A Hair of the Dog

Aiden looked to Claire for help, but she was already well aware of his predicament. Her right hand was buried in the front of her pants, stroking rhythmically as she watched his struggle. Was she getting off to this?

Claire pulled her hand from her pants, lapped her padded fingertips clean, and Aiden gave a predatory grin. "Does my doggy need some help with his button? I'll help on one condition." She reached behind the bed and produced a black collar and leash. "You have to wear this."

Aiden swallowed nervously. "I don't know. . ."

Claire rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. It's just a prop. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow."

She stood and sauntered over, waving her hips and tail seductively with each step. "But tonight, you're my doggy, and all my doggies are leash trained." Now she was close enough that he could feel her breath. "And good doggies get rewarded." She gestured in front his nose with the hand that had been buried in her panties, and the fresh scent of her sex flooded his senses. He did want that. He wanted it very badly.

"So are you going to be a good boy?" she dangled the leash in front of him.

He nodded eagerly. Claire slipped the collar around his neck. If his hands couldn't unfasten his pants, they'd be hopeless to remove the collar. It would stay as long as Claire wished.

"Good boy. Now let's see here." She took his paws in her hands and massaged them. "These aren't hands at all, are they? They're paws. And these aren't arms. They're forelegs." She hooked the leash onto the collar and gave it a steady tug toward the ground. Aiden fell forward, landing comfortably on his forelegs. "From now on, these stay on the ground unless I say. Now stay."

Claire walked around him like a judge at a dog show. "You're starting to look the part, but we must get rid of these pants."

She dropped to the ground behind him, bit his waistband just below his tail and started tugging his pants and underwear down. Once they reached his knees, she thrust her snout between his legs and took a deep sniff. Aiden's tail froze high in the air. Her breath puffed against his balls and asshole as she investigated his most tender spots.

"Smells good. . ." she moaned distantly. Her tongue darted out and gave his balls and taint a couple of quick licks. Aiden found her temporary lapse into dog-brain reassuring, and he took the opportunity to curve his back around until he had his nose buried between her legs. He took a couple sniffs. She smelled like sex and K9, though her clothes blocked most of the scent. A devious idea occurred to him. He closed his teeth around her belt, being very careful not to nip her in the process, and gave a mighty pull.

Claire yipped-- not shouted or screamed, but yipped-- in surprise as her pale backside was exposed to the open air. That was when he finally saw it, the source of that enchanting smell. Nestled back between her thighs was the dark, puffy mound of a bitch's sex. It was larger than any he'd seen on a natural dog. The y-shaped crease glistened with arousal, and he went to work licking it clean.

"Hey! What ar-- Arf!? Arf Arf!" Claire yapped as his tongue lapped against her soft and sensitive flesh. The taste was different than he expected, but by no means unfamiliar. Gasoline, toothpaste, charcoal, and wet dog of a different sort. She must have rubbed K9 on her pussy. It was covered in the stuff.

Was.

Her tail slapped him across the cheek again and again in an attempt to ward him off. The impacts were progressively heavier and fluffier. One of her curly hairs landed on his nose, causing him to sneeze.

Aiden scrambled awkwardly out of his pants as Claire did the same. Her blouse was flipped up over her head, and he used his teeth to free her. Like a magician, he pulled her top away to reveal a wonder. Claire was gone. In her pace, a white, curly-haired, floppy-eared poodle stood. She was mostly dog now. Her rear legs were still a little long, and she still had her breasts (complete with extra nipples), but she might have passed as a dog at a glance.

"Claire how much drug. . ." There was something important he needed to ask her, but his brain was starting to feel very foggy. "How. . . Drug? Drrrrrr. Drarf!" he barked in frustration. Anxiety was building inside him. Something was wrong, but what was it?

Claire grabbed the end of his leash between her teeth and gave it a tug. He was big enough to resist, but he wanted to please her, so he followed. She led him in a small circle around the room, pracing proudly with her head held high. Her hips popped as the changes robbed her of her ability to do the splits. Her narrowing thighs exposed more and more of the dark, puffy sex between her legs.

Finally, she led him up to the bed. Now she made her needs known. She ducked between his legs and licked his sheathe. Her tongue was like heaven on the exposed sliver of his penis. She then turned her backside to him, lifted her tail, and froze.

His instincts told him to mount, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but he couldn't. Something was wrong. The anxiety was still there. He looked around the room, tags jingling as he moved his head. He looked down his muzzle at his paws and the poodle begging him for sex. The feeling persisted, and he wanted it gone.

He turned his head to the end table and the bag of K9. The drug calmed him down. The drug brought pleasure. That was the solution! He made his way on four wobbly legs to the baggie and stuffed his nose inside. He took an intoxicating sniff of the drug and sneezed, sending powder flying everywhere. His tongue darted up to clean the residue from his nose. It tasted good. It smelled good. But there was another smell in the room that smelled even better.

He turned to the poodle. She was in heat and ready to mate. Gone was the sense that something was wrong. Gone was any human hesitation. He padded over to his mate, lept up on her back, and started humping away.

His first few thrusts sent the point of his penis glancing against the hot lips of her sex, but soon he caught the crease just right and sank inside. He started jackhammering his hips wildly. There was no thought given to romance or restraint. More and more of his length exited his sheathe and entered the tight caress of her pussy. She stood and took it, a dumb, vacant look on her panting face. If she felt anything like he did, that was the face of a dog enraptured in utter ecstasy.

Soon his knot slipped free of his sheathe into the cold air, and he was overcome with the urge to drive it back into the warmth. He slapped the bulging orb against her vulva several times, but it wasn't until she adjusted her hips that he was able to sink it. The lips of her sex swallowed his knot, wrapped around the base of his cock, and held on tight. She was his. He bit the scruff of her neck to drive the point home.

His climax came upon him very suddenly, and he was helpless to stop it. His knot swelled impossibly inside of her, ensuring not a single drop of cum escaped. His orgasm an eternity, and he relaxed his head on his mate's silky fur. Their bodies fit together perfectly. He was no awkward half-dog, half-man anymore. He had gone all the way, and everything just felt. . . right.

After some minutes, the climactic clenching of his cock slowed to a halt. He jumped off his mate's back and turned around so their tails were pressed together. She let out of a brief yelp of discomfort, then was quiet.

All was right in the world. He had his mate, and she had him. In all his life, he had never been so relaxed.

The next morning, Bruce used a screwdriver to unlock their bedroom door. He found Claire laying naked on his bed, asleep. She was spooning a german shepard. Its paws and nose twitched in its sleep. It was having a good dream.

⠷⠷⠷ ONE YEAR LATER ⠷⠷⠷

Claire sat in the waiting room and stared intently at her phone, trying her best to put off a vibe that said "don't fucking talk to me." The overly-perfumed woman sitting next to her stared at the side of her head, waiting for the slightest sign that it would be appropriate to strike up a conversation. Claire would not give her an opening.

The woman yelped, and Claire turned to see Aiden sniffing under her skirt. She gave his leash a yank.

"Aiden!" she scolded. "Bad dog. Sit over here."

He withdrew his head and stared at her without moving.

"Please?"

Aiden sighed and laid down on the other side of Claire's legs.

"Sorry," she said to the woman, making as little eye contact as possible.

"Oh that's quite alright. What breed is she?"

"He is a german shepard," she said, not looking up. She was too tired and nauseous to have this conversation for the thousandth time. The woman was incessant.

"He's beautiful. And smart. How did you train him?"

"I didn't train him."

"Then you took him to a trainer?"

Claire clenched her jaw. She didn't have the energy to bullshit another backstory for Aiden.

"No one trained him. He's a human who overdosed on K9."

The woman gasped. Aiden shot up and stared at Claire with bulging eyes.

She looked at him crossly. "Oh, so you understand that, but you don't understand that I'm not in the mood for you to go around causing trouble?"

Aiden's ears folded back on his head, and he licked her hand apologetically. Claire wasn't sure just how much of Aiden's intelligence had returned after that fateful night. He couldn't read or write, and most abstract concepts seemed too much for him to grasp, but he was certainly smarter than a normal dog.

The woman's face was as red as a tomato. "You let that creature sniff me!?"

"He's a dog. Dogs sniff things."

"You just said he was a human."

Claire locked her phone and shoved it into her purse. "Well what do you want me to do, outline where he sits on the spectrum? He can play noughts and crosses, but he prefers fetch. Sometimes he shits in the toilet, but sometimes he shits in the park. He's a picky eater at the table, but right now he's licking the carpet."

Aiden froze with his tongue out.

The woman opened her mouth to explode in a furious diatribe, but the receptionist interrupted her.

"Claire Bennet?"

Saved by the bell. She left the perfume lady to fume alone and followed the receptionist to the doctor's office where the next round of waiting began. She pulled off her beanie and let her long, fluffy ears flop free. She had a splitting headache, and there was no reason to hide them from her doctor. Aiden came over and licked her mouth. She let his tongue slip in and even returned a few licks herself. This was an indulgence that she had to resist in public, but the confirmation of Aiden's companionship calmed her.

Aiden then set about sniffing everything in the room. He'd been a pain in the ass that day. Claire had always treated him more like a roommate than a dog. It worked out pretty well, but perhaps it was time to take charge and actually train him.

The door opened and Dr. Chen stepped in. Claire's stub of a tail wiggled wildly in her pants. She couldn't help it; she was happy to see the guy. He was a caring old man with a genuine smile, and he'd never once shown a hint of judgement about her canine traits.

"Well, Claire, we got your test results back. It turns out you're not sick at all."

"But my nausea--"

"You're pregnant, Claire." He clasped a hand on her shoulder. "Congratulations."

Claire's mind spun in all directions. "But I always use protection when I go out!"

"Well, no form of birth control is 100% effective. You know that."

Claire nodded, still stunned. This did explain why her breasts and teats had been so tender. Dr. Chen opened the office door, and a nurse wheeled a large medical device with a monitor into the room. She caught sight of Claire's poodle ears then looked away. Suddenly, Claire felt exposed and nervous.

"What's that?"

"Don't worry, it's only an ultrasound machine. Would like to see your baby?"

After some consideration, Claire agreed. The nurse had her sit up on the table. She then spread a gel on Claire's stomach (which was extremely cold on her sentitive teats) and pressed the receptor device against her skin.

They all stared intently at the monitor as dark blobs appeared in the grey void.

"Are they triplets?" asked the nurse. "Quadruplets?"

"No." Dr. Chen said, removing his glasses. "They're puppies."

Claire and Aiden stared at each other in shock. The nurse covered her mouth.

Dr. Chen took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well. At least you'll be able to nurse them yourself."

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