Red Party Dress
"The button of the dog's black slacks pops open." Oh my gosh, trying saying that line a few times fast.)
Party Dress
In walks Cedric with a bowl of popcorn, stacking it on the empty box, the faux-marble table squeaking against the kitchen's hard-wood floor when he slides into his seat.
"I thought you said you played before?" He says, grabbing a handful of the off-white kernels. On the table, there are red and white squares in haphazard piles, covering a card-stock rendering of the world.
The wolf across the faded board game crinkles the rule-book in his paws. "I'm just checking a few things. I can't remember how many cards we get, or what chits we start with." Sean states, then begins pushing piles of the small squares into their respective places along the abstracted country maps. "Alright, I got it. I mean, I'll just check anything I'm confused on later."
"Want any chips or anything?" Cedric points at the stained, maple cabinets in the open kitchen island. Silver pans hang above, ready to ping and swing at the slightest jostle.
"Naw, this is good. Fuck chips." Sean continues to arrange the game, "Twilight Struggle" into a semblance of order.
"Fuck you then. I choose not to prepare any more salty snacks." Cedric smiles. He looks out the nearby three-paned, gallery window, then turns to the dim living room connected to the kitchen area by a small set of carpeted stairs. The chandelier above his ears makes the scene glow with warm yellows.
But, he can only focus on the shadows. His mind concocts an insect nest resting in the lower corners of the bookshelf. He sees an apparition in the flat-screen above the creepy gas-fireplace, left dormant. The black outlines unnerve him until he rises from his seat again. "A little dark in here, right?" He shuffles to the mauve accent-wall and illuminates the room with a flip. "Sweet."
"Here, shuffle this, douche." Sean slides his empty position a stack of cards.
Cedric returns with a remote control from a nearby cabinet and begins to shuffle and bridge. "Been a while."
Sean smirks. "Yeah, but you've been out of commission. No big deal. But, now you're just like us again. Single, geeky, with a terrible lack of sex."
Cedric laughs. His bridge falls apart and a few cards flip onto the map. "Eh, it's only a little weird, you know." He looks across the table at his friend. Sean was on the lanky side, but relatively built with his head fur long and well-groomed. A runner's build, or one of those few blessed with ability to eat anything and still metabolize it. Healthy gray fur, a slight hint of piney cologne, white teeth. Dressed in trendy green t-shirt, displaying a flock of birds descending into a watercolor taxi, painted like an Indie-pop album cover. "I think she was kind of a bitch. She never played games like this."
"Let me go back in there and face the peril." Sean smiled. "It's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can." There was silence for a second until Cedric chuckles lightly unsure of why Sean is staring at him for a reaction. "Monty Python." Sean paused. "Lancelot is being pulled out of Castle Anthrax with hot chicks by Galahad."
"Oh! Okay, I remember. I like that movie." While Sean is only semi-aware, Cedric knows why a slightly pudgy mutt like himself was able to hold onto a relationship with a sexy vixen for months. Personality. And maybe his money helped too. But, too many unknown pop culture references, too many distancing or lame quotes came out of the wolf's mouth. And Sean's shyness in front of the opposite sex, only emphasizes this fact; leaves the females laughing politely, but eventually ignoring his moderately attractive physique. Usually, though, Sean got it. But, tonight is a little different.
"I'm just saying, she was smoking hot. Alright, so this game is card-driven. It's kind of like a battle of influence for the world. Like, we're not really fighting, but playing cold war tactics and positioning ourselves into a more powerful... position. Right?" Sean pauses, looking at his friend who appears to be thinking harder than he should be at this point.
Cedric is staring at the color interplay on Sean's shirt. "Did you get that shirt online? I like it."
"Yeah, from that site again. Okay, so you play these..."
Cedric grabs the clicker. The empty silence is creeping into his brain, making the tips of his ears hot. He needs some ambience, something soothing and familiar to assuage the nervous tension he feels in the dry air. "Wait. We should put on some music. What do you want to hear? I've got my AirTunes set-up for the living room. How about some pump-up songs? Rage and Led Zeppelin?" Cedric clicks the white remote, listening to the beeps from speakers across the room.
The wolf stares at the smiling dog for a moment, his brown and black face twitching. "You, uuh, don't really want to play this game, do you? You've been grabbing snacks and fidgeting and interrupting. It's kind of weird, man." Sean says, downplaying his frustration.
"No, I do. I do. I'm just... like, thinking about tomorrow night."
"What's tomorrow night?"
Cedric's hands begin to talk louder than his voice, which comes in a stream, like an exhalation. They catch Sean off-guard and he flinches. "Okay, so Cindy left me like a month ago. But, I haven't said anything to anybody. Okay. And it sounds like a movie plot, but my boss's boss is very particular about traditional values. So, you have to fit into this mold in order to have any chance. I thought Cindy was possibly it, so I asked her to move in and that's when she got weird and like, two weeks later we were fighting and then we broke it all off because of her not wanting to commit. I mean, it sucks, because we've been dating and shit for about eight months. But, fuck it, you know."
There was silence in the room for a few seconds, until 'Immigrant Song' came on the radio, making the long pause even more uncomfortable. Sean looks his friend over, wondering whether he is going to cry, or simply be angry. Cedric can't decide either.
Finally, Sean asks again, "So, what's tomorrow night?"
Cedric's voice slowly chugs into another stream of words. "The office party. It's the summer office party, and ever since I landed the executive position, they've been considering me for a big promotion. I mean, it's more money, yeah, but it's more than that. I'll be above the curve. I'll be in one of those paid positions where I have to be 'retired early' in order to be fired. I'll have an awesome job, a corner office, get to travel around the world. It rocks! But..." Cedric shook his head in frustration. "Mr. Landry wants a 'family dog' in the position. He loves that shit. He wants to know that he is investing his time in a stable and dedicated worker, and his true test is seeing a man in a long-term relationship, smooching his wife, taking his kids to company picnics in the fall. And now that Cindy just left me..."
"That's pretty lame of him to be like that."
"Well, I told him that I was 'engaged'. That's the real problem. I lied and told him I was 'engaged.' He's never met Cindy. I was supposed to take her to this party. Because, I am 'engaged' to her. He would meet my fiance and say, 'oh, hell, you've got the position, my boy.' Or something like that." Cedric stood up, making the table squeak again. "And that's where you come in."
"uhh, me?"
"Remember high school drama? Remember the Mikado?" On another faux-marble corner table, Cedric snatches a faded yearbook, opening it to a book-marked page and showing it to Sean. His brown finger points to a close-up of three women on stage, hair and make-up color visible even in the grainy black-and-white photograph. They are identically dressed in intricate kimonos, paws at their chest in the signature pose of Geishas. "'Three little maids from school are we.' I found this the other day."
"God." Sean rolls his eyes. "I'd almost forgot about that. I can still recite the whole thing."
"Look at that! You're gorgeous. The all-male cast was supposed to make it funny. I mean seriously, the other guys look ridiculous with broad shoulders coming out, but you could have been an excellent drag queen."
"Har har har. Okay, put it away."
"I'm serious." He puts the book on the cabinet. "So, let's do it!" Cedric looks directly into Sean's eyes. There is a hint of madness in his stare. The silver pans above the kitchen island rattle. Sean's jaw drops.
"Umm, what do you mean by 'do it,' Sean?"
"You dress up like my fiance; we go to the party, mingle for an hour or two and then make our way back home. By the time I've got the promotion, you'll have 'left me' and they won't be able to 'take it back' by then. It's fool-proof!"
"No!"
"Come on! You look like a very convincing woman, and you're like, not even six feet tall. It'll work."
"I think I better put Twilight Struggle away. You're a little too stressed out for some heavy gaming right now. Seriously." Sean lifts the board, letting the pieces slide off and onto the smooth table. He begins folding it up, hoping that Sean will drop the idea.
Sean takes a long, confident breath. "Alright, I'll pay you two hundred dollars to do it."
"Two-fifty."
"Deal."
***
Sean fixes his tie in the mirror, smoothing back his head-fur. The deep violet knot contrasts perfectly with the gray cotton-silk blend of his collar, and matches the black of his suit. With two claws, he brushes back the black patch around his eye, smoothing the fur into a sheen. With a final smile, he wipes his paws on a paper towel. As he exits the men's bathroom, he hold's the brass door open for two younger patrons, their hair greased back, much more casually dressed in jeans and striped dress shirts. For a brief second, he remembers a few years back, anticipating, hoping, unsure about where a night at the club would lead him, or which chick he would bamboozle into bed with him. Now, he walks with more control through the dark hallway, to the glass double doors looking out over the river. 'This will work,' he repeats to himself as a mantra. "I deserve this."
Glasco Industrial has rented the deck of Holiday's night club, part of which overhangs into the Lanyan river. The crystal black water, ripples and reflects the skyline of Hogeston, the downtown area sparkling with small skyscrapers while the headlights of cars move about like fireflies. Waitresses weave between tables with trays of mixed drinks and a team of caterers restock the purple buffet table as hors d'oeuvres disappear into the groomed maws of the executives. A band plays bebop chamber jazz, and sound filters through the din of conversation.
Sean takes two yellow drinks from the nearest weaving tray and smiles when the waitress beams at him. The cool glasses chink with ice. With a nod to a colleague a few tables away, he sits again beside a woman dressed in red. "Hello Cindy." He smiles. "Love of my life."
"No drunk enough yet, my dear." A higher-pitched voice returns, and the made-up muzzle of his friend, Cedric, glances at him. She quickly grabs both florescent yellow drinks from his hands, using them to push aside an already empty glass of Sex on the Beach. "What's this one called?"
"I have no clue. And neither does anyone else. You look excellent, dearest." The other couple at the table are engaged in conversation with another table, but Cedric certainly wants to keep up appearances.
"Yeah, yeah. This dress is tight on my chest. Feels tighter as the night goes on." Sean pulls at the seams beneath, readjusting his top. "Might just be this bra, and the fucking women's underwear that's making me uncomfortable though. You could've just hired an escort."
"You were cheaper." Cedric laughs. "Plus, this is much more entertaining."
"Cedric! Cedric Lampeter!" A warm, baritone voice greets Cedric, along with a furry paw landing on his shoulder. Cedric laughs again and stands.
"Mr. Landry." They shake hands, and Cedric places his left hand under Sean's arm to help her up. "Mr. Landry, I'd like you to meet my fiance, Cindy." Sean smiles warmly, his black lips wonderfully framing his white teeth.
"I've heard so much about you from Cedric, here!" They shake hands. Sean is a little wobbly on her feet, but manages to offer his paw like a member of female royalty. "You're lucky to be attached to a young executive like Cedric, here. A beautiful find, Cedric." Mr. Landry typifies his German Shepherd breed. His body is tall, his face is brown and black, his ears rigid and alert, but his demeanor is warm and inviting. "Do you two have the big date set, yet?"
"Well, we haven't really picked out a firm date. Right, Cindy?"
"I want a Spring wedding." Sean states, then takes a sip of one of the two yellow glasses.
Cedric stutters. "Y-yes. She wants the first of Spring. I want it to be earlier, of course. Maybe just elope to the Bahamas one day, let it be passionate." He hugs Sean, who takes a much larger swig of the cool alcohol.
"That sounds wonderful!" A beautiful Irish Setter dressed in violet steps into the conversation, offering her paw to Sean. Sean switches the drink to another paw and shakes. "I've always regretted that my husband here didn't have the balls to disobey his parents. I wanted to just leave it all behind and marry in the caribbean."
Mr. Landry calms his wife, who is holding her own drink to her chest as if it were a delicate figurine. "Ha, you loved our wedding!"
"I know I did, dear." She kisses his paw on her shoulder. "But, I can dream. Oh!" She turns, almost violently upsetting her pink drink and wiggles away. "Anthony! Anthony, wait for an older woman for one second." She slips away into the crowd.
Mr. Landry smiles, showing his teeth. "She's like that when she drinks." He looks in her direction, then feigns a whisper. "But, she'll be even more interesting when she gets home tonight." He raises his eyebrows, and Cedric guffaws politely.
"Ditto." Sean says, then snorts into his drink.
"So, Cedric..." Mr. Landry put his large paw on Cedric's shoulder. "Did you pick out a corner office yet?"
Cedric pauses, and nervously chuckles, his tail wagging slowly. "No. I'm still in the 'pit', remember?"
"Oh, yes." Mr. Landry lifts one finger. "But, that's because I haven't given you the VP job. I mean, I haven't officially announced it. On Monday morning, I mean. If you catch my drift."
Cedric grits his teeth together as his smile grows wider. "Drift officially caught, sir."
"Good. And make sure tonight is special. If I were younger, you'd have to tear me away from that wolf." Mr. Landry pats Cedric on the back. Sean gulps hard on the last few ounces of her drink. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must collect my wife before she exposes me, or most importantly, herself."
"Thank you." Cedric sits back down, watching his boss's boss, the chairman of the board, shake hands with everyone as he makes his way down the deck. There is a cool breeze coming off the river, and he finally exhales a breath that he didn't know he was holding.
"Good job." Sean says and scoots around Cedric's chair. "Now, I've gotta pee... bad."
The wolf teeters to the bathroom, a second yellow drink in hand. Sean feels light-headed, which surprises him; he had always been pretty good at holding his liquor. Only four mixed drinks and his eye-sight is slightly blurry. A group of women sharing cubes of lobster infused with cherry grenadine are blocking his path. While trying sneak around them, a young executive catches him before he bumps heavily into a nearby table.
"Whoa, you alright there?" The well-built mustelid looks into his eyes, then glances downward. He shivers.
"Oh, thank you. I'm sorry." Sean looks down and notices the drip-marks on his dress. He takes one final sip of the drink and decides he better set it down. Wait, why is that guy still staring? "I'm good, just need to use the facilities." He steadies himself and keeps moving, being careful to follow the slats of wood in the deck, and not trip.
"Take it easy." The guy says, not as a standard goodbye, but as a warning. His cheeks are becoming very warm. He laughs to himself. His voice sounds different. 'Oh shit,' he thinks. 'I didn't make my voice high-pitched. Damn, I don't think he noticed. It sounded higher to me anyway.'
He stumbles a little when the floor changes to carpet, but recovers. When Sean sees the neon restroom sign at the other side of the dark hallway, he almost makes the mistake of entering the Men's room, but catches himself and finds a stall in the clean sanctuary of the women's toilets.
Sean lifts his dress above his hips. He pushes down the tight silk panties to his ankles, lifts his gray tail, and sits unceremoniously on the cold porcelain. The bathroom smells like lilac and the floors beneath his footpads are dry and immaculate. It feels odd when he starts to relieve himself, and when he looks down his cock barely peeks out of it's sheath, and his balls are pressed upwards. 'Tight, tight, red undies.' He thinks.
He takes a deep breath, trying to shake the fuzziness from his face. For Sean, the situation is much more enjoyable than he would ever admit to Cedric. Actually, it is ironic, almost to the point where he is concerned. Closet transvestite is the term. Occasional cross-dresser is probably more accurate. It is not the first time that Sean has worn women's panties in social situations, but it is certainly the first time he has ever attempted drag in public. And he has always felt strange, shy, weirded-out by the immorality of it. But, Cedric would never have found out. It's been so infrequent since his early days in high school. And when he had that one-night stand in college with a cute guy in physics class; hell, he wasn't even the one wearing panties, and Cedric was half-way across the country at his own dorm. Total coincidence.
He lifts his panties and wiggles back into them with a sigh. His dress seems to hug his waist now where it had been looser before. He adjusts himself and makes his way to the jet black sink, dipping his paws into the automatic flow of warm water. As he dries his digits with a nearby paper towel, Sean looks at himself in the mirror. A few woman walk behind him as he purses his lips. His cheeks narrow, his face feels soft and his neck is long and thin. He jostles his hair and strikes a pose. 'I actually look pretty damn hot as a girl.' He thinks and lifts his breasts. The foam padding inside fills out the dress wonderfully, maybe a little too well, and the small strands of darker crimson falling at his shoulders, accentuate the feminine look.
He shakes off the feeling and grins before pushing his way into the hallway again. in the darkness, the wolf has to will his cock soft again within it's tight silk prison to avert a minor disaster.
Soft jazz music leads the way, and Sean sways a little to the beat. He spies Cedric across the deck making engaging small talk with a group of his work friends. Instead of meandering towards him, he follows the source of a cool breeze to the edge of the deck. He leans against the railing, feeling his chest press against the painted wood. Through his unfocused vision, the lights on the river are brilliant like a collage of crystal snowflakes.
He rests here for a minute, tapping his foot until an arm wraps around his shoulder. "Hey Cind... I mean Sean. Thanks for doing this. I really appreciate it."
Sean turns and wink-smiles, more drunkenly then originally planned. "No. No. It's alright, I mean. Free food. Free alcohol. Free two-hundred fifty bucks. It's a good night."
"I told you no one would even think to notice. I got the promotion, got the respect of the other execs. It's a perfect night, almost."
"Almost?" Sean asks, then frowns knowingly. "Oh yeah."
They both look out at the night lights on the glass river. It's almost a full minute before Sean realizes that the dog's arm is still wrapped around his shoulders. A homophobic impulse to twitch hits him, then quickly fades, as the warmth contrasts with the cool air swirling from the water.
"I'm not lying. Everybody thinks you are smoking. Little do they know."
"Everyone looks sex-xy," he pauses to relax his tongue, "sexy when you've had a few, right?"
"Sure thing." When Cedric moves his arm, Sean feels the cold hit him. "Hey, I'm going to mingle a little more. You want anything to drink?"
"No thanks. I'm buzzing pretty hard right now. Think I'll go sit."
"Alright, I'll find you in a little while then." Cedric touches Sean's shoulder, leans in and kisses him on the cheek. He spins away and is lost in the crowd.
"Damn." Sean touches his cheek.
***
Mrs. Landry has to wipe the tears from her eyes. She's trying to find her breath, like the three other suits at the table. Sean sits down again, laughing. It's like magic. It's been another sober half-hour and he feels like he's just downed three margaritas.
"Seriously, no one ever laughs at that one." Sean admits to the riotous crowd.
"Oh, darling, you're kidding me! You just aren't hanging around with the right people. I absolutely and totally agree that the Grecian chorus is underused in comedy." Mrs. Landry slaps Sean's thigh. "You're terrible."
"I can't believe you play video games, know the director of every movie in the early 90's, read Tom Clancy novels, and design board games." A slickly-dressed bear puts his hand to his heart. "I swear, if you were anybody but Cedric's fiance, I would profess my utter and total devotion to you right now."
Mrs. Landry steps in. "So, Cindy, how do you find time, being a woman in the totally male-dominated arena of computer engineering, to be so funny?"
Sean grins. "Inconceivable!"
Another canine at the table pipes in quickly. "You keep using that word. I don't think it means what you think it means."
"Oh god, I love that movie!" Mrs. Landry laughs again, then points lazily. "Oops, there's the lucky man!"
Cedric, his tie now loose and swinging over his jacket, moves behind Sean. He places his paws on the shoulder strands of Sean's dress. "Hi everybody."
"Hi Doctor Nick!" Sean grumbles, looking up quickly, then immediately becoming light-headed. The table chuckles softly. "How's my honey-bear there?" Sean grins deeply.
"I think it's about that time for us, folks." Cedric announces to the crowd.
"You've got a hell of fiance there." The bear shakes his paw and almost loses his drink with enthusiasm. As the table moves to congratulate the couple, ice cubes tinkle and olives swirl on toothpicks.
"Hey, if this thing doesn't work out between you two, give me a ring." Another dog in a suit winks at Sean, then smiles at Cedric, holding his martini high.
The table squeaks as Cedric helps a bedraggled Sean to his feet. "Aww, but we was just starting to have fun, Cedric."
Mrs. Landry aids in the lifting of Sean, exposing a bare, slim shoulder in the process. "Now, you two go on. But, you have to come visit sometime, Cindy. This is not an invitation, but a command. We'll have some of my pomegranate cosmopolitans by the pool, talk some more about the theater."
"Thanks, Audrey. Thanks all of you guys. Love you. Bye-bye." Sean kisses the air, still dizzy, vision blurred in an alcoholic haze.
Cedric guides Sean from underneath his shoulder, his red dress stretching and exposing more of his toned legs. Sean's reflection is stunning, and even in his unstable condition, he notices. As they make their slow exit through the thinning crowd, Sean stops every now and then to admire himself in the dark window panes that face the deck. His mane is slightly curled at the silky gray tips. The dress swoops and almost sparkles against his hips with each motion. Cedric pulls him along casually and waves when they pass anyone who looking their way. When they slip through the double-doors, Cedric eases his grip and allows Sean to find his balance. He is swaying, but stable enough to walk slowly.
"I really liked those people." Cedric hears the difference in Sean's voice immediately within the quieter hallway. It is similar to his normal voice, but like his vocal chords are tightened with a rubber band to an alto tone. Sean strides ahead, and Cediric can see how tight the ass of the red dress is against her hips. The plumpness of that furry gray tail tipped with white as it sways. It excites him.
"Sounds like you actually liked it."
"Yeah, it was cool."
The parking lot is filled with the clubber's cars, and Cedric's SUV is visible along the second row. They pass a few furs in tight skirts, smoking cigarettes and talking on cell phones. Some conversations angry, some oozing sex, but muddled together with the pulsing club music from inside and the distinct sound of saxophone. The dull streetlight above is flickering and dim. Bugs circle the intermittent beam fluttering like crystals. Cedric clicks open the car doors with his remote and Sean is able to open the passenger door on his own. On the second try, he gains enough momentum to make it inside, and Cedric receives a brief glimpse of his friend's panties before he rights himself and shuts the door. Cedric climbs into the driver's seat.
The Buick turns out of the large parking lot, and Cedric finds his way to the highway, engaging the cruise control and having an opportunity to assess the situation. There are a few cars that travel by across the concrete border between lanes, but the nighttime traffic is lazy as they leave the Hogeston city lights.
"You look kind of, drunk." Cedric states.
Sean lolls his head. "Oh god, yeah. I don't even know why too." Sean fiddles with his back unsuccessfully, his fingers clasp and unclasp against the fabric.. "And my chest is killing me. This bra is like digging in so bad. Can you help?" Sean unzips the back of her dress, exposing the hooks of the black brassiere.
"Here, just hold the wheel steady for second." Cedric reaches over with both paws and un-latches the tight connections with more difficulty than expected. The material launches to the sides like a slingshot.
"Woo! Aww, that feels heaven-like." Sean sighs and throws two large cotton pads onto the dash. "I can't believe those pads were hurting that bad." He slips the shoulders of his dress down, in order to remove the rest of the wirey material. Cedric's eyes dilate as he notices the immense situation seconds before Sean is aware. But, once the bra hits the floor with an audible slap, Sean emits a high-pitched screech. Cedric clenches his teeth.
"Holy shit! Oh my god! I have tits!" Sean yells, fully exposing his now heavy chest to the world. "Tell me I'm drunk off my ass or dreaming. These look like huge tits on the front of my chest."
"Umm, " Cedric hesitates. His eyes dart back and forth between the highway and the mammoth breasts. He bites his tongue as his mouth starts to water. "Those are some perfect jugs, Sean."
"What the fuck?" Sean lifts them, inspecting their heft as the fleshy globes spill out over his paws. The nipples are erect, small, and pink, surrounded by the ivory white of his chest fur. The weight is intense, and the slight tinge of pleasure he feels when squeezing them causes him even more distress. They are fully real. They are fully attached and firm.
His claws almost tear through the dress as they drop the jiggling balloons, and frantically pull up the bottom of the gown. Sean has to lean forward to see over his new assets, but when he notices the completely flat groin of his red panties and the tell-tale line where the fabric dips and becomes slightly moist, he knows. His fingers shake as they re-affirm a lack of masculinity in his nether regions. The claws running along the line of moisture make him shiver.
"Oh my god! How did this...? I can't even..." Sean stutters, staring directly at his previously substantial bulge. And then silence.
Cedric taps his fingers nervously on the steering wheel, for the first time in the night slightly unsure of how to start. When Sean finally looks up he asks, "You want me to turn on some music?"
"What? No. How..."
Cedric sighs, then looks at Sean. "I turned you into a woman." He says.
"Umm. What?"
Like the night before, Sean cannot tell if Cedric is going to cry or become angry. The next sentence is delivered with a passion ranging to both extremes. "With the red dress. I paid a whole lot of cash for that dress, and I was given a guarantee that whoever wore it would become a very attractive woman. And I intended to get my money's worth."
He pauses, and the shock value of his statement fully sinks in.
"I realized that I wanted Cindy back; but not really Cindy... a more perfect Cindy. One that looks just as smoking, but isn't some stuck-up whore looking for a free ride, and actually likes the things I do. Which she totally was." Cedric looks out the driver's window at the forests on the edge of the river. "Also, I know you like to dress in women's clothes."
Sean's teeth graze her bottom lip. "You... knew?"
"Yes, in high school, I still remember it clearly. Tenth grade, shop class. You reach up to grab a 2x4 from the top shelf and we both ducked out of the way as twenty of them came tumbling down. When we crouched, I saw the black silk and lace like something out of a Victoria Secret catalog when your jeans stretched down. It's not something you forget." Cedric turns to look at her; a serious, angry, sad, and broken mixture of a look. "So now you can be with someone who has the same interests as you and doesn't make you uncomfortable."
Sean looks down at her non-bulge again in shock.
"Also, I'm pretty sure that you are a closet homosexual, or at least bisexual. You haven't been with a girl for years, and there are rumors. I'm guessing they're true. In fact, I thought I noticed years ago, but I didn't say anything."
"This is so crazy."
The brown dog's fist suddenly slams the steering wheel. "You know, she actually left me for a doctor. I'm about to make six-figures, but that wasn't enough for her. What a bitch!"
"I can't think straight." Sean's head is spinning. The sobriety of the moment is fighting with the irrational buzz of drunkenness encapsulating his synapses. 'Was Cedric gay? Did he just ask me out? He couldn't have known about that one time in college, and how did he know about the woman's underwear? What the fuck is this magic? A dress? Did he ever notice me staring at him in the showers back in high school? Did he know then? Where is my penis?' Her thoughts slowly led her back to the present, where her previous friend (not even best friend, but close maybe) was still speaking.
"The best thing is: no one will ever know. I bet you're about three, four inches shorter, your muzzle is thinner, your cheeks are wider, and you're stacked. No one will recognize you. Look in the mirror. You're fucking hot. And those tits are so big and perfect they almost look unnatural." He reaches across the console, pulling down the mirrored visor and exposing Sean to herself.
"Oh god." Her face is beautiful. The jaw line is slightly rounded and symmetrical, her lips a deep black and pouty. Her neck is thin and the curls in her manes taper to her gray shoulders. Then, the rack, the chest that would impress a supermodel. Firm, wide, double-D bosoms capped with suckable light-red nipples. As a man, Sean had been athletic, if lanky and palid. As a woman, which Sean had many occasions to realize before, she was a knock-out.
"Frankly, at this point I'm so hard I don't care if you don't want it. I'm going to fuck you tonight."
"What?" Sean shakes from her trance-like state.
The fear slips from the brown canine's voice. At this point, his plan is out in the open air, the blueprints have been aurally laid out, and so far his friend shows no signs of anger. Only the admitted strangeness of situation causes Sean to stare blankly like a drooling puppy at the goddess in the mirror. Cedric bares his teeth, lifting his coffee-colored brow. "But, you do want it. If not my cock, you want a cock. Any cock. I see that alcohol has you wet between the legs. I mean, you are a woman now." Cedric reaches out a paw, softly pinching Sean's erect nipple between his soft fingertips. "I couldn't have Cindy, so I made you into something better."
Sean's eyes shut as she stifles a gasp. The warm sensation of gentle tugging at her nipple, sends a signal directly to the covered lips of her new slit. She squeezes her legs together and the silk fabric only slides with friction against that secret nub she knows now exists. To be turned on as a woman, to feel the uncontrollable urge to voice her approval with a moan. The feeling universal, not centralized to cock tip, her nervous system sending signals, hot blood to the tips of her toes.
"Do you want to see it?" Cedric removes his hand, and places it on his crotch, squeezing a large bulge. "My cock?"
The wolf tries to protest, turning towards the dog. "No, Cedric, come on. I don't..." The button of the dog's black slacks pops open. Cedric has to lift his shirt in order to release the monster peaking out from underneath. The thick veins mid-shaft are visible, along with the deep red shaft. When it is finally revealed, the long pole pushes down the zipper without aid. The thick dog meat reaches more than half-way up the steering wheel, almost to the dog's straw-colored chest. The cock-head is sized, colored, and almost shaped like a ripe plum. The wolf's paw cannot wrap fully around the nearly three inch thick stalk near the sheath.
"Holy shit! ...I never knew. You, you're huge! How?" Sean wonders now if this is some crazy dream.
Cedric smirks. "If I could find a dress that would turn you into a woman, why are you surprised that I could find underwear that makes my cock larger?"
"You have a point." The boxer-briefs barely containing the balls of this amazing dog cock are a matching color of candy apple red. Sean feels flush. The internet, her main source of sexuality for the last five years, rarely returns a cock half this size on a mutt like Cedric. If she was not seeing it with her own eyes, Sean would have called it a definite photoshop job. Then the wolf stopped. 'Does he even know my porn habits? I bet he somehow saw the pics on my hard drive!' But, the towering piece of hard flesh twitching before her eyes, soon gains all of her attention.
"Don't you wanna know what it feels like to get fucked as a woman?"
Sean pauses, not wanting to admit it. "I don't know if this is the alcohol talking, but when you say 'fuck', it makes my legs tremble."
Cedric pressed forward, placing his paw on the scruffy white fur along the inside of Sean's thigh. "Then suck my dick or I'm not going to fuck you." Their fingers almost touch when her hand instinctively searches for that center of pleasure focused inside her red panties. The fabric is moist, darkening as it descends lower.
Sean stares at the long rod attached to his former friend. The thing is so rigid, with a small ring of foreskin tightened back underneath the taut helmet. A thick tree of red veins blend into the left side of the monster, and it shakes with each beat of the dog's heart. She is salivating, her lungs feel heavy with air on each gasp. "Oh my god, I am so wet." Her fingertips trace the outside of her clothed pussy lips, then dip underneath feeling the heat and slippery folds of pristine labia. "Whoa, it feels amazing. It shoots pleasure into the tips of my toes. Oh." She looks at her coated fingers, strands of juice connecting the pointed tips of her white claws like silk strands.
"Let me try." Cedric's fingers inch towards the edge of her panties.
"No, please." Sean says, but clenches her teeth and shuts her eyes with the contact. The dog's paw boldly rubs the wolf's clit through the thoroughly wettened silk.
"Wow, your panties are completely soaked." With three fingers he traces circles around that protruding nub at the top of her 'V'. Sean's tail twitches underneath her. She tries to protest, but the squirming only makes her lose more control. The heady musk of her own sex is filling the car; a sweet, thick, olive oil scent. After thirty seconds, the highway merges into winding suburban streets, and Cedric's focused digits are building her to a crescendo. The urgency is familiar, yet foreign, and loud moan escapes Sean's lips before she catches herself.
"Fuck! Your fingers are going to make me come." Sean is moving her hips against the canine's paw, craving desperately the explosion. Her thighs begin to quiver, her paws unconsciously hold onto her own breasts, teasing the nipples roughly. The release is coming.
Then, Cedric removes his sticky fingers. "No, don't stop, please!" Sean grips his wrist, trying to will it back to her extremely unsatisfied hole.
"I told you I'm not going to fuck you until you suck my cock." Sean's eyes widen; more in shock that he would deny her pleasure when she was so damn close. Cedric knows he has Sean wrapped around his finger. He looks over with a confidents smile like a teenage jock about to take advantage of the lead cheerleader. He even surprises himself with how much he presses his luck tonight. "Wrap your lips around that thick doggy cock."
Sean slides to her knees wearily. The thought that she is sucking her long-time friend's thirteen-inch tool makes her hesitate for only a second. She wants to feel that cock stretch open her mouth. If only she would have known; maybe they would have fooled around before. She leans over the center console. A small bead of pre-cum appears at the tip and her tongue licks it off. She reaches for the shaft with both paws, feeling her large, hanging breasts bobble as her elbows knock into them. It so thick. Cedric moans. Sean's long, feminine lips wrap tightly around that juicy cockhead then slide downward, stretching her cheeks to bursting.
She's never sucked a cock before, but her maw is quickly stuffed with as much meat as possible without gagging.
"I bet your computer is filled with images of big studs. I bet you would've sucked my big doggie cock years ago, had you known." Sean wonders if he can read her mind. Her cheeks hollow, giving a gentle pressure to the doggy's big glans. The bumps of the road make her lips sloppy with saliva. Her tongue barely has room to move when the jawbreaker of a cock is deep in her muzzle. She tries once to take more of his thick shaft, but a swerve in the road leaves her gagging when the head reaches her throat. Tears form in her eyes and she breaks away, taking a deep breath. She takes a minor break and strokes the thick cock, then dips her hand down under his waistband to grip one of those huge balls. They feel like softballs in her exploring fingers.
Cedric grips his cock at the base and moans. There is easily enough room and more for both their paws to stroke independently. If only Cindy had been this ambitious, this pliable in the bedroom. His cock is glistening along the top third, Sean switching to licks with her long tongue wrapping around his upper shaft. So hard. He feels like his cock is being worshipped. When her lips stretch around his immense girth once again, he grunts loudly in appreciation, his sensitive balls rolling in Sean's warm palm. She sucks loudly now, bobbing her wolf muzzle up and down his shaft in bursts of three or four, then nibbling and licking underneath his tip.
He grunts once again, when pressing the brake, then making a slow, bumpy turn that almost rips his cock from the wolf's lips. Cedric flips the visor quickly, and presses a brown button. The small, paved driveway leads up to a two-car garage, the light blue door lifting slowly. They pass the boxy gray sedan marked with rust around the wheel-wells; Sean's aging automobile filled with brightly-colored boardgame boxes. The Buick slides into place inside the unfinished gray garage, and once inside the door sensors click and begin their descent.
Sean lifts her head. "Are we back?"
The dog quickly grabs the wolf underneath her right ear, looking into her eyes. "Not until I've blasted down your throat, and you've swallowed every drop like a really bad girl." He lines up his cock with her lips and roughly guides her downward. "Make me come, I want to fuck that tight little cunt of yours all night long." Sean feels her pussy surge with intensity at his dirty talk. It all feels so much like an insane sex dream, her submissive side being released so easily, her resistance faltering to this huge cock deep in her mouth.
It is not long before Sean gives the canine his wish. With a renewed intensity, she fucks his long cock with her mouth, gripping the long shaft hard between both her paws. "Oh, yeah. Like that. I'm going to come so hard." She jerks his cock with both hands, fluttering her tongue along the thick veins. With a final suction and a wet slurping sound echoing in the open cement room, the huge cock spasms.
"Oh, Cindy." He thrusts his hips, catching Sean off-guard as the first jet of thick cum blasts directly into her throat. She fights to swallow as the next rope fills her enough that it feels like she is drowning. But, the dog holds her by the ears, keeping her throat firmly locked to his thick knob as it deluges her gullet with seed. The feeling is somewhere between euphoria and fear, as she struggles with her gag reflex, tears in her eyes.
After the sixth or seventh forceful jet of thick dog cum, the canine's grip loosens and Sean tears her lips from the jerking meat. She gasps for breath, feeling two more ropes coat the end of her muzzle before the torrent ebbs and the salty fluid begins to drip from the tip, down to the large sheath beneath. It takes her a few seconds of coughing to recover, but it soon turned into a laugh. A grin spreads across her face, and she licks away the last remnants of his spunk. She looks down and her paws are covered in the sticky whiteness.
"Wow, this break-up really affected you." Sean says while looking into the dog's half-closed eyes. "So, you got what you wanted. Which is amazingly twisted."
Cedric puffs out his chest, stretching and adjusting his tie. "I knew I would. I knew you'd want it." He reaches out and lightly pinchsd Sean's erect nipple as it hangs dangerously low against the automatic gear shift.
Sean looks away, glancing at the barely visible shelves of tools and paint. "But, what if I don't want this? What if I said, 'no'."
"I would have known already because your paw would've already broken my nose half an hour ago." Cedric raises his eyebrows. "And my cum wouldn't be deep in your belly."
Sean rolls her eyes, then leans back on her knees. She reaches downward and strokes her pussy. "Why am I so turned on? Did this dress do that to me too?"
"No. You happen to be just as horny and sick as me, Sean."
"And drunk." She giggles. She leans forward again, the haze of alcohol warming her cheeks, the heat of her arousal dripping to her thighs. "Why don't you call me, Cindy? If only just for tonight."
Cindy grips Cedric by his ears and pulls him into a kiss. Cedric can feel her erect nipples and those wonderfully firm, huge tits pressing into his collar. Their tongues twirl and the dog's deflating member surges with new blood. Then, with a smile, she pulls away and slips out of the car. He catches a glimpse of her soaked panties, and the tip of that luxurious white-capped tail before the door slams.
He follows her in the dim lighting, the coolness of the concrete floor contrasting with warmth of his entire body. She jogs ahead, breasts jiggling, and opens the doorway to the kitchen and living room. When she hits the lights, her frame is silhouetted in the doorway. Cindy pauses for a moment, looking over her shoulder, then slowly easing out of the tight dress. He stands still for a moment, watching the show. She reaches upwards, holding onto the top of the door and wiggling her ass. The dress falls to the floor and leaves her topless. Even with her back turned, Cedric can still see outline of her large breasts, peaking out the sides. Then, she bends forward, her tail lifting high into the air with a flourish. Her thumbs grip the sides of her red panties and slide them down. Even silhouetted, her wet pussy lips look crystals as they shine with moisture. Naked, she steps away from the clothing, looking over her shoulder as she walks into the room.
Cedric strokes his cock, letting his black slacks fall to the cold floor. As he walks through the door, he manages to slip his boxer-briefs to his ankles, kicking them across the kitchen floor, where they slump against the cooking island.
Cindy smiles and lifts herself onto the kitchen table, exposing herself fully to the canine's eyes. She lifts one foot onto the table before Cedric is upon her. The table squeaks as they embrace, kissing passionately, tongues intertwining. Cindy pulls away for a second to look down, only to see that big cock running from her dripping cunt to between her breasts. With her new paws, the thing is about as thick as her fist.
"Oh my god, what were you thinking? It's so big!" Cindy wraps her fingers around the menacing head, squeezing.
"Ready?" Cedric asks, leaning back and dragging the oozing tip down the length of her furry abdomen and lining it up with her miniscule slit. He begins to press forward, making sure to lubricate his dick with her copious fluids. Cindy's hole stretches to accommodate the first few blunt centimeters. There is heavy resistance and his cock bends slightly with the effort. Cindy grits her teeth as he pushes again, this time steadying his cock with a paw.
"Oh fuck! You're too big. Ah! It's killing me!"
Cedric runs his claws down Cindy's tone abdomen then dips his thumb in between the moist folds, pressing in hard circles along the fleshy hood and the top of his thick cock-head. She moans and squeezes her legs together reflexively. They become stiff and tense again when Cedric shoves more of his red cock inside. Two excruciating inches disappear, stretching Cindy's virgin hole wider. Cedric does not relax his movements, he leans forward, the table moving slightly with his force. Her pussy is like a vice around his cock, but she is wet and ready. There is so much dull pain and pulsating pleasure, neither can tell the moment when her hymen yields, only a steady slope of thickened dog-cock shaped like a baseball bat.
With about six inches inside, Cedric hits resistance and Cindy's eyes pop open. Cindy used to love when he was this deep, just touching the back of her channel, grinding her cervix with each thrust. He is much longer and thicker now, so his first back and forth motion almost takes the wind out of her. Cedric twists his cock on the next thrust, feeling the tip of his cock rub against that slick walk of resistance. Cindy's legs curl and he places them above his shoulders, and grips her by the waist.
"Oh yes! Fuck me!"
The canine begins to move slowly, making sure to keep that deep insistent pressure on her cervix. The table gives him a perfect low angle, and he lets his veiny cock slide against her g-spot on each downstroke. For Cindy, each sensation is new and awe-inspiring. Her body tenses with each thrust, out of control. She whines for air. She moans with jarring pleasure, and for the first time in her life, there is so much constant sensation that she cannot tell if she is coming. It feels like she is. Her whole body is vibrating and focused and hot.
Cedric rocks her against his huge member. She is trying to milk him already with her internal muscle spasms and even after just cumming he feels susceptible to the hot tightness around him. His tempo picks up, leaning forward to nip lightly at her bouncing breasts. Cindy's nails dig into his neck as she holds on in convulsions.
Cindy looks down and sees more than half of his huge cock still outside her lips. The red tool stretches her labia with each thrust, and she swears she can see that thick cock making a visible lump in her stomach. Her entire body shivers. Suddenly there is this growing sensation, something bigger than she's ever felt. It starts at her pussy, deep inside the muscled walls where that thick, blunt dick splits her in half. It spreads through her midsection making her clench her stomach, then her legs stiffen. Then, she screams.
Her body explodes with an orgasm, something deeper and more all-encompassing than ten of her male orgasms combines. Cedric continues pounding her harder, slamming her deep and fast, and she responds by squeezing his cock, and her whole being shaking. She continues to spasm for a full two minutes before she is conscious of her motions once again.
"Oh my fucking god! That was amazing!" Cindy nibbles at his ear. "I love you. Make me come again, please! Just do it." Cedric pulls his cock back for one more long stroke, then with his dick still deep inside, he urges her to flip over on the table. "I can't stand it, fuck!"
Her feet touch the ground unsteadily, and she barely has time to ready herself before Cedric is once again fucking her from behind. Her holds her tail steady in his fist and shoves his meaty prick deep inside. Even with his constant pounding, her is barely able to fit in one more inch. But, her convulsing pussy is getting to him. Her cute squeals when he rubs her right, the deep moans when he stretches her. He needs to cum badly.
The lubrication of her pussy juices literally drips from his fat cock as he removes himself fully. Without a word, he again lines himself up with another virgin hole. Cindy squirms at the initial sensation. Then, keeping his vicious grip on the base of her tail, he shoves his massive dick it into the tight hole. He presses his weight forward and pushes hard before his tip begins to stretch it's way into the wolf's ass. "Holy shit! You made me so tight again." Inch after inch, his thick meat slides into the slippery insides of the hottest chick Cedric has ever laid eyes on.
"I bet you used to love it up the ass, didn't you Cindy? We'll keep it our little secret." The slick hole yields to his stiff length. Before he hits resistance, he is already two-thirds of the way in. About ten inches of hard doggy cock fucking her asshole. He knows he won't last long. Her fingers are deep inside her own pussy, her palm circling on her clit and she is moaning in pain and pleasure.
He grabs her hips roughly and slams his cock hard into her virgin ass. With two inches left outside her hole, he is on the edge. He grunts hard, shoving himself with all his strength, and she is screaming obscenities and cumming around him once again. "Oh god!" He grabs his wet dick and it pops out of her tight butt as the first jet paints a long streak of white from her shoulder to her tail. There are dizzying stars in his eyes from the force of his orgasm. He pumps his cock as cum flies along her lower back. His huge cock aches with each pulse, throwing out ounce-size salvos that cover her fur like an abstract painting. His stallion-sized balls pump out pints of the stuff, tensing like squeezed oranges. She slumps against the table as his orgasm slows.
The pans above the kitchen island rattle, and one falls loudly to the floor. They both jump, then start to laugh, taking long, slow breaths. The chandelier above sways with it's yellow light. Cindy flips to her back and they kiss once again, enjoying the afterglow and the stickiness of their fur. On one of the couch cushions in the living room, sits the half-opened copy Twilight Struggle. Cindy scans the room and sighs, pressing her body close to Cedric.
"Crazy." She says.
"Enjoy your night?" Cedric smiles, then slumps into a nearby wooden chair. His spent cock slips slowly back into it's sheath. His low-hanging balls swing over the edge of the seat, along with his loose neck-tie.
After a few second's contemplation, she sits up on the table. "Everyone loved me at that party tonight. They were laughing at my jokes. They were impressed with my credentials and interested in all my hobbies. If only I had been born a woman. Wait..." She shakes her head. "No. If I had grown up as a woman, I would have been raised like a woman. That was the whole reason. As a guy I'm just some schmoe who lives alone and works on nerdy projects all day. Pathetic even. As a hot woman, I'm like this perfect vision of male indulgence. Isn't that weird?"
She lifts to her feet, finding her balance. Then, she glides across the floor to climb into his lap. "All men are truly looking for, is a woman that is really a man. Take any interesting guy, have him wake up the next day as an attractive woman, and see how many men call him their 'dream woman'." She smiles, puffing up her chest and calling attention to her assets.
She kisses his neck. "So, we could play Xbox and cuddle?"
Cedric nods at his dream woman. In the living room, the shadows no longer unnerve him, the feeling of loneliness wiped temporarily clean. "Yep."
"Awesome. So, we can play board games until 3am and then fuck till dawn?
"Yep."
"And all I have to do is say my name is Cindy?"
"Yep."
Cindy had already made up her mind. He was a crazy weirdo too. This could work. And, if not, I wonder what happens if I put on his red boxer-briefs.
Cindy grinned. "I probably should have asked for more than two-hundred and fifty for this."
"I was prepared to go as high as two-seventy-five."
"Fuck you." Cindy snuggled into the dog's coffee colored neck. His dress shirt is half-unbuttoned and the fur on his chest peaks out in mussed swirls.
"And I will. Many, many times."
"Sounds like a dream."
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