FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

""Hey, honey. Just calling to let you know I'll be home late again, can we reschedule the date night? This case is just really taking a lot out of me. I'll be home later, eat something from the fridge." Beep. You have no new messages to replay your messages press one. To listen to skipped messages press two. Beep! Goodbye."

Andrew grumbled, setting the phone back into the cradle with a low sigh. The house seeming to creak faintly, reminding the man of its emptiness until the soft scrap of canine claws on the floor brought his eyes down to husky at his feet. The wide eyes on the dog seeming to reassure him of her loyalty. "I know I always have you as a dinner date, buddy" Andrew said to the furry companion before trudging towards the kitchen where his eyes scanned over the counter, where a framed picture rested from the couple's last vacation. The petite blond that was Andrew's wife leaning into his side with a wide, posed smile while in the background of the photo, peeking out from behind Andrew was Cheri's blackberry, held gently even as she posed with her husband.

"I should have realized that vacation was the last time she'd pay any attention to me...' Andrew mused. His mind wandering back to when Cheri's law firm had gifted her with the free trip, her excitement at being so vital to the company resulting in nights of attention for Andrew, but that had ended with the first call from the company again; "Sorry to call while you're on vacation...I just need a little advice on this case..." was all it took and her attention drew away once again.

'Bailey, why can't Cheri be more like you? Loyal, faithful, always there.." His slender fingers drew out to tap onto his thigh to call the white dog over; the grey patch of fur over her back gliding down under his hand as she pushed herself into his legs for attention, bringing a smile to the human's face.

"See that's my girl...When I offer you attention, you leap at the chance for it.." He continued to muse, his hand now cupping down along the canine's muzzle, rubbing to the thick patch of fluff on her neck and chest. The downy fur thicker and plusher than the rest of her silky coat. Each pet down the curve of her throat and down her chest making Bailey's tail flutter behind her in an eager wag.

"I wish she was like you..instead of staying at work all night..She'd rush home to me and greet me at the door..' His hand gently twisted in Bailey's fur while working through the tangles tenderly. "She would leap into my arms and kiss me, just like you lick me, 'Bails.'She would ditch her phone on the counter and instead spend all night holding onto me...' His eyes went hazy as he daydreamed of what his wife would be like.

'Honey! I'm home!' Cheri called as she hurried into the door. The sound of her heels clacking down on the floor filling the entryway while her eyes swept from the right to the left in search of her husband. Her trademark blackberry already clanking down onto the table beside the door as Andrew met her at the doorway to the kitchen. His mouth barely having a chance to move to form a greeting before her lips crushed into them. The warmth of her mouth, the dash of wetness from her tongue against the part of her lips, and the soft taste of her coconut chapstick filling his senses along with the feeling of a slick, textured wet...thing slopping over his hand. A soft whine slipping from Cheri's mouth against his...and a soft bark filling the room....

With a shake of his head, Andrew escaped his daydream and looked back down to where Bailey sat at his feet, licking his hand steadily in the hopes of regaining his attention now that it had been scattered by the want for his wife to come home with such an enthusiastic greeting. "Sorry, 'Bails'. Even just thinking about it...' His voice trailed off while another swipe of Bailey's tongue over his hand made the intimate thoughts of his wife and the current sensation of a warm tongue mash together till Andrew felt the front of his dress slacks swell with arousal. His mind filling with the image of the top of his wife's head as she bobbed down over his crotch with a long, fleshy tongue to curl around his shaft, to tease up along several inches with it coiled around him like a snake, squeezing and constricting on the sensitive flesh...A hard throb of his now, suddenly rock-hard shaft drew his attention away from his stomach that originally propelled him to the kitchen, and now drew him away to wandered towards the computer where it lay on a desk in the living room. A search engine flashing up as he typed quickly: "How to make a wife more like a dog" while Bailey sat patiently at his feet; tongue dangling from her mouth in a satisfied puppy-dog smile. The clock slowly rotating around and around while Andrew perused through the pages of the results; past the couple's advice pages, the advertisements on sexual therapy, past the blogs on rants about young wives, and the collections of sex toys to make your wife your bitch..till finally on page six, a page caught his eye.

'Mrs. Mullberries Magical Makeovers...' He mused, nearly passing over the link as he scrolled down but then looking back up again to skim the description. "Potions, spells, and more to re-design your entire life; wardrobe, appearance, friends, family, and more!' Rolling his finger over the the touchpad, Andrew clicked onto the link to bring up the home page of the strange store. As if knowing his situation, a small message box appeared on the screen. "For instant, personalized spells, email Mrs. M now!' followed by a small input box for one's message about their situation and what spell was needed.

Without logically considering the possibility of this being a true business, Andrew began to type, spilling out his thoughts that had been churning all night; "My wife loves her job more than me; she holds her blackberry more than me, and she spends more time at the office than home with me. My dog is the opposite; She loves nothing more than me, she

begs for my attention, and she is always home with me. I want to make my wife more like my dog.'

With a flick of his wrist, Andrew hit 'Enter' sending the message off into cyberspace where it would meet with Mrs. Mullberries herself. Only a few minutes passing of idle clicking on the computer before a reply flashed back onto the screen with an electronic bleep.

To make your wife more like your pet.

You just might have to make a bet.

Do you believe in the power of me?

To test my power you must pay a fee.

The message, typed in a scrawling font was followed by a link to pay the aforementioned fee of only ten dollars, a risk Andrew found worth taking for even the chance to make his wife more loyal and loving. Within a minute of the payment traveling from his bank account to hers, another message appeared.

You have paid

Now I shall tell,

the secret to make all well.

To your wife,

say this phrase

And it will change your life.

"You have no loyalty,

and this disappoints me.

To make you new

I will refresh the view.

To make you more like Bailey.

Come back to me

New and clean

My wife, my dear, I'm lonely."

Andrew scanned the message, wondering for only a moment if this could be a scam before he heard the faint slam of a car door. At his feet, Bailey jumped to her feet- ready to follow Andrew to the door to greet the visitor, who was most likely Cheri finally home from work.

"Should we greet her, girl?" Andrew asked, grinning down at the faithful hound before he too moved to his feet and headed towards the door- with the husky at his heels. The front door soon opened, the infamous Cheri letting herself in as Andrew rounded the corner.

Andrew paused at the entry to the door space with a warm smile for his wife while his eyes roamed over her quickly, taking in her pinstripe suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt. The fabric of the jacket and the skirt alike hugging to the smooth, womanly curve of her waist. Her legs bare beneath the skirt, showing off her smooth, tan skin down till her feet were tucked into black stilettos. The heels of the shoes announcing her presence with their small clacks on the wood floor. In one hand, she held her keys, jingling slightly and in the other, the blackberry- already flashing it's 'incoming call' alert before Cheri had even greeted her husband.

"Welcome home, dear!" Andrew chirped, choosing to ignore her distracted glance at him at the sound of his voice, but when her eyes instantly moved to her ringing cell phone. Without responding to Andrew, she lifted the phone and answered it, suddenly speaking.

"That's it." Andrew grumbled, looking down at Bailey once more before he faced Cheri, staring at her intently before he began to speak: "Cheri, you have no loyalty..." Her eyes swiveled and faced him and the phone slowly dropped to her side.

"...and this disappoints me." A flash of confusion coated Cheri's features. Her eyebrows dipping into a point and her forehead wrinkling, but Andrew just kept speaking.

"To make you new. I will refresh the view. To make you more like Bailey." At the sound of her name, Bailey barked as if she was emphasizing that it was her Andrew was talking about.

"Come back to me. New and clean. My wife, my dear, I'm lonely." For a moment Cheri just stared at him. Silently taking him in while at her side, whoever had been on the phone mumbled incoherently about where Cheri had gone, but after several seconds something in the air shifted. Cheri's eyes went wide quickly. Bailey let out a whine from Andrew's feet and then they were both gone. Just like that Andrew stood alone in the room until a fog formed- a musky scent and a hazy blob in the air forming slowly.

A humanoid shape- the same long, slender legs that Cheri so often flaunted with her pencil skirts for work, the subtle curve of her hips, and her plump, rounded breasts began to form in the cloud, but then the bushy tail that so often battered against Andrew's legs when he sat beside Bailey, that tall, swiveling, triangular ears that danced on Bailey's head when he called her name, and the stretched, elegant muzzle off her face that so often pushed into his hand for attention.

The fog was forming steadily, creating this image in the haze of mis-matched shapes. Slowly, Cheri's dark, midnight black waves cascaded down over the shape of foggy shoulders. Bailey's dark nose pushed out from the elongated muzzle in place of Cheri's perpetually pouted lips. The thick, swirled hairs of Bailey's chest puffed out from between Cheri's breasts and the fog was lifting. The colors of the anthropomorphic combination slowly appearing. Cheri's dark hair laying over the soft grey of Bailey's shoulders and cascading down her back over the darkened grey furs. Cheri's emerald eyes gleamed from behind thick, canine lashes. Cheri's body held it's shape, curves and breasts, but they were coated in Bailey's lush, velvety fur.

Eyes wide and mouth hanging open, Andrew couldn't believe his eyes. The spell had worked. It had made his wife literally more like his dog. It had made her part of the dog! Though before he could fully grasp what had happened, Cheri's head tipped to the side, causing her ears to flop upside down just like Bailey's did; "Andrew?"

'Y-yes, dear?"

"I have been gone for so long! How I missed you!" The anthro version of Cheri took a step forward, and then another and was quickly folding herself against Andrew's chest. her muzzle traced along his collarbone, furred cheeks tickling the place where his shirt gave way to the skin of his neck. One paw already tracing down his hip, grazing over the pants covering his groin, and before Andrew could complain about the changes in his wife; a dainty, furry hand dove down into his slacks and grabbed for his shaft, stroking eagerly over the sensitive skin that had gone so long without actually being touched by his wife.

"Oh..Cheri.." Andrew mumbled, shocked into wordlessness as one hand fondled him and the other began to tug at the button to the pants, opening them to give the first hand more maneuverability. The tail sprouting from Cheri's backside, just above her butt, wagging wildly all the while that she showed her husband a newfound affection.

"I don't know why I go to work at all. I should stay here with my husband...' Cheri was whispering, huskily in the needy voice Andrew had heard only on two occasions since Cheri had stopped being a teenager; their wedding night and their first night on vacation when free umbrella-topped, alcohol- laced drinks had gotten the better of the petite woman. Her soft lips pushed to his neck, finding the sensitive place just behind his ear and smattering kisses over the entire space before licking back down to his collar bone. "Would my husband like that? To have his needy girl here all day long?" Her breath sensuously tickled his neck, distracting him for a moment before he realized the terminology she was using in her second statement came straight from Bailey. He would always say that to her; 'My needy girl needs another rub-down? Another walk? Another treat.." It had never seemed a dirty thing to say to a pet, not till it was here now spilling out of his fur-coated wife's mouth as she rubbed over his hardening length and spouting commentary he'd never dreamed the workaholic would be able to say.

"Y-yes. Yes. I would" Andrew finally grunted, moving his hands almost cautiously onto her hips where the soft fur he was accustomed to feeling four feet closer to the ground on his dog tickled against his palms. Her eyes finally noticing his wife's nudity after the change from human to hybrid. The sight of Cheri's familiar, pert rump just around her hip sending a wanting throb through his shaft between her palms.

"Oh my..My husband, he's so needy..." Cheri crooned, eagerly pumping her fingers along the first several inches of his length while she pushed his slacks to the ground. The fabric pooling into a puddle of grey. "I think I know just...what..he..needs.." Every word was accented with a eager kiss down his neck, then down his chest over top of the shirt he wore. Her eyes holding onto his as she worked her way down till her knees rested in the fabric puddle at their feet.

"Oh my..she's really going to.." Andrew thought to himself suddenly as she saw her travel downwards. The look in her eyes one of utter enjoyment- just like Bailey when Andrew rubbed her stomach with his foot as if any attention was better than no attention. Briefly, Andrew worried the new neighbors might see this display: the ditzy bombshell who had just moved in with a massive woman, a bodybuilder after leaving her husband. If they happened to get a glimpse of this, Andrew was sure there would be gossip.

Before another thought could cross his mind, Andrew's mind was wiped out as Cheri dove onto his now rock-hard, throbbing length of meat. Her lips parted wide as if she had simply unhinged her usually sealed jaw and dropped the hot confines of her mouth over every inch. Her nose already working to bump into his base as she gulped down his tip. the throbbing sensitive head hitting the back of her throat within the first 30 seconds of her slobbering over his cock. The sight of her, drool trickling out from the side of her muzzle, pink nipples hard and flushed against grey fur, and down further the glistening wet lips of her pink sex- Andrew savored, staring with wide- eyes even as his mouth hung open with lustful breaths.

She wasn't satisfied with that though. After her initial slobbering over every inch due only to the burst of spastic energy Bailey often suffered from, Cheri settled Andrew's length within her muzzle- the top pressing up to the ridges lining the roof of her mouth while her slick tongue moved up along the underside, grinding him gently up to the hot, bumpy top of her mouth until she reached his tip and teased her tongue around it like a ribbon, squeezing once she encircled the entire sensitive head causing Andrew to gasp sharply- his knees wobbling where he stood in their entryway- still completely visible if someone happened to show up and look through either of the windows on the sides of their door. His body bending slightly at the waist to grab at Cheri's head, squeezing slightly as she tried to steady himself while keeping her mouth around him, not wanting his instability to be the reason she pulled back and ended the intoxicating blowjob.

Even with her head grabbed, squeezed rather hard between uncontrolled hands, Cheri seemed to be in heaven. Her eyes stayed locked to her work, calculating how far she had bobbed down over his shaft, watching for his approaching base as she swallowed his tip, or flicking up to read his expression. The bushy tail behind her was flying like a motor, making a faint swish, swish, swish melody as it drug across the floor in her gleeful display at pleasing her husband, and to Bailey, the master.

Andrew gave a soft little groan, starting to pant hard out into the air as his entire body tensed. His head felt woozy- the air around him seemed unimportant as all the blood in his body rushed downwards to his other head. The tip throbbing, pulsing, and spitting out globs of pre into the eager canine muzzle sprouting from his wife's face. Her eager, breathy whimpers and the wet, lewd sounds of her mouth dropping over every inch of his shaft the only sounds he heard in the room. With the hands on her head, Andrew clutched to his wife's furry cheeks, following with her bobbing motions and feeling as her cheeks puffed out with a bob down over his cock. The pressure in his groin finally becoming too much as he clutched harder, stiffened, his toes curled against his socks, his knees shook, and then he exploded. The burst of seed splattered into Cheri's mouth, coating the ridges on the roof of her mouth and oozing down through the length of her elongated muzzle till it leaked out of the darker corners of her mouth: "Ahh...Cheri!" He groaned, low and manly as he pumped his seed down her throat. The painting job in her mouth dripping down her throat in a sticky mess. The canine/human hybrid looking delighted at having her mouth filled with the messy finish- tail wagging and ears perked high- as her mouth stayed locked around him for every drop of his juices. In fact, Cheri was whimpering in the same happy way that Bailey did when Andrew relented and took her out to play fetch.

"Wow...I could definitely..grow to enjoy this.." Andrew thought, but Cheri wasn't finished with him- not even close. As soon as he finished, and the hazy afterglow of orgasm settled over him, Cheri was moving, pulling herself up onto her feet, and started to lick out her mouth eagerly to slurp down his seed in a sloppy fashion.

"Now..now..husband, wasn't that better?" She cooed, her breath tickling over his neck as her nude body once against pressed in against his. Her fingers starting to undo the buttons of his work shirt and tugging it down off his arms without any hesitation, not even when her blackberry buzzed to life with a loud phone call behind her on the floor.

"Mmm..yes, much better.." He mumbled, following as the anthro eagerly began to pull on his hand, guiding him up towards to stairs as her tail bumped against his thigh in an eager wave- just like going up the stairs with Bailey.

"Cheri is going to make it even better for her husband..." She crooned, leaning into his side as they climbed the stairs so her lips could tease against his neck for a moment. Her hot breath rushing up against his smooth, bare skin. The rounded, pert behind of the woman slowly starting to sway as she worked her way in front of him, still guiding him with her hand on his pulling him forward even as she moved in front to entice him with her behind.

Following, Andrew couldn't believe his eyes. This was his wife who was usually so proper; Who gave him miniature lectures about the give-and-take of the bedroom and the etiquette involved in experiencing an orgasm, who used phrases like etiquette for an orgasm rather than saying 'Warn me before you explode!" This woman usually walked into the bathroom to undress and would turn the lights off on the way back- making sure he never got a good look at her nude body. Now though, she was dragging him along eagerly to the bedroom, eager to service him further, and along the way showing him as much of her nude physique as she could manage without slowing the trip to their destination. Before he could ponder things further, the bedroom door was swinging open with a familiar creak and furred fingers were on his hips and pushing him to the bed where he collided to the fabric coated mattress with a gentle oof. The eager canine already pulling herself onto her lap, legs spread wide in a straddle, before Andrew had lost the feeling of disorientation from being pushed.

Mounting his lap, Cheri didn't wait a minute to push her furred fingers down against his chest to lay him back against the thick comforter. Her leg already swung over his lap so her dripping wet sex rested over his thigh with her erect shaft pressed to his abdomen by her taut stomach. Her eyes, still matching Andrew's true wife's color, stared down at him with an eager lust that he had never quite seen before. Before he could even utter a word of praise to how she was acting, the anthro had already grabbed his throbbing, eager shaft and positioned his tip carefully against her leaking sex. Her hips quickly sinking down over the first several inches. The sudden wet heat drawing a moan out from Andrew had his hands came up to grab at her hips, pulling her down onto his further. Her tongue flopping out of her mouth in a puppy-dog pant. Her hips starting to bounce on his lap quickly, slamming him deeper into her snatch- each bounce accented with a wet squelch of her sex pulling him into her.

"Rurr....Andrew...I..I want you to fuck me harder.." She huffed, her bubblegum-pink, canine tongue still dangling out of her mouth and flicking up with every bounce down over his lap. Her breasts, covered in the thick, downy fur of Bailey's chest, jiggled along with her tongue- the entire sight almost too much for Andrew to take as his hands clenched tighter on her hips, holding her in the possessive manner he was usually never allowed.

"I will, Cheri..." He huffed, thankful for the blowjob earlier that allowed him now to last as his wife bounced madly on his lap, dragging her tight snatch up and down over his throbbing length. "I will...fuck you.." With his announcement, he tightened his hold and bucked his hips upwards- slamming himself deeper into the whimpering anthro laid out on his chest now. Their hips starting to work in tandem, the combined effort driving Andrew's tip deeper and deeper into the tight tunnel of the hybrid.

"Ah! Andrew! Harder! H-H-Harder!" Cheri panted hard, bent slightly at the waist with her hands splayed over his abdomen as she bounced herself on him in time with his upwards thrusts. Her hair hanging down over both their faces, swinging like a curtain in their rough, yet intimate moment.

Andrew gave a faint huff, speeding up his thrusts up into the wet snatch of the panting hybrid. Her soft, encouraging whimpers of "Faster! Faster!" only speeding him up further till the room was filled only with breathy muttering from Cheri, panting from Andrew, and the wet slick, slick, slick of the hybrid's sex with each thrust followed by a loud creak from the bed as it rocked on the wooden floor.

Suddenly, in the middle of another announcement of "Faster!" Cheri's voice cut out, her words was cut short with a cry of 'Fa-' that morphed into a shrill shriek of 'Fa-uck! Andrew!' as her sex spasmed around his shaft buried inside her. The constriction around his throbbing cock sending Andrew over the edge with a grunt of his own. The girl writhing on his lap as his shaft spit inside her- painting her insides white with spunk.

Pulsating inside her, Andrew emptied himself for the second time that night- the haze of sexual tiredness slowly closing over him like a blanket- warm and heavy. His body going slack against the bed as he finished with Cheri following suit on his chest. Her head nestled against his shoulder while her hips rested over his. The warmth of her body draped over him comforting him even further into a deep, wakeless sleep...

**********

"Dammit, Andrew! My blackberry didn't even get charged last night! I'm going to be late! I have twenty missed calls! Look at these emails! I have so many emails! What happened last night!?"

Andrew lifted his head groggily, noticing that Bailey was curled at his feet on the bed, and Cheri was charging towards the door- her dress coat fluttering behind her in her rush. Tiredly, his mind began to fit the pieces together. The spell, while it worked, was temporary and now Cheri and Bailey were back to their regular selves- especially Cheri who was already out the front door.

"What do you think, Bailey? Was last night fun?" He mused, pulling himself out of bed slowly as stepped into a pair of jeans before wandering downstairs to flop back onto the couch- his eyes wandering to the neighbor's house.

"They were quite the drama, weren't they?" He asked Bailey, enjoying this idle one-sided conversation with his pet. "Bombshell gets a divorce, huge settlement, then converts to the dark side and shacks up with the biggest bag of muscles and boobs I've ever seen.." He recounted, thinking back to when the club-blonde character had first been seen with the larger, bodybuilder woman. Everyone was shocked at the divorce, at the conversion to lesbianism, and then to top it all off a woman with bulging muscle. Andrew chuckled at the memory, remembering how that divorce settlement cash had gone to buy the new lady-toy breast implants. Then, he paused, the thought of breasts bringing him back full circle to the ditzy blonde herself who had a rack of her own.

"Oh man, Bailey...Do you think it would work on her?!" He demanded suddenly, swiveling to look at the dog who adored him so much with an intense expression. His eyes wide open and his mouth dropped into an O.

"Oh man..Oh man, Oh man, Oh man.." He chanted, jumping up and heading to the window. The blonde he was thinking of conviently stretched out on a lounge chair on the porch. Her long, tan legs gleaming in the sun with the oils spread over them. Her chest nearly bare except for a small triangle of a swimsuit top over each nipple, giving her as even a tan as possible it appeared.

"YesYesYes! This day is not going to be shitty!" He said eagerly, looking at the woman as he recalled the spell once again.

With barely a breath in between each stanza, Andrew chanted out the spell, ending quickly with a "My neighbor, my dear, I'm lonely." but as he finished the spell and returned his eyes to the neighboring house, the woman laid out on the lounge had rich, red hair not gleaming blonde; her legs were not slender and tan, they were muscular and toned- with a bulging muscle down her thigh. Her breasts were massive and perfectly rounded and instead of a girly bikini she wore a leather body suit with small studs for a border. The leather covering her breasts and then traveling with thin straps down over her washboard stomach with a thin strap between her legs to covering her modesty.

"Oh shit..." Was all Andrew said before the woman rose to her feet. Her head tipping up just like Bailey's did when she heard her name. Those thick, muscular legs moving her quickly from her porch to his.

"Ohhhh...Annnnndrewww...." Came her voice- Andrew's eyes going wide as knuckles rapped at the door and then the sound of claws gently clicked against the wood. She had shifted. The spell had worked yet again, but on the wrong person.

"Open the door, Andrew." Now her voice was hard, commanding with a deep growl hidden within the tone of her voice. The sound of a canine tail swishing over the wood of the porch following in the silence left by her voice, which was then filled by a hard snap. The sound of leather snapping in the air ringing and echoing before the door was kicked open- the flimsy locked popping open easily with a shove from the strong female.

"We are going to have such much fun, Andrew." The hybrid crooned. Her voice sounding like honey in its smoothness, but with a confidence and power that the common female lacked and while Andrew stood in shock of this alone, she stalked forward and grabbed for his arm. Her eyes suddenly boring into his as she stood over him, towered over him with a hand moving to his shoulder and another to the back of his head- caressing him almost like one would with a pet.

"Yes...little Andrew.." She purred again, leaning down to ever so lightly lick his cheek with her canine tongue. The canine anthropomorphic version of Bailey now buff, powerful, and bulging with muscles. "You're going to take care of me now.."

The hand on the back of his head slowly pulled him forward- the shocked Andrew making only a slight whine before his lips bumped into the smooth, sun-warmed leather of the girl's outfit. His lips slipping against the surface of the top until they fell onto her skin. The skin of her breast warm from her time in the sun and slightly firm under his lips as he clumsily pressed into her skin with a submissive kiss.

"Yes, that's it.." She encouraged him, starting to stroke through his short hair with one hand while her powerful arm craddled most of his body against her, guiding his lips to push the leather covering away from her breast to expose the solid, pert nipple. Her fingers continuing the steady pressure against his head to press his lips down over her teat.

"Mmm..you know what to do.." She whispered, draping a strong arm around him- reminding him that she was in charge because she had the body to be in charge, the strength to overpower, the muscle to control- he couldn't have gone against her wishes even if he tried. So instead, he complied and parted his lips to encircle the silky-smooth nub. His tongue quickly following suit to drag over the sensitive bit- drawing a faint moan from the large female.

Now, the anthro fell silent as Andrew's lips closed around her nipple. The warm, smooth nub sliding beneath his tongue as he started to suckle diligently- finding it easy to obey the larger woman as her arms held around his shoulder and his head and kept him pressed against the large, round breast. With her voice going silent and Andrew's lips sealed around her breast- the only sound in the room was his mouth slurping over the pink nub until soft, gentle moans left the woman's lips.

Steadily, as Andrew suckled on her breast- her palm began to push against his head harder, forcing his mouth open wider to suckle against her skin as well as the small, pink nipple. His saliva leaking out of the corner's of his mouth against her furry breast while he worked. The feeling of her fur now tickling his lips and cheek along with the strong muscles grazing his head in her embrace- it was all starting to be too much and Andrew felt himself grow in his constricting jeans. The denim acting as a cage for the erection, trapping it inside- and it didn't go unnoticed.

"My, Oh my.." She crooned, "Is someone horny for his neighbor?" She giggled girlishly- a conflicting image when paired with her massive strength, the muscles pushing out beneath her lush fur. One hand, from his shoulder, dropped down and started to rub against the denim. The warm friction from her rubbing quickly drawing a whimper from Andrew. His shaft throbbing in the fabric holding cell as he was teased.

"Don't stop suckling!" She barked, forcing his head back against her breast as her bulky hand started to grind to the front of his jeans, rubbing frantically to practically torture the male as he slurped back down over her breast, suckling for only another minute or so before she pushed him back with a hand to his chest. Her palm guiding him back to he laid against the floor- her body slowly moving down over him and for a moment Andrew spurted pre into his jeans, expecting her to press her hips to his, to grind against her or to peel the pants down and mount him as Cheri had so eagerly last night, but instead her hips continued up till her nude sex hovered over his face. The velvety soft, pink lower lips open just slightly from her spread legs to show the glistening entrance of her sex.

"Now, Andrew..you focus on me..and I'll help you..." She whispered, leaning down forward before she shifted around so she faced towards his feet with her sex lowering down over his mouth. The slick wetness smearing over his lips and chin as she grinded to his mouth till his tongue flopped out and pressed to her eager sex. Her fingers returning to rub to his jeans as he licked against her sensitive skin. Soft, pleased pants leaving the canine while he serviced her. His lips parted around her clit to suckle on the sensitive organ- drawing a strong moan from the canine, following by a faint howl. The hand at his crotch continuing to rub and grind against the denim while two fingers moved to unbutton the tight pants, unzipping them to let her hand wander down into his pants to rubs over his shaft now only with his boxers.

"Ahh..." Andrew breathed, panting against her sex as his tongue returned to the entrance to her sex, licking down into his honeypot as his nose bumped gently against the sensitive clitoris. One hand continuing to rub against him while the other pet at Andrew's head like he was a dog- an irony Andrew didn't have the attention to notice at the time.

"Now...Now.." She crooned, starting to grind down against his face- smearing the wetness over his face with every jerk of her hips while her hand started to jerk along the length, holding the clothed covered cock with two fingers that glided up and down along the shape. "Focus on mistress...Not on yourself.." Her fingers starting to speed up on his shaft as she grinded to his face, forcing his tongue deeper into her snatch. Her sex clenching gently around his tongue with every lick into her, but before Andrew could bring her to an orgasm with the tongue digging eagerly into her- his own sex was throbbing, the tip pulsing with the pressure accumulating in his groin, and pre dribbling out over his head.

"Bad Andrew.." She snapped, pushing her sex down over his face again in a harsh voice. "You aren't focused! You aren't focused on me!" With an angry glare curling her eyebrows in, her gaze swept over the room- landing on a pile of discarded rubber bands on the coffee table.

"I know just what to do now." She said quickly, leaning down over him to drag her warm, wet tongue down over his tip- making a wet slurp sound before her other hand moved to grab for one of the bands. One smooth motion securing the band around his base, trapping the pressure of his orgasm- as if had been cut off mid-orgasm.

"Now you have to focus on me." She huffed eagerly, moving her hips back down away from his face and downwards to line up with his hips. The sudden exposure to the light of the ceiling making Andrew flinch just slightly, though after the wet warmth of her sex slid down over his tip his entire body shook with a moan. The sight of the anthro over him; with her bulging muscles, massive breasts, and the short, cropped hair brought a sudden realization- over one massive shoulder was the clock. It was well past lunchtime, reminding him of the temporality of the spell.

"I can escape! If the spell ends, she won't even want me!" He thought quickly, thinking to himself of how to reverse the spell. His mind spinning as he tried to create a spell of his own. His mouth practically hanging open until he started to mumble out a spell of his own- the words clumsy and rapid as he tried to combat the spell while the large woman sunk down onto his shaft. Her sex clenching and squeezing him with every drop down over his lap while her strong arms scooped up his upper body, holding him as she rapidly bounced down over him, roughly riding him as he mumbled out his spell until the pressure building in his base suddenly became too much- making him moan out beneath the woman as her sex started to spasm around his shaft- squeezing and milking him of his cum though the band around his base stopped his release.

"How do you like this, Andrew?" She teased, smirking down at him as she bounced harder- leaking out girl cum from her first orgasm. Her body seemingly unaffected by the release and she didn't even stop her rough riding. Her sex contiuning its tight squeeze of his throbbing, desperately pulsating cock. "I can tell you do! You love it!" She gave a grunt and dropped herself to his base, squeezing his entire length with her tight squeeze- a torturous feeling for the male trapped under her, unable to cum, unable to leave, and stuck that way. His mind slowly dawning on the fact as the woman shuddered over him against and drenched his lap in another wave of cum that the spell wasn't reversing, hours had passed since this morning, and with Cheri the spell had been short lived.

"I'm trapped." He thought, eyes going wide as he looked up at the bulky anthro once again. His mind spinning as if he was majorly disoriented until he realized everything was different. Reality..felt different. Andrew was trapped, trapped under a spell that was meant to bring him to his wife and instead replaced her with a bodybuilder/canine hybrid. Oh, the irony...