The Very Good Girl

My eyes scan the screen while my co-worker stands behind me. Fidgeting. He's fucked it up and now I have to fix it.  Poor kid has only been here a month, straight out of college.  Probably pissing himself.  Basically me from three years ago except I wasn't a little bitch like he is.

I can practically hear him vibrating in place and it annoys the fuck out of me.

"Listen, Charles," I say, turning finally.  "Listen.  You gotta chill out, man.  Damn.  Like.  Loosen up. Fuck with people.  You're not gonna last here if you don't have thick skin.  Or if you can't take a fucking joke.  People will like you more if you mess around with them, trust me. Right now- right now everyone looks at you and they see this- this- shaking dog.  Like a little chihuahua but without the bite or bark. Just the shaking and pissing.  You hear me?  Step it up."

And then I turn back and roll my eyes when I can hear him swallowing a few times.  Probably about to cry.  It's not my business.

It takes me nearly five minutes to find the mistake.

"There," I say.  "All done."

His hand touches my spiky black hair.  My eyebrow shoots up in response but before I can turn, I hear his trembling voice.

"G- Good girl," he says.

And I shiver.

I almost moan.

"S- S- Sorry, I- I tried to-" but he can't even finish the sentence.

The fuck?

Worse.  When he takes his hand away, I feel its absence.

"Y- yeah, yeah, good job," I say, blushing as I kick back and shove the rolling chair into him.  "That's- that's how you do it."

I can't look at him.  I pull my shredded jean jacket against me defensively as I make my way over to my desk, stomping my boots the entire way.

"He's got your number now, girl," Devon laughs as I pass by.  I slap the back of his head and growl.  It doesn't sound completely human.  Not quite.  But, it's so natural that I don't even notice.

"The only number Charles has," I say, emphasizing the new hire's lame ass name.  "Is your mom's number. On speed dial.  Asshole."

The insult doesn't quite hit like I want.  It isn't up to my usual standards.  My mind is distracted.

"Dunno why she even had you," I growl.  "Dunno why anyone wants any kids in this fucked up world.  Fucking bratty little shitheads."

Just before I get to my desk, I stumble.  My nipples are hard and needy, rubbing against my shirt and the rough jacket over them.  Way, way too sensitive.  I don't wear a bra because I've got little titties and you usually can't tell but now they're pressing hard.  Needy.  Jolts of electricity through my body, down my core. Fragmenting until my belly grows warm.

I growl softly and paw at my stomach before crashing down to my chair.

Pressure against my crotch, pressing my thighs together. I feel heat there.  Wetness.  My pussy clenches and I claw at my keyboard.  Without warning, muscles spasm in my back, forcing me to shove my small chest forward and my more round ass back out.  Growling.

Christ.

Licking my lips, my tongue briefly rubs over my philtrum.  And again. My tongue flattens slowly and, in the process, the excess flesh widens.

Ah god.  I can feel my cheeks burning.  I shove my ass further back, grinding it against my chair, growling as I press the hard plastic into the soreness down there.

Filing cabinets block me from the view of most and my ears twitch as I listen to the suddenly louder rustle of paperwork, click-clacking of keyboards and inane chatter of everyone around me.

My trembling fingers slide down to my shorts.  I'm panting, tongue flopping against my bottom lip as I unzip myself and slide my fingers against thick curly black pubic hair.  Thicker than I can remember.  And higher up.  I glance down briefly to see a wide band of feathery hairs creating a 'happy trail'.  I don't-  I shouldn't have-

Growling, I slip my hands into my shorts and beneath the band of my fishnet stockings, dipping beneath my soaked panties.

God!  FUCK!

I nearly bark, growling instead as I bite my lip.  I'm fucking swollen from the heat pouring through my body.  My clit is hidden beneath fur despite bulging out of the hood, screaming for my attention.  I can't stop clenching my pussy muscles and warm liquid wells from within before streaming down my lips towards my asshole.

"Good girl?" I repeat, panting as I stroke my clit and whine. My nails seem longer.  Sharper.  They scratch against the slick pink pussy beneath my clit as if reaching for my glistening hole.  "I am.  I am a good girl.  I'm the fucking best girl.  Yourrrrr good girl, Charrrrles."

Growling, licking my lips, feeling his hand on my head again, stroking my fur.  Ears flopping as they lengthen and then trembling as my entire body vibrates, closer and closer to an orgasm.  Grinding my body into the back of my chair as I hear his voice, over and over again, echoing through my head, calling me the good girl that I am.

Blood fills my mouth when my canine teeth grow and clamp down on my lips.  My eyes are wide, straining.  Slits separate at the corner of my nose and then flex.  My boots drum against the ground while I press my hand against my pussy.  Cumming.  Cumming really fucking hard.  The lips feel strangely thick but it's hard to tell because of the thin padding swelling on my palm.

I whine and bring my hand to my mouth, lapping at the loose, leathery skin on my palm.  Hairs grow around my padding and up between my fingers, tickling my broad tongue when I clean them.  I taste good.  I taste so good.

A single cramp slices through my stomach before easing.  Six angry red spots fade to nothing, flattening against the skin as tissue melts beneath the skin.  Fur recedes.  My semi-claws crack and bend, pulling back into my fingers while my floppy ears tighten as if being reeled back in.

Fuck, I needed that.  I-

I masturbated at my desk.

Anyone could've seen me.

My tongue rubs over my canine teeth as they drill back into my gums.

Charles could've seen me.

"Fucking- fucking could've come over while I was- was masturbating," I say, growling quietly.  "Like a needy bitch."

My hand slides back down, slipping into my tightness and I moan and raise a hand to pinch my nipple as I picture it.  As I picture him.  There.  With me.  Watching me.  Watching his good girl.

The second orgasm is faster and I curl forward, nearly hitting my head on the edge of my desk.  I clean myself once more and then zip myself up, growling when the zipper catches in my fur.

I need to get laid.  Christ.  I can't believe I did that.

The smell of my pussy hits me randomly throughout the day.  My breath hitches every time.  Thankfully, it's muted by all the other smells pouring into my nose.  Some of these assholes need to shower more.  Like a lot more than they're showering now. If they are at all. It's overpowering.

I stand and stretch.  Joints pop and I growl in contentment as I raise up to my toes in my boots.  My narrow, pale chin lifts.  I can smell the thin thread of Charles's scent.  He keeps to himself, terrified of the others.  Poor bastard.  I follow the smell and the quiet heat perks its head up.

My tongue touches my lip.  Slowly works over it.  When I reach his cube, I stand by the corner, huffing his scent like an addict.  Watching over his shoulder as the black limbal rings expand around my irises, pushed outward when the dark brown coloring shoves against them, devouring the sclera.

At least he smells clean.  Smells good.  Real fucking good.  Like me. Like the good girl I am.  So good.

I whimper quietly and he turns but I hear the rustle of his clothes and walk away as if I wasn't just staring at him like a sad puppy at the adoption center. And I go to the bathroom.  I'm the only woman on our side of the building so I get my own throne room.

Once inside, I sit back on the closed toilet, shoving at my clothes before pounding my fingers into my aching pussy.

I cum three times before being satisfied.  A new fucking record. Five times in a day.  Hell.  Just in like, two hours.  I'd say something was wrong with me but, Jesus, it feels too good to stop.

When my shift ends, I rush to the bus stop, just barely making it in time.  Wrinkles show on the bridge of my nose at the assault of smells as I walk up the steps into the bus itself.  FUCK.  It's like a goddamn toilet in here. I don't even know where to sit without feeling like I'm bathing in shit so I just stand.  And I watch Charles walk out to his beater of a car.  Soulful brown eyes tracking him as the tiny tip of my tailbone swivels back and forth within my hips.  My fingers tighten on the pole when the bus lurches forward and I turn to stare at him and his car until they're out of sight.  And then I whine and the little bone slows and stops.

Food is burgers.  The first one is all done up, lettuce, sliced tomatoes, the whole deal.  The second is just the patty.  So is the third as I shove it into my mouth and then bend, licking the plate clean like a good girl.  No crumbs left.

I try to watch TV but nothing's working for me.  Instead, I grab my laptop from where I conveniently forgot it under a couch cushion.  Stickers cover the back of it and there's a crack in the edge of the screen.  Still works, though.

A browser window pops up when I click it.  My fingers hover over the keyboard.

I wonder what Charles is doing.

Shit.  Does he have a girlfriend?  Is he plowing the bitch right now?  That fucking asshole.  No.  No way.  He's a virgin.  Gotta be.  Better be.

"He's mine," I growl out loud. Possessively.

My fingers work slowly.  I'm not the best typer.  Typist.  What the fuck ever.

How to be a good girl, I enter in the search box.

Search results pop up.  A bunch of fucking bullshit.  Little articles about how to make yourself a better person.  What the fuck.

Good girl, I type in again.  And then I add:  Sexy.

Ahhh yeah.  This is what I wanted.  Images of slutty bitches in black leather and chains.  Fake ass furry paw gloves and those headband ears that make you look like a dog.  Lame ass shit.

My left hand slides down beneath my clothes and my lip twitches as I start rubbing my hood against my clit.  My chest rises and falls as I look from one picture to the next.  Girls on leashes wearing barely anything at all other than the fake dog crap.  Pretending to be pets.

I whine and buck from a small orgasm.

"I'm better than that," I whisper hoarsely.  "I'm the best girl.  I'm-"

Fuck.  My right hand raises to my neck and my left speeds up.

I want it.  I want a collar.  I need it.  I need it so fucking bad right now.  Against my neck.

I feel, I dunno, shit.  Like... like... like without it, he doesn't own me.  Without it, I'm not his.  And- and he's not mine.  Anyone could just walk over to him and present themselves, raising their slutty tail for him to mount them.

My growl is rough and harsh and I can feel my canines digging into my lip.  My back itches and I have to adjust myself because there's a bump above my ass cheeks that's uncomfortable.

The very tips of my ears bend over and bounce.  I'm snarling.  Picturing it.  On all fours. Charles behind me. Rubbing the head of his cock against me.

Ohhhh but now I'm whimpering.  Begging for it.  Good girl.  Like a good girl.  Want it.  I want it I-

I howl as I cum and my laptop falls to the floor on its side while my body strains to the breaking point.

Can't even think.  Can't think of anything.  Just his cock.  His hand against me.  Gotta-

Ripples throughout my body.  Legs twisting together.  It's endless and insanely powerful.

I'm panting and drooling as I finally lay back, staring cross-eyed at my fallen laptop with my tongue flopping against my cheek.

With a low, slow growl, I roll off of the couch onto all fours and I stretch out before standing.  My wallet and keys are by the door and I know where I need to go.

---

"Yoooo Jane, the fuck is that?"  Fat Adam says, laughing as he reaches towards my collar.  I growl and snap at him and he just laughs harder. "Oh shiiiit, girl, you gettin' into some kinky shit."

"Fuck off," I snarl.

He's blocking my view.  I can hear Charles talking to someone beyond our area.  Beth from the other side of the office.  The fucking classy side.  That bitch.  My ears twitch.  I can hear their conversation.  It's some private payroll shit.  I shove Fat Adam and he moves out of my way, allowing me to see Charles.  My fingers reach up to touch the small silver spikes on the collar.  I want him to see it.  I want to show it to him.

So, I go to him.  And stand behind him.  Glaring at Beth.  Fucking cleavage down to the split between her legs.  What's she trying to show off?  She's married.

"Hey," I say, jabbing Charles's back.  He jumps and turns, cutting off mid sentence.

"Umm," Beth says.  "We're in the middle-"

"I need you to look at something," I tell Charles, ignoring Beth pointedly.  I swear to god if she starts humping his leg I'll grab her throat in my teeth.

"Oh, uh, right now?  I was just-" he says but my eyes narrow to slits and I step closer until I can feel the heat of his body radiating from him.  It's not nearly as warm as my soaking wet pussy.

I can smell his cock. I can see it.  Drool fills my mouth with a tiny bit leaking until I wipe it with the back of my hand.  My back itches and the edges of my ears are unfolding.

"Yeah," I say, breathlessly.  My nipples are so fucking hard and my stomach is aching in time with the pulses of pleasure radiating from those sensitive pink nubs.  Well, my belly is aching. Not like I'm sick.  It's the skin. It's sore.  "At your desk."

"Okay, well, we can continue... talking... about..." Beth says as I drag Charles away.  I hear a muttered 'bitch' and I flip her off with my free hand.  That'll probably get me written up, but at least I have some defense.  She started it.

My top lips move.  Slowly.  Sliding down, fractions of an inch as I pull him.  When he squawks and tries to snatch his shirt out of my hand, I growl and grab his hand instead.

"Alright," he says, snatching his hand away when we reach his desk.  He rubs his fingers and looks at me.  "Just- just get it over with.  Whatever new hazing thing you have."

The bone is wiggling.  Wagging.  Pushing against the skin while my cute little jowls quiver and the folded tips of my ears brush against my spiky hair.

"I ain't gonna haze you, Charles," I say quietly as I stare at his face.  He's handsome.  In his own way.  Kind eyes, such a good quality for a master, and a gentle voice.  Just... just makes me want to rub my face against him and protect him from all the shit in this world.

I stand tall and scratch at my belly.  At the creeping line of fur spreading up from my crotch.  Curly black hairs show around the waistband of my shorts.  Two red bumps are on the sides of my stomach - visible for anyone to see on my bare, pale midriff.

Knowing better to stare at anything other than my eyes, he watches my face, trying to decode what I want.  He frowns and I see his eyes dart around my face, as if something is wrong.

Ugh.  He's so oblivious.

"Here," I say, tapping a pointed, thick little claw against my collar.  I thumb one of the spikes while watching him.  He squints and then glances around, as if waiting for the rest of the guys to jump out and fuck with him.

"It's- a choker?" he says.

He looks deeply uncomfortable.  Worried.  About something.  I've been way too harsh on him lately and the other guys have been worse.  That's somehow... endearing?  My protective instincts skyrocket.  Christ.  He'd be lost without me.

I lean in, almost nose to nose and he jerks back which makes me growl.  Reaching down, I take his hand and bring it up to my neck.

"It's a collar," I tell him.

My growl deepens.  Becomes needy.  I'm dripping wet and my little tail is rubbing against the back of my shorts.  Trapped.  Heat pouring from my crotch.  I can't help myself - I lick his hand from the bottom of his palm up to his fingertips.  He gasps and pulls his hand away and I let him.  Leaning further, cheek to cheek, I lick his ear and nip at it with sharp little teeth.

Gripping the arm of his chair with one hand, I grab the other and pull it between my thighs, against my crotch to let him feel where I've soaked through my shorts.

"Maybe you can buy the leash to go with it," I tell him.  And I whine at the thought of it.

"Jane!" Scott yells from the back.  "Answer your damn phone!  Someone keeps calling!"

I can almost hear the pounding of Charles's heart.  I see him swallow.  I watch him cradle his hand when he takes it back.  He's hard and I moan at the sight of it as drool fills my mouth.

"Jane!"

Snarling, I grab his thighs and pull, sliding him to the edge of his chair before sitting and straddling him.  Fur tickles my chest as it grows, silky black until white hairs join in between my small tits.

The tip of my tails slips out of the leg of my shorts to rub his thigh as I shove my crotch against his bulge.  Moaning as I grind into him.

"Fucking- Anyone seen Jane?" I can hear Scott from a distance.  My ears are still growing, bent in half.

"Touch me," I gasp and then snarl from a small orgasm.  "I'm yours. Touch me."

He's holding his hands out to the side.  Biting his teeth.  Glancing around furiously.

"Jane!" he hisses.  "I'm gonna-  You have to-!"

I slide off in a hurry and tug at his pants just enough to show the head of his cock.  My warm, wet tongue wraps around him and I spasm when his cum drills into the back of my throat.

When his hands grip my hair by reflex, I cum again, flooding my shorts until I feel it leaking down over the fur growing from my thighs.  His touch is sublime and his cum is the most amazing thing I've ever tasted.  Not a single drop is wasted and, when he's done, I lick the tip clean before looking up at him.

"Say it," I beg.  I whine and tremble from the aftershocks.  The little lightning strikes that tease my sore teats.  My nostrils, the skin dark and nearly black, flex as I smell the milk welling from the tips of my teats.  "Call me your good girl again.  Please?"

"Jane, something's- what the hell is happening-" Charles starts to say.

"Jane!" Scott yells out.  Closer.  Coming closer.

"Shit!  Get under my desk!"

I crawl on hands and knees and then sit back.  I wanted to hear it.  He has to say it.  I've been such a good girl.  I know I have.  I'll show him.

My fingers unzip him.  He's still hard.  Such a big dick for a small guy.  My tongue draaaaaags over the shaft and my drool courses over my tongue to dribble down his cock.  I hear him hiss.  He reaches out, grabbing for me and his fingers clutch at my velvet soft ears.  Feels so fucking good, I almost cum from it.

"You have to stop," he whisper-hisses.  "Jane!"

"Yo, asshat, you seen Jane?" Scott says.  I can see his legs as he stands next to Charles.

Asshat.  I'd snarl at him but my mouth is suddenly full of cock.  I take it carefully, sliding it between my long canine teeth while my tongue wraps around him.  But, I remember.  I'll remember the insult.

I reach out to fondle Charles's balls.  So full.  Jesus.  Oh fuck.  Oh fuck.  Can you imagine him pumping that inside of me?  All of it?  Oh shit.  My tail thumps against the side of the desk.  Painfully.  I can't stop it.  My head bounces faster.

"N- N- No," Charles groans.  "I- I haven't."

"N- N- N- N- Nooooo," Scott stutters in mockery. Red fills my eyes.  My lips tremble.  I growl, ready to lunge.  Ready to latch onto his leg and bite and claw and tear.  Only, my vibrating throat adds that special sauce to my blowjob and Charles jerks as he cums a second time.  And then nothing else matters but knowing I've given him pleasure.  The taste of him makes my mind go blank and I cum seconds after him.  Nearly passing out from the intensity of it.

"Can't even fucking talk right," Scott says.

I watch him turn and leave, from a million miles away as my ears roar.  I'm suddenly sleepy.  Gonna nap.  So, I curl up under Charles's desk, against his feet.  Eyes drooping shut.  Content.  Full of his cum.  Can hear him zipping himself.  Don't matter.  His scent is on me now.  Mine.  I'll mark him with my scent soon.  So that bitch Beth knows to keep her damn hands off of him.

An hour later, I groan, sluggish and slow as I sit up.  Oh shit.  I'm under Charles's desk.  Right.

Fuck.

Fuuuuck.

Fuck. That was hot.  I reach out to touch Charles's cock but he grabs my hand, slides his chair back and pulls me out.

"Jane, what the hell!" he hisses, looking down at me.  And then he frowns in confusion, searching my face.  "I thought... I swore you had..."

So, I kiss him.  I mean, his face is right there.  And he's so damn handsome.  Tongues twisting.  Wet.  When he breaks off, I whine and wipe my drool from my mouth.

"They're looking for you," he tells me.  And then he touches his lips.  "Why- why are you doing this?"

"This?" I purr while looking up at him.  "What?"

"You know!" he says, quiet but sharp.

"You mean... sucking your cock?" I growl.  "Because it's so good, Charles.  You taste so good. I can still taste you.  And smell you.  I'm so wet.  We could fuck now if you want.  We should fuck now."

"We're at work!" he says.  "And you- what the hell is wrong with you?  You hate me! You- you looked like..."

He glances around and his voice drops. "Jane.  I swear to god.  You looked like a dog.  Kinda.  Like a dog person."

The tip of my tail wiggles deep in my hips.

"Like a good girl?" I ask and I press my face into his crotch with a growling moan while my nails dig into his thighs.  "Tell me again, Charles. Tell me again and I'll leave you alone.  I just want to hear it. I have to hear it.  Please."

My voice becomes more and more whiny as I talk.

"I- Jane..." Charles says.  He's breathing hard. He is hard.  I want it so bad.

"Just.  Say it," I pant.  My tongue feels too big for my mouth.  Drool slides over my chin. "Tell me again. Tell me I'm a good girl.  Tell me.  I'll leave you alone."

"You're- you're a good girl," he says.  Hesitantly.  While patting my head again.

I cum.

Just from that.  I bark, the sound muffled because I'm shoving my face against his dick.  When I pull at his pants, he grabs my wrist.

"You promised!" he snaps and I whine sadly in return.  I did promise.

Slowly, I crawl out from under his desk.  I look back at him and huff.  And whine.  And droop my head before pulling myself to stand.

"Fine," I pout.  "Fine."

I walk back towards my desk but glance back and smile with my teeth showing when I see him staring at my ass while squeezing his cock.  Mmmmmhmmmmmm.

"Well look who the fuck it is," Scott says when I pass his desk.

My hackles rise.

Asshat.

Can't even fucking talk.

I smile.  Flashing my mostly normal looking canines.

"I had to answer your phone and deal with your customer for twenty fucking minutes, Jane," Scott says, emphasizing my name.

"Oh, hey, Scott," I say, all nonchalant.  "Sorry about that.  I was busy.  I'm about to head to the corner store.  Lemme grab you something to pay you back."

"Fine, just- yeah, fine," he says, still pissed.

So, ten minutes later, I drop off this disgusting monstrous mixture of a drink - soda, some energy drink shit and other things.  I don't know how he can stand to drink it.  Seriously smells like battery acid to my sensitive nose.  A bonus candy bar follows.  I'm all smiles and apologies as I go back to my desk and stare at my computer while edging myself and swirling my tongue in my mouth.  Remembering his taste.

It takes effort to actually do any work, but I slowly get back into it and lose myself in the monotony for a while.

"Hey, where's Scott?" Brian asks.

"The shitter," Andrew tells him.  "Don't go in there.  I could smell it just by walking past the door.  He was almost screaming in there."

"My truck's loaded," Brian says.  "He's holding my paperwork."

Ah.  Now I can hear it.  Distinctly.  He's groaning and crying out.  I think that's his mom's name?  My ears twitch.  Rotate slightly.  I reach up to scratch them and moan at how good it feels.  Oh man. Not nearly as good as when Charles called me a good girl.  Like I am.  The fuckin' best girl.

Downside of my powerful sense of smell is I can smell what Scott's doing as he sobs.

Karma.  Whoops.

When work ends, I'm a blur, speed walking through the office to Charles's desk with the hidden tip of my tail wagging inside of me.  He's gone.  Recently, my nose tells me.  I rush to the office windows and whine, sadly, when I see him getting in his car.

Fuck.

My thrashing tail bone slows in my hips until it stops moving and I sigh.  And turn to plod towards my desk to grab my shit and catch the bus home.

The night is full of my howling orgasms as I replay the day and think of what could have been.

---

"Hey Charles," I growl, my voice low and sultry.

My back itches.  A few black hairs poke out of my stockings and my gums ache.  Really, though, all this soreness just mixes with the intense pleasure of my heat.  Adds a kind of spice.  Like a good slap during sex.  Or a hard smack on the ass.  Or ten.  The tips of my ears droop and I scratch at the short white fur growing between my breasts.

No jacket today.  And no bra as usual. I tug at my shirt to make sure he can see how hard my nipples are.

Poor Charles chokes on his tea.  Of course it's tea.  My sweet little nerdy man.

I walk past him and over to his desk, shoving his keyboard aside to sit back.  And up, lifting my heavy boots to put them to the side of his thighs on his chair.

Oh.  And no panties, either.  A fact that Charles notices when I pull my short little skirt - something I haven't worn in years - up to show my bare, hairy thighs and crotch.  I'm dripping wet, as is usual lately, but even more than that since he's so close to me.

"J- J- J- Jane," he moans and I look down with a toothy smile to see him briefly touch his bulging cock.  I moan and my tongue laps out at my nose, flopping against it.

My labia are puffy and red.  Swollen by my heat.  My clit is exposed and throbbing.  I gasp as I touch it and then growl as I slide my fingers back and forth over my pink pussy lips.

Watching his face while my chest rises and falls.  Hairs show on my belly.  Spreading.  The tips of my ears slide down, already covered in flat black hairs.

"You're- you're changing again," he whispers as he stares at me in shock.

I lean back, gripping his desk with my free hand while stroking myself slowly for him.

"I want you," I tell him.  Fur touches my neck, scratching against my collar.

"I-" he starts to say.

My legs flex, bending, pulling his chair towards me.  My hand touches his head and I push him, gently, down to my pussy.  He hesitates.  Uncertain.  A virgin, of course.  That's fine.  I'll teach him.  He can train me to be his good girl and I'll train him on how to be the perfect lover.

Tit for cock.  No, wait.  Tit for tat.  Ah, but I like cock better.

"Use your tongue here," I moan, lightly touching my clit.  It's almost hidden by the tangles of wild fur growing there. The rest of the fur on my body is flat but my crotch is just this dense bush that traps my scent.  The normally wrinkled skin of my hood is bulbous now.  "Use- ohhhh fuuuu-"

His tongue touches me and I throw my head back while squeezing my knees together.  Charles cleans me, licking up my sweetness.  Eagerly like a good boy.  Lapping from the base to the tip.

"Heeeerrrrrrre," I growl, tapping my clit again. The skin is sliding over it and I growl when he focuses on it. It's becoming more sensitive as it moves.

There's a sensation.  A tightening.  My pussy muscles clench.  I'm clawing at his hair with obsidian nails that scratch his skin while fur pierces my forearm.  Behind me, my tail whisks against the papers on his desk.  Tightening.  The lips expand while my clit is forced down. His tongue sweeps between them to get to the pink within as the lips darken.  I can feel them bulging against him.  Pressing against his tongue as they swell and push out.

I bark as I cum and my ears flop against my head.

"Shh!  Jane!  You- Oh shit!" Charles gasps.  His face is slick with my cum.  Glistening on his cheeks and chin and mouth and nose. I want to kiss him.  I want to ride his face, shoving my spade against his tongue.

Voices around us, asking if someone brought their dog.

I'm panting.  It's- it's hard to- to think past this red haze.  This.  This heat.

Charles pulls me down and I collapse against him, licking his face.  Cleaning him.  Forcing my broad tongue into his mouth to kiss him.  Rubbing the sore spots on my belly against him.  They itch.  They itch so bad and I want him to suck on them.  Want puppies.  My puppies to suck on them.

"Need you to- to-" I'm panting.  Really hard to think.  The bitch wants babies. It's an overwhelming urge caused by the painful, dominating heat.  "Breed.  Breed me.  Heat.  The heat.  Can't.  Need.  Need it. In me."

He's pulling me away and I follow, slipping between tall filing cabinets and out the side door to our mostly abandoned side parking lot.  There's a field beyond. We used to keep racks of material out here until we built an extra warehouse.  Now it's abandoned and overgrown.

My tail slaps against the back of my thighs.  I'm shoving at my shorts with one hand.  Pushing them down until they tangle with my legs.  I stumble but Charles catches me and that allows me to kick my shorts off, leaving me in my stockings and boots and shirt- oops, no, I'm growling as I struggle out of that.  Throwing it aside.

"Jane, no, you- Jane!"  Charles moans.

Feels so good to be out of my clothes. The sun warms the fur spreading over my body and my tail is so free.  Thick and strong and covered in black fur with a white tip. Sleek ebony fur hides the rest of my body except for a rough diamond of white fur on my chest.  I lick his cheek and my tiny jowls quiver.

"I want it so bad, Charles," I whine.  "Just- just fuck me.  Once.  The heat.  It'll- it'll go away.  Just once."

That's a lie that was tested several times last night.  I know it's a lie, but I'm not above tossing out falsehoods to get this sweet man to fill my womb with his cum. To mark him as my own.  To paraphrase a quote from somewhere else, I may be his good girl, but I'm not a good girl.

Pain in my boots.  Bones grinding together while my toenails curve outward, pushing my bulging toes back.

"Charrrrles, my boots," I growl.  "Help.  I need them off."

He takes a moment before kneeling and I grip his head while my tail wags.  I try to pull him to my pussy but he doesn't take the hint. So I keep trying over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over as he slowly works on my laces.

One boot and then the other and then I'm standing in just my stockings.  And my collar.  Can't forget that. Can't ever forget that.  I should get a tag for it.  With my name.  And his address and phone number.

The wind whips against me and the studs shine in my floppy ears.  I lick happily at my broad, pebbled nose and then take Charles's hand to lead him towards the tall grass.

And then I push against him. Grinding against his bulging cock.  And slide down to my knees.  I spread my pert little ass and lean forward to my hands.  Curving my back while staring at him.  My knees spread.

"J- Jane, I- I really- I-" but he's massaging his cock and toying with his zipper.

"You said it," I pant.  Trembling from my heat.  It's like nothing I've felt before. Burning through my rationality.  Every single nerve ending is on fire and there's all these new urges and instincts screaming at me as my teats leak milk to the dirt beneath us.  "You said I was your good girl."

"That was a joke!" he gasps.  His button is undone.  "I- I was trying to make a joke to fit in!  You-!  You're turning into a dog, Jane!"

"Your good girl," I moan as I lower my chest until my throbbing nipples brush the ground.  My furred knees spread and my claws tear lightly into the dirt.  "You gonna fuck your bitch or not?  I keep dreaming about it.  About you pulling me around with a leash."

I whine and my pussy convulses at the thought, pink showing briefly between the black lips of my protruding spade.

"Gripping it tight in your fist to jerk my head back as you-"

His pants are undone and he's kneeling behind me. My words cut off when I feel his cock slide between the fur covering my ass cheeks.  The scent of his pre-cum nearly makes me howl.  It's like I can taste him again.

"Mount me," I gasp, repeating the words the animal is howling about inside of me.  "Mount me like a bitch.  Like your bitch, Charles.  Make me yours.  Please, god, please, I need your- no no no no lower lower lower you can have my ass anytime but I want it in my pussy now right now god now please I need you to breed me now in my-"

I howl when the head of his cock presses into the tight fold of my spade.  They bulge around him as if hugging him tight.  Welcoming him in.  My own creamy cum leaks out, showing him I'm ovulating.  That I'm in heat. Constantly constantly in heat.

"I can't-  Oh god.  Jane, you're so tight.  I've never-  With a woman-"

"I'm yourrrrr firrrrrssst," I howl again.  The thought of it is a punch to my furry gut.  I mean, I knew he was a skinny little nerdy virgin but the confirmation does something to me.  Makes it real.  He's mine.  He's all mine.  I'll show him how to do it all.  How to be a good lover.  How to be a good boyfriend.  How to be a good boy.  I'll be patient with him and love him and fuck him and treat him right and oh! OH!  OHHHHH FUCK!  His hand is gripping my tail!  OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT nerves are on fur, tugging at my spine.  The domination of it, even if it isn't intentional drives me fucking crazy.

A third howl when he finally bottoms out. My head back, jaw crunching as it pushes forward into a short muzzle.  Gray lips growing darker over my fangs as my wide mouth narrows into an "O" with my voice singing high.  Feels like a release.  A sweet release pulled from deep within.  Mixing with my orgasm until my entire body is riding the high.

"Your- your p- pussy is clenching- I-  I can't-" He grunts.  Swells inside of me.  I snarl and shove back. Trying to force him into my womb just as I feel the first splash.

My eyes roll back.  My lips tremble.  I'm growling. Can't stop growling. Tearing at the dirt.  Bucking and trembling.  He's- he's filling me.  Warm cum inside of me.  I can smell it.  Inside of me.  Marking me for his own.  Ah.  Fuck. Ah fuck.  Feels so good.

Out here on all fours in just my stockings and collar being fucked like a bitch in heat.  Covered in dirt like an animal. Well. I mean.  I am.  Both of those things.  And then he falls over top of me and that sets me off again.  I feel his chest against the fur on my back.  Feels like a proper mounting.  Feels right.  Fuck.  FUUUUUCK.

When he's done, he rolls and I follow, panting and drooling with my back against him.  His arm wraps tentatively around my chest to touch my tit.

"So soft," he whispers in wonder.

"You can touch it," I tell him.  "Any time you want."

I reach out to his hand, guiding it to a nipple.  A hard black nipple poking out past my flat fur. I whine when I squeeze his finger around it.

"Here," I whimper and writhe against him. He's still hard. Still inside of me.  I clench around him and moan.

My hand moves, pulling his down to my belly.  To one of my teats.

"And here," I gasp.  Guiding him to them. To each of them. Barking as he pinches the last on his own.  When he pulls on it.  Bucking from a short, sharp orgasm.

"Mmmm yessss," I groan and then I snarl when he rolls me, flat to the ground.  Over top of me.  Showing a hint of dominance again that drives me wild as he leans down to kiss my floppy ear.

"Is- is it okay?" he asks, breaking the spell, but he's already pumping and I can't even talk.

My stupid sweet little nerd.

He lasts longer this time and he still has so much cum left that it spurts out from my pussy.  I snarl and reach beneath to scoop some of it up before it all splashes to the ground.  I lick my hand clean as he cuddles me while I fight the urge to lick the rest of the cum from the dirt.

It's good.  I'm sleepy.  Sun is warm.  He's warm.  His arm feels good around me.  Cupping my little boob.  Just wanna nap.  Just wan' stay.  With him.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs with a sleepy voice.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I am.

I really am.