Hair Of The Dog Ch. 01

From the snippet requests a month ago. Splitting it up since it was taking longer than I'd wanted.  

This is loosely based off of a great piece of art from Kari here:  https://www.furaffinity.net/view/26977280/

A quiet, quick knock sounded against the door right before it opened.  Chloe pressed her hands against her knees while sitting up straight.  Her doctor walked in with a smile.

"Hey there, Chloe, I'm Dr. Eiler," he told her.

He held a clipboard in one hand and a small metal case in the other.  She felt her heart skip a beat when she stared at his face.  His 5 o'clock shadow was perfectly trimmed and his brilliant green eyes shined when he stared at her.  He was thin but it matched his slight frame.

Dr. Eiler switched his case to the hand holding the clipboard before grabbing the rolling stool set in front of the computer cart on the side of the room.  He kicked his feet to pull himself closer to her and, even seated, they were the same height.

"I already have your chart and I've gone over your information," he said.

He reached gently towards her to brush his fingers through her thin hair.  And then down to gently touch and pull the skin beneath her eyes.  Skin flaked away at his touch.

"You don't have a history of depression?" he asked her while spinning backwards towards the cart.  He tapped a few keys on the keyboard and then more when he was logged in.

"No, it's- it's just recently," she told him.  "And it's not bad.  I'm just tired.  And I don't feel like doing anything.  And then I've been feeling bad because I put on weight and I don't have the energy to exercise or anything."

"Mmhmm," he muttered, typing while she spoke.  "And your parents?"

"They- they passed when I was young," she answered.  "My grandparents raised me but they- they also- after I graduated high school."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Chloe," Dr. Eiler said.  He turned from the computer and laid his hand briefly on her arm.  The non-professional contact felt strange after all the poking and prodding she'd already received before his arrival.  "Well, I don't want to promise any miracles but you're the perfect candidate for a new drug that's just entering the market.  The results have been pretty incredible so far."

"Is it covered by my insurance?" she asked nervously.

"Well, that's the thing: it's free," he said.  "In fact, we'll pay you.  It's in clinical trials right now."

"I'm- I'm not sure I'm ready to be a test subject," she told him.

"That is, of course, entirely up to you," he said, nodding as if it were expected.  "However, there've been no negative side effects from our past subjects."

"Really?" she asked.  Her blue eyes brightened and her slouching back straightened again.

"Yes, really," he said with a smile.  "The worst thing that can happen is nothing.  It will either work or nothing will happen.  And, really, so far our success rate has been 100%."

"Wow," Chloe exclaimed.  "That's incredible."

"It is," Dr. Eiler told her and his smile widened.  "It really is."

"W- well, I think I'd like to sign up," she said after some thought.  "It's really difficult to deal with everything when I feel like this."

"Excellent, Chloe!  That's good, that's good," he flipped through his clipboard while speaking until he pulled out several pages.  "All you have to do is fill out these two pages where I've highlighted the sections and then we can get you started with your first shot."

"H- how many shots will there be?" she asked timidly.  "I'm- I don't like shots."

"You won't even feel it," he assured her.  "It's very small.  Trust me.  I'll give you one shot today and then, three days later, I'll have you in for another physical and, if things look good, I'll give you a second shot.  After that, I'll send you home with two doses that you'll administer yourself."

"I don't know if I can give myself a shot," Chloe said. She reared back in horror at the thought of it but he reached out again, this time with his hand briefly touching her knee.

"Really, you'll have to trust me, Chloe," he told her.  "You'll be surprised at how easy it is.  You'll even come to look forward to it after how good you feel!"

"O- okay, I- I can try," she said.

She took the clipboard and the pen he offered.  Although she glanced at the words, she didn't bother trying to decipher the heavy medical terms and, instead, simply signed and checked everywhere that was marked.

"Excellent, excellent," Dr. Eiler said when she handed the clipboard back.  "Now, just look straight ahead and I'll get you started."

He raised the sleeve of her t-shirt and the cold sting of the alcohol wipe made her shiver.  The blonde tips of her short hair quivered when she tensed the tendons in her neck.  Her eyes focused on the wall while she breathed through her nose, waiting for the inevitable pinching sting of the shot.

"Done," Dr. Eiler said.  "Now, tell me you felt that."

"I didn't!" Chloe said happily.  She glanced at her arm as he placed the bandaid but she couldn't even see where the injection site was.

"I told you so," he said, grinning.  He winked and then pushed back.  "That's it!  You're all set until the next time.  My receptionist will make your follow-up appointment and I'll see you in three days."

Chloe slid from the exam table while Dr. Eiler held the door for her.  She whispered a stuttering 'thank you' before stepping into the hallway and turning a few times to remember which way to go.

"First hallway on your left and then the first door on your left," Dr. Eiler said.  "Can't miss it."

"Th- thank- thank you again," Chloe said.

"Oh, Chloe," he called out when she turned.  "I said there were no side effects but you may come down with a slight fever.  It should pass quickly, but you can take something to bring your temperature down if it makes you uncomfortable."

She scuttled away in embarrassment after nodding silently with her eyes locked onto the exit sign.  The recessed door swung easily when she pushed against it and the sight of the empty waiting area finally allowed her to relax.  The receptionist slid a card towards her when she stepped up to the window.

"Here's your appointment card," the young woman said.  "And I've included the doctor's contact information in case of emergencies."

"Thank you," Chloe said.  She took the card and placed it in her purse.

"You'll be receiving your first check from the trial in about a week," the receptionist said.

"Oh.  Oh, neat, thank you so much,"  Chloe told her.  "I really appreciate it."

"Take care, hon," the lady said.  "We'll see you in a few days."

Chloe stepped out beneath the warm sun.  A few white clouds, with gray clouds in the distance, filled the sky but the sun was clear and she looked up at it with her eyes closed to let it soak into her.  She sighed.  Her shoulders slumped.  She could still feel life wearing her down but the thought of something helping her or even completely fixing the issue gave her a small bit of hope.

---

She felt it later that night, an hour before her bedtime as she lay on the couch beneath her blankets watching Parks and Rec for the hundredth time.  It began slowly enough that she didn't notice it at first.  Her slow, steady breathing increased incrementally.  It formed as a spike within her throat that made her swallow and shove her face against her pillow, nosing against it when the hairs lifted from her nape and down, preceding the warmth that centered over her spinal column.  It spread in a ponderous motion like an animal struggling against the ground, clawing forward with one trembling, reaching arm after another.

Chloe gasped and shoved, raising her shoulders with her face down.  Eyes closed.  Lips a hard line while breathing through her nose.  The tips of her pixie cut flattened and scraped with the muted sound of sand scraping through an hourglass as she rolled her head.  She hummed a continuous tone on the tipping edge of a moan.  Her shoulder blades flexed and rolled until the heat spread to the middle of her back.

"Mmmmm... god!" Chloe shouted, raising her hips with her chest lifted and a pronounced curve from her neck to her trembling waist.

She collapsed and mewled, spreading her thighs with her ass still in the air.  The heat wasn't physical.  She expected to start sweating but it was completely internalized and the lack of an external outlet only served to worsen the effect.  With nowhere to go, it looped within her, waves crashing from the base of her skull to her tailbone until it dissolved to leave it floating within her hips.  Back and forth, back and forth.  Not enough to be painful.  Not enough to make her want to call the doctor.

The very idea of calling in made her grip her pillow hard around her head.  She could never tell him about it.  On rebound, the heat splashed into her skull - changing, tweaking, adjusting subtle pathways.  Her eyelids fluttered while her ass bounced invitingly.

Chloe twisted.  Her legs kicked while she wrestled with the blanket until she kicked it from the couch.  The dialogue from the television melted away.  Red fog filled her living room, concealing everything until her own sudden, undeniable desires became her entire world.  She shoved her pillow beneath her, pushing and pushing while panting with her left hand latched to the arm of the couch.

She gripped her thighs against the pillow while shoving her ass down.  Grinding her clit into the pillow without rhythm.   No fantasy filled her mind.  She'd masturbated sporadically in the past, often with simple, unimaginative scenarios but no such thought was currently being entertained.  Pure lust consumed her.  She worked her hips inexpertly.  Gasping.  Moaning.  Thrusting back and forth in a crazed effort to take the edge off of the feverish heat filling her.

"God! God! Oh, God!  Yes! God, yes yes yes, God! YES!" Chloe screamed.  Her eyes were wide.  Pupils dilated.  Staring far into the distance, one hand down to the cushions with the other still latched onto the arm of the couch to anchor her while grinding.  Drool overwhelmed her mouth to course down along the edge of her tongue where it lay against her bottom lip.

The girl whined and the sound repeated as words fled her lips.  Her conscious thoughts were withdrawing, burning away while her ears filled with roaring static.

Chloe's pajama bottoms, soaked from her arousal, clung to her pussy.  Wet streaks marked the pillow beneath her.  Her swollen labia pushed against her panties and pajamas until they were visible beneath her clothes.  Drool fell beneath her before her tongue licked her lips.  Her voice rose higher and higher, continuously whining as her orgasm drew closer.

"Ahhhn!" Chloe sharply barked out when she finally pushed herself over the edge.

Shivering.  Shaking.  Trembling.  She collapsed and kicked her leg while squeezing the pillow even tighter.  And then twisting, slipping her legs from beneath the pillow and bending to sit up.  Bending further, sniffing and snuffling until she almost reached her crotch.  Her tongue lashing out but falling short while she whined piteously.

She tore at the seat of her pajamas, clawing with her nails until they caught and ripped a small hole.  Her fingers worked at the tear, widening it until her thighs and crotch were bare.  She shoved her panties aside to drag her palm and fingers against her pussy before bringing her hand to her mouth to lick them clean.  And again, shoving her hand down, slapping her puffy labia while scooping the cum from her hidden inner lips and then up once more to lap it all up with long strokes of her tongue until her cheeks and nose and lips glistened.

Exhaustion settled into her limbs.  Her eyelids drooped.  She turned and pulled her knees to her stomach with her arms against her legs and her head tucked down.  Sleep followed soon after.

Chloe woke to birds singing outside her apartment.  Sunlight glowed from the bottom of the curtains.  She listened to the surprisingly loud trilling outside while trying to ignore the throbbing need between her thighs.  Her faint reflection stared back at her from the black television screen.  Gaps filled her memory of the night before but she could still remember bits and pieces and it made her blush furiously.

Finally unable to ignore it any longer, she rolled from her side to her back. She reached down to rub her clit through her pajama bottoms but gasped when her fingers touched her bare pussy instead.  The girl turned her face to the cushions while exploring herself.  Her labia were fleshy and warm to the touch, far more swollen than they'd been before.  She gripped and pulled at the skin and moaned.  They were already coated and slick and she loved the way they felt.

She squeezed herself, kneading her labia with a happy little gasp until she needed more.  Chloe slipped her two middle fingers into her waiting pussy in order to finger herself and the other two fingers pressed into her outer lips.  She stroked herself while pushing the butt of her palm against the hood partially covering her exposed clit.

A quiet whining filled the living room but she was too inwardly focused to notice that she was the one who made the sound.  She slid her hand up to rub her clit and her legs scissored back and forth until her inner thighs were coated in her clear cum.  The sensation proved too much to contain.  Her whines ceased when she opened her mouth.  She panted while spreading her legs, eager for the oncoming orgasm.

Short blonde hairs emerged from the crease in her thigh, spreading slowly until they touched the base of her labia.  They continued down, trailing inward to surround her asshole and further between her cheeks until they reached her sacral dimple.  Once there, they grew thicker until the skin was hidden behind soft blonde fur.  More hairs grew up around her clit, slowing when they reached her mons. With every new row they shortened until they were no more than stubble scratching against her palm.

Flesh gathered at the base of her hood in wrinkled layers that were pushed forward toward the smooth nub of her clit until it was hidden away beneath bulbous skin.  Her brow creased and she whimpered at the sudden drop in sensation.  Yet she continued rubbing, pushing against her clit with her fingers rubbing the hood surrounding it.  Faster and harder until she felt the sweet release and her gasping, needy voice cried out in a high pitched whine.

She shuddered while sliding her legs out with her hand curved down against her pussy as the muscles clenched within.

"Haaaaah," Chloe sighed when her body relaxed.  Once more she brought her hand to her face to lick her fingers and palm clean with loud 'schlick' sounds.

Finally, Chloe pushed herself up.  At some point in the night, she'd pulled the blanket but on the couch but she pushed it aside now and then, with a rueful shake of her head, stripped out of her ruined pajama bottoms.  Her panties followed, soaked as they were, with the girl sliding them down her legs until she stepped out of them.  She tossed them into a hamper just inside her bedroom before walking her pajamas over to the trashcan in the kitchen.

It was the first time she'd been naked outside of her own bathroom or bedroom.  The thought of it didn't cross her mind as she continued on to the bathroom while scratching the stubble covering her mound.

Chloe's toothbrush vibrated in her mouth as she paced.  The rotating bristles lanced into her gums with a sharp, unpleasant feeling that made her pull the toothbrush away.  She spat into the sink and sighed when she saw the blood mixed with the clear saliva.  Her finger explored the gums around her cuspids as she leaned over the sink to stare at them.  There was a gap around all four of her canines and the gums were inflamed.

I should make another dentist appointment, she thought as she resumed brushing her teeth.  It's been a little over a year now.

She masturbated again that afternoon and once more before bed.  When she woke Sunday morning, she found herself grinding into her tangled blanket and she continued after a brief pause until she was whimpering and twisting from a powerful orgasm.  More followed as she lazed in bed for several hours, basking in the pleasures of her heat.

---

Chloe sat in the empty waiting room at the doctor's office.  She pressed her thighs together to feel her soft, warm labia.  Her fingers clenched against her shorts.  They barely came down to the middle of her thighs and she struggled to keep her hands away from them, pulling them against her crotch until her pussy was outlined for all to see.

She'd masturbated just an hour before her appointment, in the bathroom at work.  Despite wiping her cum away and licking her hands clean - and making a circuit of her mouth with her tongue, she swore she could smell her pussy.  Worse, the scent riled her up even as she worried others would notice.

"Chloe?" a voice called from an open door to the side.

Suddenly, beyond her own body odor, was the faint smell of meat and spices.  A hint of deliciousness that made drool fill her mouth.

"Yes, here," Chloe answered after swallowing.  She stood while tugging at her shorts to try to pull them away from her crotch.

The scent of meat was stronger within the halls in the back.  She licked her lips, breathed deeply and grinded her teeth together before realizing the other woman was waiting for her beside one of the open examination rooms.

"Sorry!"  Chloe said.  She rushed forward and into the room, nodding when the woman informed her that someone else would be with her shortly.  Another woman came in but gave no name.  Chloe followed the woman's prompts as she checked her biometrics.  When the woman was finished, she simply left the room without another word.

A polite but quick knock preceded the door opening.  The smell of meat and spices suddenly intensified.  Dr. Eiler entered with a warm smile and Chloe sat up straighter while smiling back at him but her nails tore through the thin sheet on the exam table when she breathed deeply.

"Good afternoon, Chloe," Dr. Eiler said.  As before he carried a clipboard and a case containing a syringe.  "How are you feeling today?"

The question surprised her.  Not that he'd asked her but that she hadn't found herself dwelling on being tired or just generally run down.  Now that she was looking inward, she realized she was tired, but mostly from masturbating so much - including late into the night.  A fact she would never share.

"Pretty good, actually!" Chloe answered.  "A nap sounds great but I've had more energy lately.  I even did my dishes this morning and I cooked a little bit."

"Fantastic, that's great news," Dr. Eiler told her.

He sat on the stool in the corner of the room and then pulled himself over to her.  As before, his face was level with hers despite how much higher she sat.  He reached forward with one hand touching her chin gently while the other rested against the back of her head.  With a little pressure, he tilted her head forward.  She could feel the tip of his finger pulling strands of her hair aside.

She wriggled under his touch while her hands clenched against the table.  His fingernails were lightly scratching her head and it felt surprisingly good.

"It's a little too early to tell and I don't want you to get too excited but I think we're already seeing some additional hair growth," he told her.

"Really?!" Chloe exclaimed with her head still bowed.

"Well, like I said, don't get too excited," he told her.

His fingers purposefully scratched against Chloe's scalp now that he was done checking her hair growth.  She gasped but bit her lip to keep her mouth closed and still her back spasmed, arching as if strings were pulled tight around her spine.  An ex-boyfriend of hers had tried to give her head massages but she'd never really enjoyed them.  Now, as Dr. Eiler scratched from the front of her head to the back, she found herself trembling.  When he pulled his hand away, she moved to follow it before leaning back in confusion.

"It's just an informal observation at this point," he told her, apparently oblivious to the effect he had on her.

She sat up straight once more.  Blood rushed to her cheeks.  Her panties were warm and wet against her inner thighs.  When Dr. Eiler looked down at his clipboard, she took a chance to quickly glance down at herself.

Her labia were swollen, pulling her shorts tight enough to show a deep indentation between the engorged flesh.  Worse, just before closing her legs she noticed a dark spot in the center of the crotch.

"Now, then," Dr. Eiler said just as he looked up from his clipboard.  His pen tapped against the hard surface.  "Have you noticed any side effects from the shot?"

"N- No," she lied.

Chloe's pupils dilated and she licked her lips.  She hated to lie to him but the thought of mentioning her increased libido was even worse.  And, besides, she was certain that it wasn't exactly a side effect.  At least not directly due to the shot.  Instead, it was more because she was feeling better.  She had more energy and that included a renewed, reinvigorated libido.  And yet, as she tried to think back, she couldn't ever remember masturbating as much as she had recently.

I'm just catching up, that's all, she told herself.

"There- there was a bit of a fever, maybe?" she added in order to hide her lie.  "But, really, nothing much more than a little h- heat."

Her cheeks flushed red at the word.  She wiggled a little in her seat while looking down and her breathing quickened.  It was back again.  Building since she'd sat in the waiting room and rising to a crescendo when the doctor scratched her head.  Her skin felt alive.  Nerves strumming below her flesh.  Aching to be touched.  Caressed.  Stroked.

"But no discomfort or any other symptoms?" he asked.

He pulled himself nearer to the table until his knees touched the edge with her right leg centered between them.  The delicious aroma from earlier was stronger.

Chloe sniffed twice, quickly, before leaning forward to lick the corner of the doctor's lips in a long stroke from just above his chin to his nose.  And then again, more centered on his mouth.  He pulled back from her slowly without changing his expression and she suddenly came back to herself to realize what she'd done.

"Oh!  Oh my god!  I can't-!  I'm so sorry!  I can't-  I'll- Ihavetogo," she finished in a rush while pushing herself up.

"Stay," Dr. Eiler said calmly with his hand resting just above Chloe's knee.  She froze in place and lowered herself back to the table.  "Chloe, stay, it's okay.  These things happen sometimes.  I'm sure the gyro I had for lunch didn't help!  It's perfectly natural, isn't it?  Just a way of greeting someone and catching up with them to see what they've been up to."

"No, I- I- I-" she tried to say but she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.  Instead, she fidgeted while staring down at her fingers twisting together in her lap.  She could clearly taste the cumin and thyme along with the lamb and the sharp tzatziki sauce.  Beyond that was the faint taste of toothpaste and aftershave or shaving cream - she couldn't decide which.

Chloe's heart raced.  She could feel the drum-like beat in her cheeks and temples as she continued to avoid looking at the doctor.  Goosebumps rose over her body.  Her fingers clenched together.  Blood drained away to show pale white skin, but she couldn't stop herself from shivering.  She reached back, eyes still locked to her lap, to scratch the back of her neck.  A single blonde hair grew around her questing fingers.

"Here," he said and his voice was an anchor she latched onto in order to help calm herself.  She watched him open the small case in order to retrieve the syringe.   "Let's just get your second dose ready so you can get on with your day.  I'm sure you must be busy."

"Yeah, okay," she told him.  Her voice stuck in her throat, hoarse and dry.  She closed her eyes while steadying her breathing as he lifted the sleeve of her shirt to wipe her skin down.

"All done, that's a girl," Dr. Eiler said.

Chloe peeked over at her arm just as the doctor pulled the seal from a bandaid to cover the injection site.

"Th- thank you," she stuttered.  Her ears burned but Dr. Eiler reached up to scratch her head and she leaned into it with a sigh.

"Now, the fever may become a little more intense," Dr. Eiler warned her.  "And you may find yourself restless or a little, well, out-of-sorts but, again, it should be limited and brief.  You have my card so please don't hesitate to contact me if you experience anything more severe.  I'm available at any time."

"I- I will," she said.

Chloe looked up at the doctor with a shy smile.  She felt much better than she had a few minutes ago as her brain reconciled the embarrassing situation with strong new instincts.  The shame was gone, replaced by an eagerness to see how much better she'd feel after the second shot.

"Now, a present for you," the doctor said.

"I like presents!" Chloe shouted in excitement.  She smiled, her lips pulling back with the tip of her tongue touching her bottom teeth while eyes widened.  As Dr. Eiler reached into the pocket of his coat, she reached up to scratch the side of her head.

The folded skin around her ears unfurled, flexing and popping until they were flat.  The very tips bowed slightly, curling under their own weight.  Narrow blonde hairs pierced the inside of her ears.  They spread - a fine fuzzy carpet that buried her skin until it reached the edges.  The progression slowed while the hairs grew more scattered and longer.  They shined, glossy and gold until they reached the base of her ears.  Her left leg kicked in a cycling motion with her heel bouncing against the base of the table as he continued to scratch.  More hairs slipped through her skin, raising and shifting as they grew down from her ears to the base of her jaw.

"A treat for being such a good girl," Dr. Eiler said.

A heart-shaped dog treat, brown and speckled with black, lay in the palm of his head.  It's scent was hidden beneath the more powerful aroma of his gyro until he pulled it from his pocket.  Now she could smell it's sharp, tangy scent and she shoved her face into his hand, snatching it with her teeth before sitting back.  She chewed quickly and swallowed and then leaned forward again before he could take his hand.  Her tongue dragged against his palm to clean the crumbs away until he laughed and pulled it away.

"You'll need to take the last two shots three days apart," he told her.  "We'll see you a week from today - the day after your last shot - for your final evaluation.  My receptionist will have everything waiting for you at the front desk."

Chloe jumped down from the table while Dr. Eiler stood up.  She smiled at him and walked out into the hallway, eager to be outside in the sun.

When she pushed through the door leading to the waiting room, a new scent hit Chloe hard enough to stagger her.  She growled, swallowed and inhaled while her eyelids fluttered.  Her arousal, dampened slightly towards the end of her examination, returned in force.

A young black woman sat alone in the waiting room. She stared at Chloe with large, intense brown eyes before standing suddenly.  Chloe whined.  As the other woman approached, Chloe backed away but found herself scenting the air and moaning quietly.  The other girl was beautiful with a spray of sable hairs over her brow and her full, red lips with caramel hairs beneath her coal-black nose.  Chloe whined again and trembled in place with her hands against the wall behind her.  Dark hairs stood out against the other girl's shoulders and up to the delicate curve of her neck.

The other woman stepped up to her without a word.  She was taller, standing on the balls of her feet with thick, padded toes splayed on her wide paws.  Her soft cheek brushed against Chloe's cheek as she bent to sniff, huffing with little puffs of her sweet, warm breath.  The girl's nose touched Chloe's earlobe.  She raised her head, rubbing their cheeks together before trailing down to press her lips against Chloe's neck.  Inhaling once more.  The soft curly hairs from the girl's short afro brushed against Chloe's nose and brow and ears and cheeks and she groaned loudly.

Chloe's nails scored the wall behind her.  Her fingers ached, throbbing with dull pain as keratin grew around the bones beneath.  Layers upon layers forming until they connected to her fingernails and continued, forcing them forward into wide, sharp tips that tore paint from the walls.  A faint gray tinge showed through her clear claws.

The other woman's top lip dragged against Chloe's skin and she whined piteously.  The woman's hands suddenly gripped her side with black claws digging into her skin.  The sensation forced Chloe to gasp.  Whether from need or the sharpness of the claws, she couldn't decide.

A low, hungry growl vibrated the other woman's throat.  Chloe moaned and shivered.  The hands holding her so tightly pulled and pushed, turning her until she faced the wall and then they dragged her down down down until she was on her hands and knees.

Chloe looked back over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes.  Her tongue hung from her mouth, bouncing against her bottom lip as she panted freely in a futile attempt to control her racing heart.  The loose tail bone surged within her hips, thrusting and shoving against the muscles surrounding it.  Soft cartilage formed at the tip of the bone before ossifying.  More cartilage developed and it pushed against the skin above her ass cheeks in a wave-like rhythm until layers of calcium and phosphate salts encased the cartilage cells, hardening as the old cells died and blood vessels squirmed through the pockets they left behind.  The process continued until the segmented tip of her tail forced itself up against her body, wrapped in stretching skin.  It wagged slowly before lifting in a short, straight line that pulled at her ass.  Her panties tightened, folding between her labia in a thin line.

The other woman growled and moaned and shoved her face into Chloe's crotch, forcing Chloe forward until she clenched her fingers into the short carpet below her.  Her claws held her in place while the girl rubbed her nose up and down between Chloe's fleshy, engorged labia.

"Yessssssss," Chloe moaned, rocking back with her eyes closed.  She could feel the woman breathing in her scent.  Memorizing her smell.

A faint coldness touched the inside of Chloe's thighs.  She quivered and then moaned again when the woman's fur dragged against her bare skin.  Sharp teeth bit into the seat of her shorts and her panties, tugging and pulling to force them aside.

Chloe whined loudly while raising her ass.  Drool coursed down her tongue as it lengthened and the narrow tip pulled wide into a rounded, bulbous point that folded, severing a string of hanging drool.  She licked at her nose and shoved, eager to feel the woman's tongue against her pussy.

"Now, now, you two, break it up," a voice said above them.

A firm hand gripped the nape of their necks, pulling them apart.  The two girls whined but obeyed, separating and standing.  Chloe hung her head with her cheeks bright red.  The blonde fur at the corner of her jaw was spreading - hairs sprouting one at a time, almost half a minute apart as they worked their way to her chin.  The other woman simply studied her without shame.  She reached forward to caress Chloe's cheek and Chloe leaned into the leathery padding on her palm.

"I'm Kiara," the woman said.  She pulled her hand away.

"I- I'm- I'm Chloe," Chloe replied, sighing softly  with a quick glance at the retreating receptionist's back.

"Let me give-" Kiara started to say.

"Can I have your-" Chloe blurted at the same time.

They took their phones out to share their contact information.  Chloe's hand trembled while her claws clicked and scratched against the little screen.

"Kiara?" a voice called out from the back of the waiting room.

"Text me sometime," Kiara told her, the words almost a command.

"I- I will," Chloe said.

"Promise?" Kiara asked and a faint rumbling growl entered her voice.

"Yesss," Chloe slurred.  She could almost feel the growl stroking her spine.

Kiara looked over her shoulder as she walked away.  Her furred, floppy ears shook with the motion when she turned back, but just as she reached the door, she whined sadly and glanced back once more.  Chloe stared at the peak of thick black fur visible just above Kiara's gray pants and down to the curve of her hips.  Despite how loose her cotton drawstring pants were, they clung to the swell of her ass tight enough to show that she wore no panties.  Chloe grinded her teeth together as she stared and Kiara's long tail, trapped in the leg of her pants, struggled to wag in response.

Finally, the other woman stepped into the hallway and out of sight.  Chloe sniffed after her before shaking herself.

"Chloe?"  the receptionist, now seated behind the counter once more, called out.  "I'm ready when you are."

"Yes, sorry, yes," Chloe answered.

She walked to the window with her short, stubby tail down, nestled between her ass cheeks.  The receptionist handed over a small case and another appointment card.  Chloe collected both and then left.