An Earnest Wish

Trigger Warning:  Cheating

This was is the other story, along with "Dripping Wet" from my request last week from the $5 and $10 tiers.  This was originally going to be posted on Thanksgiving, but I switched it with the cow story instead despite this one matching the holiday theme.  Enjoy!  I hope!

He could feel the headache starting behind his left eye as he stared down at his girlfriend's phone.

Only now did he realize how unusual it was that she didn't have it with her and only then did he realize that she always kept it close.  He'd been bothered by how often she used it, even during their date nights.  Turning it face down when he finally worked up the nerve to complain about it.

A notification appeared on screen, just as he'd passed by, drawing his attention.

Can't stop thinking of how sexy you looked yesterday, it had read.  From Ted.  He knew she had a coworker with the same name and it had clicked.  Pieces locked together - all the times she'd mentioned her coworker at random times.  Suddenly staying late to close.

He hated himself for it, but he couldn't stop tapping the notification to bring up their texts.  A single look showed him enough to confirm his suspicions and his heart sank.

When the shower stopped, he walked into the living room to sit quietly in his own thoughts.  His chest felt tight and his face burned while tears threatened to fall.

"Aw, dammit," he said, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

He could hear Jennifer moving around in the bedroom, singing quietly as she dried off.  His own phone buzzed.  He swallowed, wiped a few more tears away and stared at the text from his mother asking him if they were on their way yet.  They were already late, but it wasn't unusual for Jen.  She moved on her own schedule despite how it often inconvenienced everyone else.

Thanksgiving dinner waited for them.  He dreaded it now.  His brain worked in a loop, alternating between picturing the few texts he'd seen and wondering how and when he could break up with his girlfriend of five years.  The thought made him miserable.  Despite her apparent infidelity, he loved her and thought she'd loved him.  Their sex life had waned considerably, but she'd blamed it on a declining libido.  With that in mind, he realized how she'd slowly been pushing him away, declining his affections with weak excuses that he'd accepted despite feeling hurt.  He'd tried his best to set up regular date nights, searching local websites for interesting and fun activities.  Sometimes she accepted his plans but most times she said she just wanted to stay home.  To sit next to him while they watched a movie.  With her phone in hand.

I'll break up with her tonight, he finally decided.  After dinner.  When we're back home so we're not trapped in the car having the conversation.

When the door opened finally, he looked up at Jennifer with reddened eyes and his heart hurt all over again.  He loved her, he realized, and still did.  For the first few years, she was attentive and doting and wild in bed, matching his returned attention and affection.  The thought of their upcoming conversation physically pained him and he worried whether he'd be able to go through with it or not.

"Ready?" she asked while staring down at her phone.

He stared at her for a moment.  Studying her.  Memorializing her.  The tips of her blonde messy bob curled around her heart shaped face, cradling her.  She wore minimal makeup with eyeliner and red lipstick but nothing else.  Her oversized blouse hung over her pale, slim shoulders and draped down over her bluejeans.  Heels were clutched in her left hand, swaying and tapping together as she moved a finger over her phone's screen.

"Yeah," he said, wincing slightly when his throat tightened.

The car ride was subdued.  He drove on autopilot after years of following the same route.  The glow of his girlfriend's phone filled the car.  He could hear her fingernails clicking as she worked the screen and could only imagine she was writing messages to Ted.  Instead of letting it increase the stress he already felt, he focused internally, replaying scenarios in his head over and over.  She never once tried to engage him in conversation and, for once, he was grateful for it.

"We're here," he told her as he turned into his parent's driveway to park behind his father's truck.

"Oh, cool," Jennifer said, angling her screen slightly away from him as she finished what she was doing.

He almost confronted her right there.  His sudden fierce anger surprised him.  The urge to yell at her left his hands trembling on the steering wheel.  He breathed slowly, shifted into park and shut off the engine to step out into the cold night air.  While he waited for her, he leaned against the car and steadied his breathing.

"I'm pretty hungry," Jennifer said when she stepped out of his car.  "Your mom makes the best Thanksgiving turkey.  You think she'll let me take some to work tomorrow?"

Enough for both you and Ted? he wanted to ask.

"She always does," he said instead. She glanced at his phone and he frowned at her as they walked towards the front door.  "How about you put your phone away for the night?  Just for dinner."

"Yeah, yeah, I will, just give me a second," she told him.

The door opened.  His mother was the first through and she raised her arms to welcome him into a hug, despite having seen him a week ago.  His father stood behind her, smiling at them both but his wrinkled forehead creased when he glanced between his son and Jennifer, as if he could sense what was happening.

"Come in, come in," his mother said, pulling his arm to drag him inside.  "Your sisters are already here and they're starving.  We've already got everything set out."

"Everything okay?" his father asked quietly after Jennifer walked past.

"Yeah, it's alright, don't worry," he said.  "Do you need help with anything?"

"No, everything's ready.   Your mom couldn't wait to set it all up."

"Hey Ellie.  Deidre," he said, nodding at his sisters when they forced themselves up and out of their parent's overstuffed couch.  "How's college, Ellie?"

"Eh," the girl said with a shrug.

"That bad, huh?" he asked.

"Eh," she said again.  She swiped at her bangs and then hid her hands inside the sleeves of her too-large hoodie.

"Alright, sit, sit," his mother said, ushering him and his girlfriend to one side of the table before seating herself and her husband across from the pair.  Ellie and Deidre sat at the ends of the table.  "Now, I know you kids are 'too cool' to say grace but please humor me."

He glanced over at Jennifer, frowned and elbowed her when he noticed she was still on her phone.  She glared back up at him briefly before setting it face down on the table in front and, after realizing everyone was waiting for her, she bowed her head.

When his mother finished her short prayer, she added her own thanks for her healthy, happy children.  He cringed at the words but realized that, ultimately, he was happy.  Or at least, settled into a good life.  His job paid more than enough to allow for a comfortable, secure life and he was damn good at what he did with a management team that supported him.  He was healthy and young with a minimal amount of mental trauma from growing up.  Despite the pain of being cheated on, the sudden realization gave him a sense of profound relief.  He would find someone else when he was ready to date again, perhaps after making appointments with a therapist to help ease him through the grief he was already feeling.

Plates were passed and filled with idle conversation back and forth in between bites of food.  He learned that Ellie was waffling on her major once again and that led to her parents focusing on her, much to his relief.

"Ah, the wishbone," his father said, interrupting their interrogation of Ellie, much to her relief.

"I think Logan and Jennifer should get it," his mother remarked.

"No, really, I-" Jennifer responded, holding her hands up with a weak smile.

"You sure you don't want it so you can wish for grandkids?" Deidre asked before wilting under her brother's stare.  Jennifer laughed awkwardly beside him.

"Well..." his mother said lightly, pulling at the wishbone until he snatched it away from her.

"Here you go," Logan said evenly, facing his girlfriend with one end of the wishbone in his fingers. She took the other end and looked up at him, cocking her head.

He stared at her blue eyes, the curves of her cheeks and the dried, sharp tips of her hair and his heart ached once again.

I wish the next one I find will be loyal, he thought to himself as he began to pull the wishbone.  I just wish it had been you.

The bone snapped, leaving Logan with nearly the entire thing.  Jennifer glanced down at the tiny fragment hidden in the tips between her thumb and index finger.  She laughed and placed the sliver down on the edge of her plate.  When her phone buzzed, she nearly reached for it to turn it over.  She was right in the middle of a steamy conversation with Ted.  He knew she was with her boyfriend at his parent's house having dinner and that just seemed to egg him on.

She could still remember the thrill when he'd cornered her in the supply room after weeks of subtle flirting back and forth.  His rough hands tearing at her clothes while his lips pressed into hers and his fingers slipped down beneath her skirt.  Grinding his cock against her stomach before bending to bite at her neck while she moaned and wrapped a leg around him.

Two weeks ago, they'd taken the next step.  He'd knelt beneath the counter when they were alone with customers.  Hands gripping her thighs, he'd gone beneath her skirt to kiss her clit, sucking her panties into his mouth before pushing them aside to lick her while she took a customer's order with halting breath.

It was addicting.  Going home to her boyfriend knowing another man had put his mouth on her.  A secret hidden knowledge that left her wet enough that she'd stolen away to the bathroom to masturbate while sitting on the toilet and then again in bed after Logan had fallen asleep.

Even now, thinking of it made her nerves tremble and the hair stand on end all over her body.  She felt a strange pulsing ache wash from the back of her skull down over her nape as if fingers were clawing over her skin.  Her thighs rubbed together and she gasped but forced it into a quiet laugh to hide the strange intensity filling her body.  She felt overstimulated but it came in waves that slowly, slowly, slowly began to overlap with shortening refractory periods.

Head beneath her skirt.  Tongue lapping against her clit.  Licking.  Licking.  Licking.

Her own tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, undulating as she rubbed against the rough ridges at the front of her mouth to the smooth flesh at the back.

Black spots formed on the roof, starting as small specks before widening into irregular blobs.  Drool filled her mouth.  She swallowed and nearly gagged when her suddenly too-thick tongue pulled back to touch her uvula.  The tip flattened as it widened and a string of drool escaped the corner of her mouth to slide down to her chin.

Her scalp itched.  She raised a hand to scratch herself and her eyelids fluttered at the intense sensation when her nails dug into her skin.

Hairs stood on end along her body.  She shivered and bit back a moan when her clothes moved against her flesh.  A feverish heat washed through her body, spreading out from between her thighs and up until she was left clawing at her seat.  The simple touch of her clothes was almost too much to bear and the urge to rip it all off was overwhelming her.

Jennifer's tongue lay against her bottom teeth, the bulbous tip bouncing against her chin as she panted with her head bowed.  Sweat beaded over back.  A few drops were absorbed by her blouse but others fell, tracing erratic lines down her back until they were trapped by blonde hairs emerging from her pale, slick skin.  The hairs coiled when they pressed into her shirt, flattening against her body while a few found tiny gaps in the fabric, slipping through to stand tall against the cream colored blouse.

Her phone buzzed again.

Ted, she thought.  Remembering him kneeling before her.

Red touched her pale cheeks.  Fuzzy blonde hairs grew along the back of her jaw and up, surrounding her ears in a velvet soft carpet of gold and white fur.  The tips of her ears lengthened and bent, folding beneath her hair.

The memory of the man burned and she squirmed.  And whimpered quietly.  It was- it was-

Wrong, she thought and she whimpered again while casting a sideways glance at Logan.  Wrong and horrible.  What were you thinking?  Oh god.  You- you cheated on Logan!  He's been so fucking sweet to you but you- you- you cheated on him!

Her stomach twisted into knots while tears formed and she whined while scratching at her cheeks. Brown streaks rose in her blue eyes.  Tiny fracture lines appeared throughout her nostrils - red marks as if she were a drunkard but they soon faded to gray and then black.  The very tips of her ears flopped against the side of her face when she shook her head.

The heat remained despite her guilt and she could feel wetness touching the inside of her thighs.  She clenched, tensing the muscles within her pussy in an effort to ease the emptiness she felt.  Her heart thrummed while her nerves cried out to be touched and stroked and caressed.  She rocked slightly in her chair, back and forth, back and forth until she rested against the edge.  Bones shifted, pulled by moving ligaments that tightened and relaxed, raising her pussy until her clit rubbed against the edge of the chair.

"You alright?" Logan asked quietly, freezing her in place.

His concern made her heart skip a beat.  She half-turned, unwilling and unable to look directly at him with the guilt still filling her.  He was so incredibly handsome that she'd wondered what she'd ever seen in Ted in the first place.  She melted, leaning against Logan until he gently pushed her back into her seat.

How long has it been? she wondered, searching back through her memories until she found it - months ago, laying on her back as he kissed her and massaged her and whispered how much he loved her.  Oh, oh no.

She'd pictured Ted in his place at the time and, even then she'd just laid there until he'd mounted-  she shook her head and her ears flopped loosely beneath her hair.  Until he'd fucked her, holding her hands with his.  Excuses after excuses followed after that.

Why?  Why did I do that? she asked herself as she remembered all the times he'd tried to initiate.  Because of Ted?

Her stomach twisted painfully.  She felt physically ill at the thought of him.  At the thought of Ted touching her.  Flirting with her.  She would quit her job and beg for Logan's forgiveness and do whatever was necessary to fix their relationship.  As soon as they were done here.  As soon as they got into the car.

"I- I don't feel-" Jennifer said while pushing her chair back.  She stood and stumbled, caught off balance by the strange shift in her hips and the odd sensation of bones wiggling in her lower back.  Her toes throbbed painfully within her pumps and her ankles twisted awkwardly for a brief moment.  Skin flexed beneath her blouse, brushing against the fabric when her tail wagged.

A long, thin dark spot covered the crotch of her jeans.  Logan turned to watch his girlfriend walk towards the bathroom.  His hand rested against the fabric seat of her chair until he felt something wet touch his fingers.  He took his hand away and nearly sniffed it before remembering he wasn't alone.

Jennifer shoved the bathroom door and leaned over the counter.  Drool dripped from the tip of her tongue down to the sink.  She trembled and shivered and then growled, grabbing her blouse and pulling it away before throwing it into the bathtub to her side.

Soft blonde and cream hairs dotted her body.  She moaned and clawed a hand against her throat and down to her bra.  Her nipples pressed into the soft cups, hardened without the touch of a lover.  Throbbing with answering echoes along her belly.  She growled again and pulled, muscles straining in her thin arms as the metal clasps bent slowly until they snapped and her breasts shook against her body, skin brushing against the light dusting of fur.

Her phone clattered from her left hand.  She stared at it, confused for a moment until she snarled, tapping on the screen to wake it.  Drool raced down her chin before she swallowed.  Excess skin bunched over the slightly elongated bridge of her nose.  The dark, pebbled tips of her nostrils flexed as she angrily opened her text messages.

Nails cracked against the screen when they grew long and dense, curving away from the tips of her fingers.  Scratch marks appeared on the glass surface when the nails drew to dull black points.  Her fingers slid over the phone.  Fingerprints vanished when the skin tightened over bulbous calluses growing along the bottom of her fingers.  She growled and slowed, focusing as she typed a simple message.

Were don. Dont see me gain.  I quit, she huffed and snarled, flashing curved canines.

Who is this?  Logan?  Is this Logan?  Is this a joke? the answering text came.  She growled and clawed at the screen as if she could claw at Ted himself.

The door creaked open behind her.  Jennifer could feel her short tail curl down against her ass but her nose opened and she inhaled Logan's scent and the tail relaxed and began to wag.

"Hey, are you oka-mmph!" he gasped, cut off when she grabbed him and dragged him into the bathroom before shoving her tongue into his mouth.  She clawed at his shirt and pants while thrusting herself against him and then, finally, pulling him tight against her body with a muffled whimpering moan.  His cock hardened despite his feelings towards her.  "Jen- Jennifer- you have to-"

She knelt, hooking her claws into his zipper to pull it down while her other hand tore at his button.

"Hey!  You can't-!  We have to talk about-!  Oh gooood," he moaned when she pulled his cock free.  He slapped a hand against his mouth while looking back at the closed door.

Jennifer wasted no time in wrapping her tongue around his dick. Thick, clear slobber coated him as she pumped the base and licked him with sloppy, long strokes.

She paused, for just a second to sniff loudly at the precum welling from the tip of his cock.  It fell, sliding down his head until she licked at it and her mind melted from the taste.

Logan stared down at his suddenly enthusiastic girlfriend.  His heart raced and he gripped his fingers into her hair when she shoved her head down over his cock, taking him completely in her mouth for the first time in their relationship.  He felt her lips brush against his pubic hair and, when she stared up at him with her soft, brown eyes, he could see the lust she had for him.

"You- wait- wait, what the fuck?  Jennifer, what the-" she bounced her head back and forth while her wide tongue writhed against his cock.  The pleasure was immense but he stared at the exposed skin low on her back.  At the short, curved, fuzzy blonde tail slowly wagging left and right.  Thick fur spread in a wide swathe up beneath her blouse.  "Jennifer!  Something's-"

Silky skin brushed against Logan's fingers.  He jerked his hand back and then reached his fingers out to push her hair back.

"Oh fuck," he whispered while staring at her long, floppy ear.  It wavered as she jerked her head back and forth.  "Jennifer!  There's really something wr-mmmpph!"

She popped off his cock with a wet shlick before leaping up to wrap her arms around him and kiss him deeply once more.  Her tongue filled him until he thought he would gag from it and so, when she took one arm away, he pulled back from her.

Jennifer unbuttoned her jeans and shoved.  The smell of her pussy immediately filled the room.  He watched as she hooked thick fingers into the bands of her soaked panties.  Dense black padding bulged beneath her fingertips.  His mouth worked but no sounds came out as she slid the panties over her thighs, dragging her fingers through the blonde fur growing over her legs.

She turned and her tail, six inches long and completely covered in waving fur, curled up, pulling at her ass cheeks.  A wild tangle of clear cum connected from her pussy to the fur on her thighs and up to the base of her tail.

He stared at her, shocked at what he saw and his hand gripped his drool-covered cock.  Her labia were bright red and engorged.

"I- Jennifer, you-" he tried to say.  She whimpered and wiggled her ass and stared back at him.  He glanced up briefly to see the soft, short blonde fur covering her elongated face.  She bounced back, rubbing herself against his cock.  Heat radiated away from her pussy.  "I- I-"

Her puffy labia moved, pulled apart when her thin inner lips began to bulge.  He watched them move when she clenched and more cum dribbled from her lips.  She was panting and whimpering nonstop,  unable to contain herself as she offered her body to her mate.  Muscles spasmed suddenly throughout her back, rippling from her ass up to her shoulders as she was forced down until her hard, erect nipples pressed into the cold countertop.

Jennifer snarled.  Flesh, dotted with blonde hairs, bubbled around the toebox of her pumps.  She clenched her toes and her nails clawed against the soles as they strained over her feet.  The pink skin over her forefeet darkened to rose and then gray as it swelled and her shoes bent.  She kicked back, freeing her toes to stand on the balls of her feet.  Claws scratched against the tile floor.

"Prreeaassss," Jennifer begged, pushing herself back once more.

He looked back down to see her inner lips filling out.  Their edges became rounded and they pulled at her clit, dragging it up until the lips folded and bulged into a spade-like shape.

"Oh, fuck," Logan groaned.  He glanced back at the door and then leaned forward, watching the head of his cock press into her strange pussy lips.  Jennifer whimpered like a bitch in heat when he spread her open and she pushed back into him, forcing him inside.  "Oh, fuck, you're tighter than- fuck, Jennifer!"

He moved slowly, licking his lips while constantly looking over his shoulder.  His hands gripped her hips, pulling at the dense fur until he felt small bumps brush against his fingers.  He explored and she moaned when he played with her teats.  Logan squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the little nipples hardened at his touch.  Her pussy crushed him and nearly refused to let him pull out and she snarled and whined until he pushed back in.  Her tail brushed against his shirt when he leaned into her.

"Cum. Gonna.  Cum," she growled, shaking beneath him as he plunged into her.  "Good.  Feels.  Good.  Too good.  Logan Logan Logan Log-urk!"

He grabbed her muzzle, clamping his hand around her chin and nose to force it shut as she kicked and scratched the floor and shook against him.  Her pussy squeezed him over and over until he thought he'd cum despite not moving.  Her tongue lapped against his hand when it slipped past her clenched muzzle.  He moved again, still holding her muzzle shut with his other arm beneath her breasts, pounding into her with short movements.  She came again and then a third time, barely a few seconds later and it finally pushed him over the edge.

Jennifer slumped when she felt Logan's cum fill her pussy, hot and thick.  Her head swam.  When he swelled within, forcing his cum to drill into her, she clawed at the sink, scratching the marble surface as a powerful orgasm rippled through her.  Cum spurted out, coating the fur at the base of her tail and thighs and pussy.

"More more more" she gasped when he took his hand away.

"No, Jennifer, no, we have to- oh fuck, no, Jennifer!" she rocked back and reached behind to pull him into her but he stepped away and leaned into the wall, panting and staring at his girlfriend as she slowly slid to the floor with her ass raised.  His cum dribbled from her swollen pussy.  She jerked and whined and then turned herself, huffing and sniffing and leaning towards the puddle of cum on the floor.

"No!  Stop!" he hissed, reaching for the scruff of her neck when she started to lap at the cum.  She whined and looked at him with pitiful, needy eyes and her ears pulled back.  He licked his lips, glanced at the door and squatted next to her.  "There's- Jennifer, you're- You-"

His mind raced.  He had no idea what to tell her.

"We have to go home," he said.  She smiled and her tail wagged.  When he tried to continue, she took the opportunity to lick his mouth until he gently pushed her away.  "No, okay, stop, we have to- Jennifer, no!  Stop!"

She whined and bowed her head at his stern voice.  He stood and pulled his pants and underwear back up.

"Okay, we have to get you dressed," he continued.  "You stay.  Stay!"

The command word made him feel guilty, but she froze in place and watched as he retrieved her blouse.  She bit at it when he pulled it over her head and then whined and struggled as he settled it in place.  When he fixed her hair over her ears, she licked his palm and her massive tail thumped against the floor.

Her panties caught against her fur and he paused to fold toilet paper to place against her pussy to soak up their cum before tugging her panties in place.

"Alright, stand up," he said.  She cocked her head and panted and whined, scratching at his pants and squeezing his still hard cock with the padding covering her hands and fingers.  "Come on, stand up."

She did, finally, raising up to her forefeet.  They danced in a circle as he pulled at her pants and she licked his face and neck and chin when he fought with her tail to hold it down against her legs.  Her unbuttoned pants hung low on her hips with her trapped tail squiggling within.

Finally, he cleaned the floor with more toilet paper and then grabbed her half-broken cellphone.

"Okay, okay," he said.  He scratched his face and then idly scratched Jennifer's head when she pressed herself against him.  "Okay, we'll have to go quickly.  We can go through the kitchen and bypass the dining room.  Just stay next to me and hold my hand."

Her paw enveloped his hand with her claws gently pressing into his skin.  He opened the door and they slid out with her claws click-clacking against the floor as they hustled through the house.

"Jennifer's not feeling well so we're going to leave!" he called out as they raced through the kitchen.

"Oh no!" his mother said loudly.  He heard chairs scrape the floor so he tugged Jennifer to make her move faster.  "Let me at least send you with some food and say good-"

"No, she's, uhh, you know, threw up and doesn't really want anyone to see her.  Right now.  Love you!" Logan yelled as he opened the front door.

They ran to the car and Jennifer hugged herself against Logan's back while licking his hair as he unlocked the door.

"In- get- Jennifer- get- come on get in the car!" he hissed while shoving her as gently as he could.  When he finally wrangled her inside, he buckled her in, closed the door and raced to the driver's seat.  The car was barely started before he shifted into reverse and it slammed over the curb while grazing his parent's mailbox.

"The fuck," Logan cursed.  His heart pounded within his chest.  "What the fuck.  What the- Jennifer!"

She'd unbuckled herself and bent to lick at his crotch while whining and pawing at his pants.  He tried to push her back but she growled and worked faster, unzipping him by accident and nearly tearing his pants when she unbuttoned him.

"Ohhhhhh goddammit," he cursed again as she licked him from base to tip, over and over until his cock was clean.  Her warm mouth suckled from his dick when she took it into her muzzle.  The car swerved slightly until he focused on driving.

It took effort to pry Jennifer from his dick when they arrived home but he persevered despite her sad whines.  When he dragged her back into their house, she tackled him and mounted him, grinding against his dick until he relented and helped pull his pants down.  They fucked in the entryway and then the living room and the hallway and, eventually, the bedroom until Logan found himself unable to get hard again.  His cock hurt for the first time in his life.

Jennifer wiggled around him.  They lay together on the floor by the bed.  She rolled over to his side and then up against his chest and then over to his other side before shoving into him with her arm possessively around his chest.  Eventually, her relaxed snores filled the room.

"The fuck," Logan cursed again.  He stared at the ceiling, trapped by Jennifer's legs coiled around him and her arm holding him tight even while she breathed deeply.  Her fur was thick enough along her belly that it hid her breasts completely but he could still feel their softness against his side.  One of her teats rubbed into him every time she inhaled.  "The fuck."

Morning light surprised Logan.  He couldn't remember falling asleep at all.  Jennifer still lay beside him, but she was completely human.  Blonde hairs littered their carpet.

When she woke, she cried, telling him she'd cheated on him while begging for his forgiveness.  She swore it was over, swore she was going to quit and break off contact with Ted.  She talked and cried until her voice gave out and they were forced to get water.

Along the way to the kitchen, she froze and leaned into the wall when the memory of the night before slammed into her.  She collapsed and stuttered and nuzzled into him when he lay with her, telling her it wasn't a dream when she kept babbling about what had happened.  Even with his assurances, she refused to believe him, thinking it was some cruel joke despite the clear memory of looking down at her changed body in the bathroom.  Memories that faded until she remembered nothing after he had joined her.

He spoke of forgiveness and counseling and they spent the day talking about their relationship and what was needed to mend it.  She began scratching herself after they sat down to eat pizza together later in the evening.  Just after the first slice, she started grinding against the floor where they sat together and he looked up to see a different kind of hunger painting her face as her tongue bounced against her chin.

"It's- it's happening," she moaned.  "I- I- I can feel it.  I'm- I'm so hot, Logan.  You don't- you don't- don't know what it's- my body is on fire.  I- I need to-"

She snarled and tore at her clothing, stripping in front of him to show patches of blonde fur covering her back and stomach.

"I can't- I can't-" she groaned, staring at him while rubbing her fingers frantically against her clit and pussy.  "Fuck- fuck me- before- before I lose myself- please- please!"

She howled when he spread her open and he felt her pussy changing around his cock as he plunged deep inside.  After her first three orgasms, she rolled to her stomach and then up, arching her back with her ass raised and her short tail curving up.

"I'm- yours.  Yours.  Your.  Good girl.  Yours," she mumbled while shoving back towards him over and over.  Her voice dropped to a piteous repetitive whine.  "Please. Please.  Please.  Pleassss."

He fucked her from behind, pushing as deep as he could while marveling over her changed body.  It was fascinating, but, having watched her change, he found himself growing strangely aroused at the thought of fucking her in her new body.  It was alluring and sexy and he'd never felt himself as hard as he was now, with his fist twined in the thick fur on the back of her neck and his other hand gripping the base of her tail.  She howled and bucked and spasmed on his cock while sweat rolled down his body.

When they'd talked, she'd be honest and open and in pain from how she'd treated him.  He'd believed her and had even forgotten about what had happened the night before as they made plans together.  He should be shocked at what was happening to her.  Appalled and disgusted.

Her ears bounced and flopped as she shoved herself back into him, thick fur waving with every motion.

Instead, he found himself still hard even after cumming and he purposefully pulled out of her to sit back and watch as she eagerly cleaned him and then climbed on top for more, grinding herself against his cock while growling, lost to the animal as she tried to impale herself on his dick.

He wondered if she would remember in the morning.  He wondered what she would be like when they made love as humans.  And he wondered if she would whine for him when he told her to get on her hands and knees like a good girl.

As she finally pushed her pussy down over the head of his cock, he resolved himself to find out and explore her boundaries to see just how far she had changed.

The next day, she begged him to set up a camera to record her changing.  To record them having sex as she turned.  She masturbated to it the day after that until her pussy was creamy with her cum and she was whining in time with the dog girl bouncing on her boyfriend's cock on the television.  He told her to go to all fours with her ass raised to masturbate while he watched and she'd leapt to obey, screaming as she squirted from the intensity of the orgasm.  She'd begged him to fuck her like a bitch and he'd joined in, pounding her from behind.

Barely a month later, she took him out on her birthday and shyly held his hand while walking through a store specializing in leather.  She asked him to pick out a collar for her.  After paying for it, she slipped it on, too eager to wait until they were home.  Her face burned as she wore it in public, but she danced away from him further along the sidewalk and then bent, looking over her shoulder while pulling at her skirt to show her bare, glistening pussy.  They fucked in the back seat of his car with her straddling his lap.  She trembled and stuttered and lost herself when he called her his good girl and then screamed when he latched the leash he'd purchased onto the ring on her collar, holding it in a tight fist as she bounced on his dick.  When she came, she squirted, spraying his chest.

Still human, hours away from changing, she bent down to lick his face and mouth and lips.  That, combined with her rocking hips and tight pussy pushed him over the edge.  She growled, kissed his lips and milked him until it was too much and she trembled with another orgasm.

Afterwards, she slid off of him with a hissing sigh.  She sat beside him with her bare ass raised and she growled happily while licking his cock and legs clean before glancing up and sticking her tongue out to show that she'd swallowed all of it.  He stroked her and called her a good girl and she'd moaned and touched herself, unable to hold back after hearing the words.  He tugged on her leash and whispered fiercely to her, telling her how he couldn't wait to see her changing, turning into his bitch that night.  She collapsed and kicked the door from an immense orgasm, but he continued, telling her how he'd take her from behind on all fours with her fur against his body and her tail wagging.

Jennifer sucked his cock the entire ride home.  When they parked, she stepped out and dropped to her knees while holding her leash, handing it to him when he approached and then going to all fours to 'walk' beside him with cum dribbling down her legs.  They slept with her curled up on a custom dog bed until she felt the start of her changes.  The howls from her subsequent orgasms caused a chain reaction from the neighborhood dogs until they finally passed out, late into the night and temporarily satiated.

Their counselor was amazed at the progress they made and Logan couldn't help but smile over at Jennifer while patting her thigh and saying, quite clearly, that it was because Jennifer was such a good girl.  They fucked in the nearby bathroom directly after their session when Jennifer dragged him in and shoved his hand between her thighs to show how wet he'd made her.

Life, Logan decided on the car ride home with Jennifer giving him a slow handjob, was going pretty fucking well after all.

He couldn't wish for more.