Gender Swapping Chapter 1 - Careful what you Wish for

"That stupid cat!" Bolt stormed into his room, shutting the door behind him with a kick of his backpaw. Although it wasn't actually his room, it was his person's bedroom, but it was the room with his sleeping spot and they place we always went to be alone, away from the cat.

Mittens, the cat in question, had really been on her nerves lately. It wasn't just the sex thing; (although that was certainly part of the problem) It was that she never wanted to even listen to him, hear what he had to say about things. She always acted like she as in charge, like that stupid cat was so much smarter than him all the time. It drove him insane!

The two pets were a couple - kind of. Mittens had a thing for him, but while Bolt never really felt the same affection for Mittens, he did enjoy the intimate benefits of the relationship. His sex drive was still there, and sometimes it would become insufferable, and since Mittens was pretty much the only pet within a seven mile radius, the number of potential sex partners were kind of narrowed down to just her.

Mittens was cute enough and all, but Bolt just didn't love her. And he just expected the cat to respect that, but lately, she'd been suspending above mentioned benefits in some silly, pathetic attempt to punish Bolt for not loving her back, punishing him for something he couldn't even help!

Today, they had argued over sex again, as they often did these days.

"You never even want to do it anymore!" Bolt would bark.

"So go hump some stuffed animal, mutt. I'm sick of doing it with a dog that doesn't even like me." Mittens had replied.

Their argue had ended with the two animals retreating to separate rooms. Sitting in his hunches, Bolt glanced down on his thick, fuzzy sheath and the two white, furry orbs that followed. They weren't anywhere near as blue as they felt. If Mittens had any idea how strong those urges became, how unbearable the sex drive was, maybe she'd stop punishing him like this. But she only ever thought about herself, didn't she?

Jumping up on Penny's bed, Bolt walked a few angry laps in a circle before laying down. Looking through the window at the winter sky, he could distinguish the look, white tail of a shooting star passing by.

"I wish Mittens would change", the dog mumbled to himself. "I wish she would be change to be more like me, sexually, when it comes to everything really." If she was awesome as he was, then they'd get along all the time!

On the other side of the wall, Mittens was curled up in front of the fireplace. She had spent the last ten minutes severing a poor pillow into pieces, not with her declawed claws, but with her sharp teeth. "Stupid, selfish mutt" she growled to herself. She looked up, and through the window, she saw the same passing star pass by as Bolt had just seen. When she saw the shooting star, she decided to make a wish: "I wish Bolt would changed" she started. "I wish he would realize what douche he is. I wish he'd change and become more like me."

Little did the two pets know that both of their wishes would come true. That night, the two animals were touched by magic, not the cheesy fairy-tale kind, but the really ironic kind. They're bodies changed...

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Bolt tossed and turned, strange strange dreams of sex and mating occupying his mind. Somewhere between sleep and awake, Bolt felt insanely, deliciously, unbearably horny all of a sudden. His white paw instinctively moved down to his groin and rubbed over his hard sheath, as the red, shiny meat started to make its way outside. He could smell the oozing from his red, wet tip as it grew in his paws, brushing against his black pawpads. His big balls behind them were aching. He really really needed this.

Still half asleep, in his mind formed vision of generic male and female dogs engaging in various sexual actives. He pictured their bodies, intervened, humping, the great length of the top white shepherd burying itself in the black creature below it. All the while, the white dog rubbed himself faster and faster, filling the room with sticky, wet noises.

Having grown out of his sheath completely, his entire length, crimson red and skimmering in the yellow sunlight of the rising sun, rubbing it against his rough pawpads and the soft fur his belly, which had become increasingly sticky during the process. To enhance the incoming orgasm, he moved another paw down to the area under his tail and slipped a furry digit inside his tight butt. The soft skin of his tailhole stretching to accommodate for first one, then two of his digits.

He was really close now, right on the verge.

Unexpectedly, the visions in his head started changing. It was weird: the two figures in his mind had swapped places, the white, generic shepherd now found his surprised self on the bottom, being pounded vigorously by the black animal above it. And the red sticky rod moving between them belong to the black creature, the white dog's own proud malehood having being replaced by the curved outlines of a female.

The strange visions confused the white dog, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn't stop rubbing. Instead, the sticky pleasure between his legs only increased and a strange, comfy warmth started spreading in his groin. Still rubbing, the tip under his paw started getting wetter and wetter and stickier and sticker until he could barely feel the cock under it. It felt warm, good and squishy so he continued rubbing. But under his paw, his slippery penis was slowly shrinking, pulling back into his sheath. The sheath started disappearing the insides becoming fleshier and growing together with his constantly shrinking meat. Bolt continued rubbing his groin, as his now minimal penis grew into his body, introverted itself and together and spread out to formed something completely different and feminine. His white furry orbs sorta grew into his body. It felt sooo good, and Bolt couldn't help but continue the rubbing of that sensitive, sticky area even has his paws was now rubbing over nothing but a wet slit. But the feeling of nothing but smooth fur under his paws were his cock and balls used to be made the dog jump in surprise.

He woke up and locked around in the room with a shocked expression. "What a strange dream", he thought to himself. He was just about to get up when he saw something that made his entire body freeze. Between his legs, instead of his proud and full sheath and heavy balls he was used to seeing, was now nothing but smooth, silky fur and at the end of it, two curves forming the outline of outlines of damp feminine lips.

A pussy!? Bolt's yelped in surprise and quickly moved a paw to that region to touch himself and check. But alas, instead of feeling the masculine bulge of his crotch, his pawed moved over nothing but smooth emptiness and the strangely sensitive female. He could feel the entire thing; the soft furred-lips and the warm flesh between from clit to taint. It made the dog retract in paws in surprise, and howl in shock and terror. Those curves and shapes weren't supposed to be there!

"What happened? What's wrong with me? What happened to my thing!?"

It didn't belong to him. Why was it there? It wasn't enough that Bolt had woken up to having his male parts replaced by a fresh pussy, his new nether lips were sticky with a clear sticky liquid that Bolt's sensitive nose told him came from a fruitful female in heat.

The worst part was that even touching it felt extremely good. Practically against his will, Bolt moved his paw down between his legs again to rub that wet, sensitive area, sending an explosion of wet, warm strange sensations creeping up his spine. With his now sticky paw, he moved his paw over it. It ached. It heated. It felt so sensitive, yet it was yearning for more. A part of him was shocked, even disgusted with these changes, yet the pleasure was so much stronger. . He couldn't help but push a furry digit inside his slit.

Bolt gasped, his toes curling.

He had never felt anything inside him before. At least not there, where his groin used to be. His brain tried to make sense of these strange waves of pleasure coming from newly formed, super-sensitive nerve-endings, as he slowly inserted the finger, making the fur wet in the process, right where his cock should be. It felt like it came from his urethra, but it was wet, soft and widened around his finger.

He pushed another digit inside, and started to move them in and out of his body, his female bits responding with sticky noises and clenches that Bolt couldn't control. Suddenly, his entire body tensed up so powerfully that Bolt moaned out load, and he orgasmed. Bolt knew it was an orgasm, even though it didn't feel like any orgasm he had had before. It come from his wet groin and spread throughout his entire body like warmth. It was stronger than any sexual feelings he had ever had as a "male".

It made him shudder.

Usually after an orgasm, Bolt would come down from climax and his body relax. Now, for whatever reason, he could still go on. His nether regions still felt hot and aching for more. The dog remembered that females were able to experience multiple orgasms in a row; the realization that this is what was happening to him made him blush. He was now a female... Was this permanent?

Bolt felt both scared and embarrassed, but he went on rubbing himself, bringing on another orgasm, and yet another one, his pussy spraying the floor with sticky goo. As if out of instinct, the dog leaned over his belly and licked over his nether lips, tasting the strange bitter fluids that was there. Slurping and lapping enthusiastically with his strong canid tongue, the dog soon brought himself to another orgasm, making his tingling pussy clench and spray some of that oozing goo on his own black nosepad. It felt so right, and so wrong and the little dog just couldn't put thoughts together to even stop himself. His masculinity soon lost his internal struggle against those forbidden pleasures that washed over him like waves when his his dexterous tongue invaded the unexplored depths of his new body. After several minutes of eating out his own pussy, the dog finally collapsed with the greasy mess spread over his muzzle, his fur and the floor. As he lied on the floor, panting, he took the opportunity to check the rest of his body, which was still that of a male. His belly and thighs were lean but somewhat muscular like usual, and the only real difference was the leanness of his neither regions. But other than that, Bolt was still male. At least, that's what he tried to convince himself.

The strangest part was that the white shepherd still found his new sex slightly attractive, sexy even, as his male sexuality still remained. Objectively, it was a completely natural-looking perfect looking pussy, one that he would have appreciated a lot of he had found it anywhere else than on himself!

However, it wasn't his pussy he thought about as he started rubbing himself again. It was a whole new instinct; yearning for something more than his paws; something bigger, harder, longer and infinitely more satisfying. Almost involuntarily, new visions popped up in his mind. Visions of a black, powerful feline over him, pounding inside of him. The black animal from before. A red, delicious length formed in his mind, burying its shiny, big self inside Bolt'shappily accommodating body, which clenches happily around the meat. His fantasies became even more frantic as he continued to pleasure his new self; More black figures formed in his mind, more red penises around his white body. One of over him. Another one of them position itself under him, holding him tight He could almost feel it in reality. Another red length slid into his, now, second hole right under his tail. It was even tighter, but he loved it. He felt so ... filled.

Bolt's other paw trailed off under his tail again, and pushes itself inside. It wasn't the first time Bolt fingered himself in the warm depth of his hole, but it was the first time he fingered himself in two places at the same time. In his mind, another black feline had started thrusting into his muzzle. Bolt drooled while his body spasmed as he brought himself over the edge again and again, riding on waves on pleasure he had never felt before.

Suddenly, the canine awoke from his fantasies when he heard something scratching on the door.

"Open up, wags. We need to talk".

It was Mittens voice! Bolt's ears perked up, and then quickly lowered again in shame and embarrassment. He quickly sat up, his tail wrapping around his leaking rear end. He places both paws in front of his groin, hiding his new package behind them. Whatever he did, he could not let Mittens see him like this! He was blushing furiously as the door cranked and opened slightly.

The familiar tuxedo cat opened the door ajar and she peeked in, looking at the white shepherd.

"Oh there you are"

"Hi Mitts"

"Wha... what are you doing wags?"

"Nothing" Bolt tried to look as innocent as possible, and hoped that Mittens couldn't see the pool of sticky goo that had formed under him.

"It kinda smells in here" she noted.

"Really? I don't smell anything" Bolt answered casually.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course" Bolt replied and gave a half smile, but his ears were still low in embarrassment. Whatever he did, he could not let Mittens know...

"I have to show you something" Mittens said.

Bolt looked up in surprise, staring at Mittens. She was different, kind of. She looked bigger, more proportional, a tad more muscular maybe. There was definitely something different about her.

What Bolt saw next made his jaw drop.Mittens pushed the door opened completely, revealing her entire self, and Bolt could see something between those two slender, black legs that certainly had not been there before.