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The Feel of Fur - Transformation
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I glanced over at my wife and chuckled as she had the grace to blush
and turn away.

I laughed contemptuously before answering her. "Alternate worlds.
Might-have-beens. Well, we're here, now, and there's no way either one
of us can get our _real_ wish." My frustration made me shout my next
words. "Why don't we stop dreaming and go to bed? The only time you'll
be a bitch and I'll be a dog--is in our role-playing!"

Tina turned back to stare at me. Her eyes glared at me but her lips
quirked into a sad smile that matched my own at times like this.
"Fool." I winced as she carefully enunciated each syllable of my full
name: "Thomas Charles Triestre, do you _really_ think I don't know
that? What else do we have--except our dreams?" She got up and stalked
off to our 'bedroom.'

My thoughts were glum. 'Yeah. A two room apartment, bills it seems
like we'll never be able to pay and a world that doesn't care if
anyone lives or dies.' I muttered a quiet 'prayer' as I got up to go
join her. "If anything can hear me, you'd better shout real loud if
you deign to answer. It sure would be nice to live in a kinder world.
While I'm at it, let's make it _impossible_ to give us what we really
want. Put us in a world that recognizes that 'artistry' is a full time
job that doesn't leave time to earn enough to live on, so artists are
allowed to do what they do best, 'be creative', without worrying about
survival." I shook my head at my whimsy. "Forget it. Tomorrow I'd
better go downtown and stand in line at the free food place--again.
The sermons suck but at least Tina and I will have food for another
week."

Tina's voice was muffled as she disrobed in preparation for bed. "Tom?
You coming to bed?"

"Yeah. Might as well. This day is over. Maybe tomorrow one of us will
find some work."

She sighed. "Maybe you'll find something. Tomorrow's Sunday. I'm due
at the church so I can spend the day indoctrinating the kids."

I stopped, leaned on the door frame and sighed wearily. "Already?" I
let myself study her plain figure now that she was naked. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw my own reflection in the mirror that was
mounted on the bedroom door. "How the hell did we manage to fall in
love with each other? I'm no heart-throb and you were recovering from
an abusive marriage. It couldn't have been rebound. I lost count of
the times you insisted you were never going to get serious about a man
again."

Tina wrapped her arms around me, hugged me and then tilted her head up
in a silent request for a kiss. "I'd say 'it's a female thing' but
that wouldn't be fair to either one of us. The first time we met you
told me you loved me. Then you proved it by letting me take the next
two years to relearn how to love."

I returned her hug before I looked into her eyes. "I said no such
thing. As I remember it, I said something like: 'Stupid woman, when
are you going to accept that not all men want you on your back with
your legs apart? Now, will you let me help you get all that junk to
wherever you need to take it?'"

She didn't bother trying to stop her throaty chuckle. "Same thing.
Let's go to bed." She pulled my head down and gave me a kiss that told
me sleeping was _not_ the reason she wanted me in bed.

I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Once we got near it I
turned and fell backwards so I landed on my back, with my legs spread
and her on top of me. After four years of being happily married, the
routine had become our way of 'remembering' our introduction to each
other.

"Lazy" was her only comment once she'd recovered her breath.

"Yep." I started to nuzzle her breasts but she pushed herself away.
"Later." She shifted and reached down to unbuckle my pants and unzip
my fly. Then, without any ceremony, she pulled my shorts over my
penis, started stroking it and reached for one of the condoms. "Here.
You open this. I'm busy."

I used my best 'meek and submissive' tone. "Yes, dear. Is there
anything else you'd like me to do, dear? Perhaps tickle your clit
before we fuck?"

"Gimmie the damn condom!"

She was laughing so hard I had to grab her outstretched hand and close
her fingers around it to make she had a firm grip. "There! Satisfied?"

Instead of answering immediately she took the time to roll the condom
over my now stiff penis and then impale herself with the result. After
she started squeezing me with her muscles she got around to answering
me. "No. Not until you're limp."

"I should get a cock ring just to make you pay for that comment, but
we need _some_ sleep before we act like normal people tomorrow." I
woofed at her and grinned.

She growled her best 'hot-bitch-in-heat' imitation and then began
fucking me in earnest.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch. Back yourself on my dick and make sure you
get my knot." I reached down placed three fingers from each hand on
either side on my penis then worked them inside her as she bounced up
and down to help. Once I was in to the second knuckles I bent my
fingers as if a knot were expanding. "Does it feel good? Until you
make me cum and deflate we're stuck with each other. You love that,
don't you? No getting fucked and then feeling me fall out, roll over
and go to sleep. Thirty minutes of having a hot pulsing cock buried as
far as you can take it. Stuck. Hot cum flooding your cunt. So much of
it you can't keep it all to yourself and have to let it drip out."

She moaned and lost control. "AAAAAHHHHH! YES!" Her walls fluttered
and then clenched so tightly that I might as well have been tied for
real. I couldn't pull out. Hell, I didn't _want_ to pull out. I
removed my fingers from her spasming hole and grabbed her waist so I
could drive myself deeper before I unloaded.

"Now!" I grunted as I felt my semen pulse through me and into her.
Damn. It was always at these moments that I dreamed about having a
huge knot that would swell up and make sure all my seed stayed inside
as I pumped it into her. The thought of the two of us unable to pull
apart because I _couldn't_ get soft after orgasm always made me force
myself to stay inside while my dick softened. Sometimes, if we were
quick and careful, Tina could twist herself so when we rolled over to
sleep I was still inside her from behind.

She recovered first. I opened my eyes and smiled when she asked me:
"Dead dog?"

"Yeah. Very dead. You still a hot bitch?"

"Of course." She carefully twisted so she faced my feet. A frantic
grab kept my softening penis inside her when it threatened to fall
out. She put one of her hands behind her back, worked her fingers down
her crack and moved them back and forth in my pubic hair. "Does my
doggy enjoy it when my tail twitches?"

I grabbed her 'haunches' and pulled them against me. "Yeah. Play dead,
bitch and I'll show you how much I enjoy your tail when it twitches."
We both laughed as we rolled to our sides. I used my hands to keep us
'tied' as we went to sleep in our favorite sleeping position:
'horny-dead-dogs'.

* * *

Morning found us still coupled. "Damnit, Tom. Let me go so I can get
ready for church."

Her voice woke me up and then the meaning of her words penetrated.
"Sure." I pulled my hands away from their favorite night time location
and felt her try to get up.

An unfamiliar tugging, followed by intense pain in the area of my
crotch, brought me fully awake. "Tina! Let go of my penis before you
get up!"

"I don't have... Oh." I felt her loosen and then try to get up again.
When I screamed in pain again she froze. "I let go, Tom. I _know_ I
did."

I reached up to wipe the tears from my eyes. I felt something sharp
hit my forehead, followed by the unmistakable feel of fur. Fur? We
sleep naked. A now gentle tug reminded me that we had other problems.
"Tina. Reach down to my penis and tell me what you feel."

I winced but didn't say anything as something sharp accidentally
jabbed the base of my penis.

Apparently she had finally realized 'things weren't quite right'
because her voice trembled after she took a deep breath. "A bulge at
the base of your penis. A _large_ bulge--and it's still inside me. I
could barely force a finger inside to feel it."

There was a very long silence as both of us tried to figure out what
to say. I was the first to take action. I worked my hands between us
and gently pushed us apart. No good. "Tina? Can you reach the light
switch?"

"I think so. Let me try..." We had to carefully shift ourselves before
she could reach the switch. She turned the light on.

I wish I could say we screamed or did something else that was
memorable. The truth is that by that time we had a pretty good idea
that something unusual had happened to us while we were asleep. We
also had a damn good idea about _what_ had happened. I woke up with a
swollen knot at the base of my penis. It is inside Tina, who now has a
vulva designed to keep a knot inside her until the swelling goes down.
The painfully obvious conclusion is that we have the sex organs of a
dog and bitch--and they are fully functional.

Anyway, all that happened was that Tina moaned a little and then
matter-of-factly noted: "It looks like I won't have to spend a lot of
money on long nails anymore." She was staring at her 'hands' and
trembling slightly.

My first comment was equally 'mundane': "Tina, if you don't stop
moving every time I start to soften, we'll _never_ be able to get out
of bed." The shock of seeing Tina covered in fur and with a tail had
driven all thoughts relating to my crotch out of my head. As a result,
my knot had started to soften. Tina's trembling made her vulva vibrate
slightly and that vibration against the back of my knot had, not
surprisingly, triggered a reswelling.

She giggled a bit, sobered fairly quickly and then did her best to
freeze all her movement from the waist down. I tried to do the same.

What I wanted to do was reach out and feel her fur. Instead I tried to
find a place where I wouldn't touch any part of Tina. It was awkward
but I settled for stuffing my hands under the pillows.

While I was doing my best to find a way to avoid doing anything
remotely erotic, Tina had managed to turn her head slightly so she
could get a good look at me. Once she slowly scanned what she could
see, she made her usual morning comment. "Good morning. Sleep well? By
the way, from what I can see, you're a furry Black Labrador Retriever.
Male of course, and definitely sexually functional." Her muzzle
grinned at me.

It was nice to know I was in the form I would have asked for, had I
been given a choice in the matter. "Good morning, yourself. I slept
ok. For what it's worth, you're a furry Golden Retriever bitch. If
that new smell that's clogging my nose is the smell of
'bitch-in-heat', I'd have to say you're fully sexually functional as
well."

She nodded her thanks for the evaluation. "Now what? I don't think
it's going to be 'life-as-it-was'."

I carefully moved my head from side to side as I agreed with her.
"No... Somehow I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
---- 

End: The Feel of Fur - Transformation

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