Experiencing Feral Heat 1: The Urinal Trick
#1 of Experiencing Feral Heat
This is my first short story since high school, and ...
This is my first short story since high school, and my first one ever about yiffin'!
Just thought I'd take a crack at it. :) Hope you enjoy!!
The Urinal Trick
By: Felix Tile the Cat
She stared into the mirror, looking deeply into what had to be her own eyes. Her sight was grainy and blurry, like looking through a dirty window, but she could see the outline of her furry figure starring back at her, squinting and blinking. She opened her jaw to examine her new teeth and tongue and to confirm that it was in fact her reflection staring back at her.
Memories were flooding back in random bits. Washing her hands in her kitchen sink back home, eating ice cream last Christmas after dinner, learning how to drive stick. Thoughts, feelings and moments were flowing into her consciousness; like files being downloaded on a computer. The feeling began to make her nauseous and dizzy, but it would soon pass, as it did before, and she would understand a little more about whom she was and what had happened to her. I really need to pee, was her first clear thought.
It was a Wednesday afternoon when she finally broke out and discovered herself. She was making her way back to her bed, located on the far wall of the unit. She secured a gurney for herself close to the bay windows overlooking the parking lot where she often would stare out of the window, watching people making there way to and from their cars, watching the ambulance drivers smoke cigarettes and watching people loading and unloading wheel chairs.
As she hopped up onto the gurney, something hit her. She realized something. I'm Cathy Summers! It hit her like she had been woken from a very realistic dream she was having, and now she knew, this was the real world! Her memory of the time she had been in the hospital was fuzzy and missing large sections, like her time spent at the hospital was an event that had happened a long, long time ago. She tried to speak, she wanted to call for help, but the sound she made was more of a bark! Her second attempt sounded more like speech, but made her throat very soar.
"Where am I?!" She whispered.
With the simple question, she immediately grabbed the attention of the nurse that had been moving medication.
The nurse in light blue called the two doctors over, who where filling out paper work.
"We were wondering when you were going to come around. How many fingers am I holding up?" The Doctor asked.
Her throat was soar so her words came out like a whisper. "the... three."
The older doctor shook his head and smiled while the nurse standing next to him shone a bright light into her eyes.
"Could you tell me your name?"
She knew the answer, her name was Cathy, but her whispered reply was too quiet to be audible.
"You're at the hospital, you've had a terrible accident, and we've had to take some drastic measures to keep you alive, as I'm sure you've noticed."
She had so many more questions, but the pain in her throat grew worse when she tried to speak, so she kept quiet.
"I'm Doctor Keener," he said in the most calming voice he could. He gestured to the other two people in white. "This is Doctor Asbury, and this is nurse Julie."
She looked over the other two.
"You're throats probably pretty soar right now, but when you're ready, we will be able to answer any questions you might have. For now, you'll probably want to rest for a while and allow yourself to adapt to your new shape."
She was beginning to piece it all together. She gave him a slight nod in affirmation, as everything was beginning to make sense. She wondered why it had taken so long for her to piece anything together! She was a thousand times smarter now!
She was panicking and she started panting faster and faster.
"Calm down, You're safe here."
The doctor did his best to assure her, but she ignored him as her eyes darted around the room. Colors were difficult to tell apart, random sounds from all over the place were filling her head, smells seems so vivid and pungent, like everything was right in her face!
"Cathy, look at me." He ordered. "You're ok, just relax. I need you to take deep breaths."
The short nurse grabbed her from the other side of the gurney, stopping her from falling off. She looked into the doctor's eyes with panic a moment before she went limp. She was out cold.
Subdural hematoma kills quickly if the pressure on the brain cannot be relieved. In Cathy's situation, the brain was bound to die. The only way to keep her consciousness alive was to move it into a new host. A surrogate. Transference, a relatively new procedure and concept, still widely disputed by the religious right, displaces a person's unique essence, (or soul for those who see things a little more spiritually), into another living organism with similar brain capacity.
For Cathy it would have been an easy choice, and having no available brain dead human candidates (or human sacrifices, for that matter) the local pound was the best bet.
She now found herself trapped in a prison of furred flesh. A 3 year old female boarder collie. In time, her rushes of memories would peak, as the construction of new synapses would be completed. Until then, she would remain at the hospital for as long as it would take to complete the physical and mental therapy required to adapt to a new nervous system.
That night, another K9 surrogate, a white husky named Pete, woke to the sound of a tray of empty urine sample bottles hitting the floor. He noticed almost immediately, that his penis was fully erect and uncomfortably pushing against the sheets where he lay. He shuffled position giving it some room and lazily looked over at the glowing digital clock sitting on the floor next to him. 2:39.
His ears perked in the direction of a sound, clacking claws against tile moving towards the women's washroom.
He sighed and sank back into his pile of blankets, but his cock was painfully hard and uncomfortable. This didn't usually happen to him. He was tired and wanted to go back to sleep, but it just wouldn't go away. Cautiously looking around the unit to make sure he wasn't being watched, he slipped his muzzle lower towards his groin and gave him self a few shameless licks. His tongue was wide and very good at stimulating his sensitive parts, but this time it was like electricity! Only a few licks later and his soar and heavy testicles erupted, shooting a large rope of cum across his muzzle, and several more across the dark tiled floor where he lay.
He heard the sound of clacking again and quickly kicked his blankets over the mess, then hurriedly licked his jaw clean. It was fairly dark so he wasn't too concerned about being discovered. He stayed still in the dark, eyes half closed. The dark silhouette of what looked to be a boarder collie slightly smaller than himself stood by the public washrooms.
The figure stayed still for a moment, peering into the darkness. It sniffed the air a few times and then turned back towards the woman's washrooms.
Pete tossed on his small bed, still unable to sleep, his groin still uncomfortable. He should probably throw his blanket in the wash before morning he thought to himself, he made a much bigger mess than he usually makes. He also needed to pee.
He grabbed the soiled bed coverings in his teeth and tossed them quietly into the hamper only a few feet away before making his way to the washrooms.
The other K9 emerged from the women's room again and abruptly came face to face with him.
A powerful new smell hit him at the same time, stunning him temporarily. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence the figure introduced her self.
"Hi, I'm new here... Can you help me with something?"
The words were in the quietest whisper, and without a K9 ears, he probably would've missed the whole sentence.
He fumbled with his words, still curiously stunned by this females smell.
"Uh.. oh. .. Hey, I'm Peter. Umm.. wh..at's the problem?"
She was blushing and nervous to speak, but she was desperate.
"How is a dog supposed to use the washroom in this place? I really need to pee but I can't lift the lid."
This time her words were a little more audible.
"Oh.." He smiled. "You're Cathy! Sorry, I didn't recognize you! Good to know that you made it! You were touch and go for a while there. You've been walking around this unit like a zombie for almost 2 weeks! They thought you were too far gone to make it out of your shell!?
"My Shell?" she asked.
"Yah! You know, the time before you're self-aware. We call that breaking out of your shell. No ones su- .."
"Sorry, to stop you, but I really have to pee!" Cathy said wincing.
"Oh, of course." He said. "Sorry. Here, follow me."
For the moment he was talking to her, he hadn't noticed how that smell had been affecting him. He felt happy do be with here, but as he began to move towards the men's washroom, he began to panic as he realized that his cock was sticking half way out of its sheath and bumping uncomfortably against his thighs as he walked! He kept his tail as low as he could, hoping that she wouldn't see his shameful excitement as she followed only a few feet behind.
He tried to keep his mind on other things as his situation continued to get worse.
"Uhh.. I hear you were hit by a car."
He realized the words sounded stupid as they came out of his mouth, but he needed to say something to divert his attention.
"Yah, I guess so." She said sorrowfully as they entered the brightly lit room.
He cleared his throat exaggeratedly.
"Uh.. so", you got to pee into the urinals like a dog would. Or like a human wouldn't."
She cocked her head.
"What?"
He did have to pee anyway, and decided the best way would be to show her. He moved to the last urinal and positioned himself beside it. Looking away from her slightly, realizing now he would probably have stage fright. He lifted his right leg and balanced himself by resting his knee lightly against the cold porcelain of the urinal. To his surprise, a few moments later he began to feel his bladder loosen and he was able to go.
Without any hesitation the smaller female positioned her self next to the urinal in front of him, lifted her leg, and clumsily balancing herself against her side. She released her bladder with a gratified sigh.
She kept her tail raised high, instinctively protecting it from splash back, offering Pete a generous view of her tail base. Right away he knew what was making him so flustered. Her vagina looked red and swollen, and the fur surrounding it was visibly wet in the bright neon lights of the bathroom.
The rest of his cock spilled out its furry sheath becoming fully erect. It dangled several inches lower than his thick fur could conceal.
Mixed with her alluring smell, he began to smell himself quite strongly. He had never felt this excited before, almost completely lost in the moment. His tongue out as he panted, he watched her ripe and wanting vagina teasingly close to him. He was trying his very best to keep his composure.
He thought to himself, "I'm not an animal, it's just chemicals, that's all. Besides if she turns around and sees me ogling her like this, she's going to think I'm a pervert!"
She finished her business and dropped her tail back down, wafting more of her pheromones into Pete's face.
"Thanks for your..." She stopped in the middle of her sentence when she rotated her head, shocked to find Pete's muzzle uncomfortably close to her hindquarters and sampling a large whiff of the aroma billowing from her private parts.
Suddenly being discovered, Pete snapped his head back and regarded her apologetically.
He didn't know what to say, as he himself was shocked by his own inappropriate behavior.
She looked into his shameful eyes for what seemed like forever, not speaking, but not moving either.
The powerful sexual odors of the two now enveloped the small bathroom completely. Both had to have sensed it, but at the same time they couldn't bring themselves to say anything about it.
Cathy knew what was happening; she knew she should spur his inappropriate advances. Her brain was telling her to leave the bathroom and scorn him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her excitement tingled along her spine and ended beneath her tail, where she almost burned for a males touch. So she turned her head back around, leaving Pete's leering gaze undisturbed.
Pete decided this must be acquiescence and moved his muzzle even closer to her rear, inhaling as much of this new alluring smell as he could. It made him feel good. It made him feel energized and excited. His heart began to beat faster and his tail wagged frantically behind him.
She could feel his presence behind her in the form of hot breaths, and her vagina was growing extremely wet. So much so, several audible drips fell onto the tile beneath her.
She took a few steps forward, her heart racing as fast as his. When she stopped, she felt his muzzle bump into her rear almost immediately. It was now poking and working its way up under her tail. That's when she decided to simply give in. She moved her tail to the side at first in hesitation before she simply raised it above his head allowing him much better access.
He wasted no time and sniffed her vagina as close as he could, delicately brushing against it with his cold wet nose.
His fine touches felt like static. She inhaled sharply when his tongue pressed against her incredibly sensitive parts and she almost lost her balance.
Instinctively she pushed her rear back into his muzzle in approval. She was growing more excited by the second. Pete was practically drinking her lubricating fluids when she felt her first orgasm. It was sharp and intense, like nothing she had ever felt before. She locked her eyes shut and her body stiffened. It was much more intense then she ever experienced using the little blue machine hidden in her bedside table back home. She pushed her pussy into Pete's face so hard that his feet slipped on the smooth tile and he was forced to stop for a moment.
Her juices now dripped down his chin, and she wailed a bit as the source of her pleasure abruptly disappeared. The room now reeked of there sex. She looked back at him with worried desperate eyes.
"I'm a virgin," she said with concern. "Please be gentle with me."
He nodded, and then unceremoniously clambered onto her, positioning him self to mate her. His first thought was that he was also a virgin, but he didn't want her to know that yet.
His cock was now painfully hard, and he did his best to get it into her as soon as possible, poking and shuffling position. He guided it up her belly until it was lined up with where he felt it was the wettest, then impatiently thrust forward.
He slid into her very easily and broke her hymen with one swift motion. She moaned and wailed again, shocked at how painfully he entered her, but so totally satisfied by it as well. Apparently her boarder collie surrogate had also been a virgin.
"I'm sorry, are you ok?" he asked genially concerned for her.
She was clenching, her jaw tight, and simply nodded, shoving her rump back into his groin affirmatively.
He was already bumping his hips into her slowly, unable to stop himself as he asked the question. He wasn't sure he would be able to stop if he tried at this point.
When he found his footing, he thrust into her faster and faster as his instincts began to take over. His low hanging testicles slapped her clitoris slightly with each thrust sending her closer to the edge once again.
The pain she felt at first began to fade into the background. She was thoroughly enjoying the pounding she was receiving from this new stranger.
A second orgasm gripped her, intense and few seconds longer than the first. She felt her whole diaphragm tighten; her vaginal muscles lock onto his cock tighter. He felt it, and it tossed him over the edge with her.
As deep as he could get, he began ejaculating hard into her fertile womb. He felt her pussy become so tight that he could no longer continue his frantic thrusting. It felt too buried in her to move it comfortably so he rested his heavy head on her shoulders, riding out the wonderful waves of pleasure flowing through him, and emptying his testicles into her.
When the feeling faded, his head began to feel clear again as the intoxicating effect of her smell began to loose its effect. He looked down at the panting dog beneath him and in his mind he began to run through the series of events that led him here. He was completely taken aback by what had just happened.
His cock was still buried deep into her poor swollen vagina. Barely a drip could escape from the tight seal he had formed in her at the base of his cock.
She began to recover from what was the most extraordinary orgasm of her life. The intoxication of the moment was beginning to fade in her as well, and she also began to reflect on the last several minutes of rough pounding she had just received only a few moments after she had innocently woken up to pee.
Her vagina was feeling soar again, still stretched tightly around her new friend. Most of his weight rested on her back and she grew tired of supporting him.
"Are you going to take it out?" She asked politely, but with a subtle tone of annoyance.
He drew his cock back slightly, but it just seemed to pull her along with it causing them both discomfort.
"Umm.. I think it's stuck."
"Stuck?!" She exclaimed. "How is it stuck? What do we do?"
"I think it's ok," He said. "It's a dog thing I believe. We just have to wait 'till it softens up a little."
"Oh... well, could we lay down then? My legs are getting tired."
"Sure." He said, "I'll follow you down."
Carefully, they both lowered themselves to the floor, his chest still resting on her back. Their mixed fluids on the tiles below were felt as she dropped her belly into a warm puddle.
He didn't know what to say to her. Their nervous apprehension returned to both of them at once. They felt like strangers once again, which they were! And it made them both terribly uncomfortable
After several awkward minutes of silence, Cathy spoke.
"How long does it usually take?"
"I don't know..." He said, "I think I feel it shrinking a little."
"Okay."
She decided it would be better to just make light of things.
"That's nothing like how I imagined losing my virginity would be".., like not even close!"
She laughed.
"Yah." He chuckled in response.
Her laugh tantalized his cock as she shook under him.
"Actually... I'm one too." He said.
"Really?"
"Yah..." He said. "and my first time was amazing.!"
She laughed again.
"I agree."
"So how old were you when you were human?"
"19." She said. "I've just gotten into college, my major is art, Or at least it was... How about you?"
"Well, I guess I was about 20 by the end. I was born with a rare nerve disease and spent most of my human life completely catatonic. I've had this surrogate for about 2 months now, so really, I feel like this has always been me."
The small talk they shared took his mind off of their situation long enough to relax his knot and pull free from her. A few ounces of his cum followed with his withdrawal, freshly soaking her already messy hind fur.
She gasped as his cock pulled free and she almost immediately began to miss the feeling of being filled by him.
She turned to her side and lifted her leg to examine the mess they had made. Large ropes of sticky cum mixed with her own fluids clung to her soft underbelly and rear. Not to mention the sticky mess on the floor.
"What are we going to do about this mess??"
He held his nose to the mess on the floor and sniffed it. Then gave it a lick.
"Eww..." She said disconcertingly. "What are you doing?"
"We are dogs," he stated raising his brow, then continued to take another few laps, cleaning up the rest of the salty liquid.
She looked at the mess she was covered in, then decided that she feared the embarrassment of being discovered like this much worse that her fear of what it would taste like.
Salty, but much more agreeable than she had imagined, and a few minutes later they were both more or less presentable as they left the men's washroom together.
"Goodnight," She said, quickly licking his cheek affectionately. "I hope we can get to know each other a little better tomorrow."
"Yah."
"And thanks for showing me the urinal trick... And the other stuff too." She said, grinning as she turned to her gurney.
"My pleasure," He said.
Pete now found his bed much more comfortable, and fell asleep quickly.