and heavy he cannot move it! He was trapped in that position! He could not fit into anyone- he could not get off! He was forced to remain horny permanently, dumping precum onto himself perpetually. Ah... well... now you see how it is more punishing-y. He told all the citizens it was too difficult to fix the females and caused them to all avoid doing it ever, but fixed all the males. He created a system where all the females were still horny but without any horny males to help. All those dogs, all those years- Zaya spit it back into his face.

When the water globe falls apart with a loud *gloop*, you look back at Fortune. *So... is... he STILL there now? A month later?*

*Ahaha~ w-well, we have some people reading up on it.*

*You.... don't know how to undo the spell?!*

*N-no. Not yet. I am sure we will figure it out... eventually. How complicated could it be?! He was causing us problems for years anyway. You know what they say; if it isn't broken, don't 'fix' it.*

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After your wild introduction to Gracefront; you decided you might as well stay. Abby was not sold on it, but said she would remain anyway for the time being- she became obsessed with the new sensation of having a dick. She never did fully revert you see. Abby never had a cock before, so she could not bring herself to getting rid of it entirely yet, so every time her transformation got to that part of the reversion, it got stuck. Of the times you have seen her since then- she is usually fully dog. You have only seen her half-revert briefly at most... but to be fair, the heat was setting in fully so the town also kind of went full orgy mode around then. You also found yourself a bit lost. It was not immediate. You avoiding flirtations from Taffy at least- after leaving you high and dry that one time, you were not giving her a second ride.

When you go to work though, the boredom and the scent in the air thanks to your ultra-sharp sense of smell causes you to give into the flirtations of some customers. And some bitches come in just to fuck- they aren't even there to buy anything. Nails a bit longer or thicker, not that big of a deal. Then the next time your tail is bushier- whatever. Then the next time your feet are still a bit paw-like, okay, should probably be concerned. Then your hands are deformed. Then the fur spreads. Maybe two orgasms before reverting this time? Some bitches love to suck rod like a lollipop- and you can knot their face. Then they bring friends... well you can't leave the other high and dry right? But then another customer walks in as you are finishing. Then you find yourself banging a bitch you don't even know the name of in town square... when did you get here? The nose of a jackal is too sensitive. Too much arousal in the air, too many dog vulva, fat and bloated with arousal and need. The searing, unforgiving heat in their loins making them drool and beg for it- and your hot rod the cure they need. Your human consciousness would return in short periods, and then mere blips here and there. A brief pause of panic when you realize how many bitches you fucked and how long it's been since you deliberately did anything other than seek more sex. You always calm down when you see Fortune. It seems wherever you wander- she is not very far behind. She pretends to be doing other things, but you have a feeling she is following you deliberately. If your mind becomes completely lost, Fortune will still look after you. You are still part of her pack- she will make sure your humanity eventually resurfaces once the heat ends.

When you exhaust yourself with sex, she is still there to hang out with you. The others lose interest if you can't plug their hole, but Fortune is with you either way. Running through the fields as a canine- low enough to the ground that the blades of grass are bent against your torso, tickling you as you run. The feeling of wind through your fur as you chase her around. Then you spot a rabbit and you both completely lose track of what you were doing and bolt after it- you don't even know what you would do if you actually catch it, but you never do anyway. Leaping from one building to another across rooftops, learning to jump to and skitter up fire escapes in full canine form. Houses and apartments just left open for anyone to wander through if their owners are not currently in them. Even when dogs are not around you can still smell them- smell where they went, guess at what they are doing. Small town? You know where everyone is at any given time. Just piles of dogs sleeping together in the middle of the road- no traffic so who cares, just sleep under the night sky with each other to keep warm. They spray-painted 'In Dog We Trust' across the front of city hall.

During the day when heat was in full, it was like a writing ocean of flesh and fur. Dogs frantically fucking and swapping partners so fast it was like you were floating on waves of bodies, a lick at your cock from two or three dogs passing by playfully before you find another hole to fill, and then someone takes your hole from behind, and then you have a conga-line of dogs fucking. Their spells ensured that your balls never ached from being emptied too completely, your shaft never chaffed- you always felt full and needy like the females so you had no reason to turn them down. If you got too hot from all the fucking you just fucked a bitch on the side of the fountain while standing in the water. Even the women who were turned into female dogs initially just to get them out of the way join in, because being dogs caused their heat to sync with the rest- and their arousal drives them to act like the dogs they were turned into. So during full heat you could not tell who used to be human and who was born a dog- everyone was basically the same. Gracefront is a town of dogs only.

A female poodle shoves her nose under you and slides under you like a snake, glancing over her shoulders to flex her brows and invite you to thrust in, and you nearly do- but you see Fortune again in the corner of your eye and refuse- instead walking to Fortune. The poodle very quickly finds another mate anyway. The road is almost slippery from the amount of genital fluids smeared on it from the constant orgy. Fortune is doing her dog-laugh at a Chihuahua male who tried to mount her but immediately fell out. Sorry little guy- your too short for this ride.

*Fortune.*

*Oh, hey.*

*Just bumped into each other on chance again, huh?*

*Small town- don't get an inflated ego.* She nodded toward the writhing mass of dogs fucking- spurts of cum arching over the crowd every few seconds. *I have no shortage of males.*

*But... do they do the job?*

*H-huh?*

*I noticed before, but didn't want to say anything, but... it seems you are always giving guys a fun time, but are barely satisfied yourself. Y'know, because you're a larger dog.*

She paused a moment, frozen up in surprise. *Wuh- well. Isn't that sweet. I get... enough. I enjoy watching them get off and knowing I caused it too.*

*You have other runes. Why not swap me out? Make me big enough.*

Fortune glanced around. *Oh I don't know... okay, uh... I have... this rune that is sort of forbidden. Zaya might get pissed that I used this myself without discussing it with anyone buuut... I have a real special form I can give you that no one else has.*

You hoped it would not take too long to change you since your knot was pulsing so hard right now it felt like it was strangling the rest of your dick. Fortune placed a paw down between your front paws and from there a set of runes bloomed across the ground. Rather than activate and rush into you, they pulsed and then suddenly another ring of runes bloomed out of that... and then another from that... and then another from that. The runes turned an emerald green instead of the usual near-white. Several other dogs paused their own activities when they see the runes encroaching on them.

*Uhhh... w-what form are you using?*

*Well. Transformation spells cannot copy their powers obviously but... there is nothing stopping them from copying the physical bodies of Gods.*

You grunt suddenly from what felt like a wave of pressure washing over you- like someone had just turned gravity up, but your body immediately retaliated when all of your muscles clenched and started to pulse larger in tiny, rapid increments! Your claws sharpened to points and it felt like someone was sliding the ground out from under you somehow. You look down to see your limbs sliding further out- not because you or the ground is moving, but because you're becoming so much larger in comparison to it! Your upper body grows a bit larger than the back, and your head grows larger in comparison too. Larger head... wolf? Your fur was changing color completely, and becoming a bit longer but not by a lot. The color completely changed, turning black on your limbs and half your tail, but then the black areas and your face are colored a blue-silver, while the rest turned snow white! Well that definitely is not a wolf. Though physically you DO resemble a wolf, closely. You look at Fortune who just smiles back as your eyes raise to meet hers, and then continue. You are even bigger than Fortune?! You are in grey wolf territory. But then even bigger. You can feel the air moving past your cock as it bobs eagerly under you with more and more weight! Your knot swells up so large it looks like your dick ate two tennis balls. Your testicles are the size of softballs, doing pushups in your furry silver scrotum. Your muscles clenching and swelling makes you feel so tight. It feels like having a good stretch, but it doesn't end, nor does it cramp like it would if you stretched for too long. Your fur is longest on your neck and tail, hiding your neck under a demi-mane. You start to get a bit nervous of your size when you approach the size of a small vehicle! You are so large by the time you stop growing that Fortune could walk under you without having to duck, or her ears being able to touch your underside.

*Dog of Almighty Lugh. The legendary Failinis.* She walked under you and licked your dick once. *You're gunna have to bring that down a little, big guy.*

You lower your hips a bit, waving your 13 inch meat bat in her face. Toward the end it is as thick as a football, then tapers off toward the base before ballooning out again at the knot. She takes the end in her mouth and hums in pleasure as she sucks gently and licks. Her tongue presses into the underside of the shaft but either side of her wide, flat tongue flutters, sending shivers of pleasure through you. After she has you lathered up she turns and pushes her plush pussy against it, telling you not to thrust yet. It takes more will power than you would think to simply not move while she turns her hip from side to side, getting the end of your cock to stretch her pussy one way and then the other, very slowly shoving more into her. Her pussy is wrapped so tightly around you, you'd think she was a living condom. She growls softly and pushes back rather hard on your shaft. You start to worry that Fortune can do it- this seems as far down as she can go and she is only a fourth of the way on. She tells you to push- slowly.

You gently push forward with your hips, but you end up pushing her entire body forward rather than getting your dick any wetter. Fortune then scoots back, bows her front legs and shoves her butt up- angling your dick more up and down. Wow... she is determined, huh? She is trying to use the ground to brace herself against. You thrust again but only a tiny bit more gets in, then you make micro thrusts and with wet squelching sounds your dick goes in a tiny bit more each time, while Fortune just braces herself against the ground. You can hear her exhale every time you thrust in- your dick is occupying so much space inside of her that you're knocking the air out of her lungs! Past the halfway point- your shaft gets a bit thinner here, so it starts to slide in more steadily. You bop her pussy into your knot and pull back and start thrusting normally- though careful to be gentle. The other dogs could see the bulge of your cock up half her entire torso when you burry your bone fully.

*Mmmph~! M-m-uhnnn~* Hah, your thrusts blank her thoughts in pleasure so even her thoughts are mostly just moans of pleasure. *Muh-rrrr*

*Hmm?*

*M-moar. Keep... keep going.*

Wait, what? She has to be kidding. *There is no way-*

She growled at you. *Don't you dare stop now.*

You feel like you are stuffing her cervix up between her lungs, how in the fuck could you possibly get your knot in there!? You push down, and her pussy presses into the front of your knot, and she snarls at you to push harder. She is braced against the ground under you almost vertically so you're not going to push her away by accident. You can feel the painfully tight muscle ribs of her outer vagina stretch around your knot like a too-tight elastic band. How is this not hurting her?! Or IS it hurting her, and she is just going it for you? You can feel her throbbing clit against your knot as if it were sitting directly against it, because the skin between is stretched paper thin. Almost halfway. You have to shuffle your feet forward a bit to properly brace yourself for this at this point. A good number of other nearby dogs have completely stopped their own breeding to watch you and Fortune in awe. A bit further, a bit more... half way. A little bit further and suddenly your dick is yanked forward! Because it is mostly round- once you get past halfway, the tension of her skin yanks it the rest of the way in, instantly! She wheezes as you smash the air out of her, and then gives a shrill pitched whimper in pain!

*Oh Gods, I-*

*F-f-f-fine.... I am... fine, aaahn~ hurts.... hurts so good. Keep going, don't let the pleasure stop or the hurt is all I will feel.*

You can't thrust hard even if you wanted to. You're tied so tightly to her your dick might as well be fused to her body. You make micro thrusts, and it sends the same feeling of electrical waves of pleasure through both you and Fortune- overshadowing the sharp ache of having her pussy obliterated. She shudders in orgasm and you think about backing off, but realize you have to finish- if your knot doesn't shrink you can never pull out. Her pussy juice immediately squirts out around your dick, because there is zero room inside of her for it to pool. Your knot pulses faster as you get closer. She is so fucking tight around your dick, you can feel even the slightest twitch of muscle inside of her because of how tightly she is pressed into you. When she has more mini-orgasms, the shuddering and muscle contractions from pleasure feel like they are transferring her pleasure straight into your cock. You start panting and thrusting a bit harder than you mean to- the pleasure is making it hard to control and your mind is partially degraded to that of a dog, so your will power is weaker than you'd care to admit.

With a gasp, grunt, and then howl you lurch forward, then straighten your fore legs and thrust forward with your hip without thinking! You orgasm powerfully and can feel the flow of cum immediately backfire onto your own dick because it has nowhere to go! It erupts from around your knot! Your thrust swept Fortune off her paws entirely! You are holding her entire body up off the ground with just your cock! It is like a fountain of cum, splatting the ground and forming an increasingly large puddle below you two! Once you finally finish cumming you realize you tossed her around on the end of your cock and try to let her down, but her limbs are limp, so you just flop over onto your side. You need to wait for it to go 100% flaccid before you even attempt to pull out, or you will literally invert her entire vaginal passage. Her womb is like a water balloon right now- your urethra was jammed INSIDE her cervix so what cum you managed to keep inside of her, has completely filled her womb to capacity.

You finally start to slide out gently, seeing your cum ooze out quickly behind your cock. *A-are you okay?*

Fortune was still breathing heavily- she could not get her breath back with your dick still in her, so she could only just now start to catch her breath. *Y-yah, heh. That was fucking great. I am going to be extremely sore for a while now but.... worth it. Oh Gods I feel like the entire lower half of my body has been completely hollowed out. I feel empty now that you pulled out, haha. It will take a while for everything to settle back into place. I think you murdered my heat though.*

*Hah, with the amount of cum I fired off I could have put out an entire burning building, so I would hope so. If that didn't do it- nothing will.* You put one of your paws over her and hold her close to your underside while you two lay together. *Glad I could be the one to help you this time.*

*Oooh. You're still a pup at heart.*

And so you considered that the official start of your residence in the town of Gracefront. As crazy as it all was, it was nice here. An entire town run by dogs- and kind of a paradise really out in the middle of nowhere, with the great prairie all around. When the train came next, neither you nor Abby got back on. Abby was still using her excuse of wanting to try out having a cock for a bit longer, but after over a year of using the excuse people just stopped asking- she was staying permanently regardless of how she wanted to spin it. You did not have to keep paying for the hotel room- Fortune let you stay with her, in the house with her formerly human family, but you kept working at the corner store anyway just for something to do. The heat turned the town into a wild orgy, but when it settled the town was surprisingly normal. At least once you get over the fact that most of the dogs you see are actually humans, and most of the humans you see are actually dogs. You had no idea what to expect when you got into that train car full of dogs. All you had was a bit of money, some clothes and a sliver of hope. You wouldn't have ever thought a place like Gracefront could even exist, but you are glad it does. Coming here was good fortune after all.