Dog Days Of Summer Ch 04

Foreword

: This is a sequel to

A Different Kind of Sex Toy

(series page)

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Dog Days of Summer

Part 2: Barking at the Moon

Chapter 4: The Tail Wagging the Dog

Tuesday Morning (July 18)

Miguel laid in bed stroking his cock while he talked to Fawn on a video call. "It's been almost a week since I've seen you!" the blonde said with a pout. "You skipped class yesterday! I was really hoping we could get together again sometime!"

"Yeah, sorry about that!" Miguel said, trying to look apologetic. "I had an appointment at the clinic." That was true enough, although he didn't think mentioning it was to donate his sperm would make his absence more forgivable.

"Nothing serious, I hope?" Fawn said nervously, possibly suddenly worried about infections from their previous liaisons.

"Oh, no, it was just a regular check-in kind of thing," Miguel replied nonchalantly. Changing the subject, he asked, "So did they actually let the prof back after he solicited blowjobs from the class?"

"Yeah, since the police determined it was a chemically induced accident, the school couldn't really fire him for that," Fawn said. "All they're doing is making sure there's an independent review of the grades. One of the guys who sucked him accepted some kind of transfer credits to go to a different school, though, according to word on the street!"

The two continued gossiping and discussing the class while Miguel edged himself. "Do you wanna watch me cum?" he suddenly asked.

Fawn's face showed surprise, but fortunately no offense or disgust. She blushed bright pink, making her look adorably innocent, but nodded her head. Miguel switched his camera facing and framed his dick in the center of the screen, stroking it a few more times for effect before triggering his orgasm. It was large, even by his standards, thanks to being the first of the day. He groaned and gulped air, surprised by how aromatic and appealing his room smelled. It didn't take him long to determine that his seed was the source of the enticing aroma.

"God, that's so hot!" Fawn said, rubbing one of her breasts as she watched the show. "Your dick is just... magnificent!" she added lustily.

"Isn't it, though?" Miguel agreed, switching the camera back. Noticing that his hand had several globs of semen scattered across it, he acted without thinking and began licking it up. Partly horrified and partly thrilled by the taste, he issued a kind of growling moan as he swabbed his hand clean with his tongue.

"Fuck!" Fawn groaned. "That's so kinky! I wish I was there so I could have some!"

"Are you free this afternoon or tonight?" Miguel asked, trying not to look as disgusted with himself as he felt. "It

has

been too long since we hooked up."

"I'll make sure my roommate is somewhere else this evening!" Fawn said immediately, her eyes lighting up. "Is six okay?"

"I'll be there!" he affirmed. "I've gotta get a move on, though. See you tonight!"

Fawn blew him a kiss before disconnecting, and Miguel stared at the mess in his lap, feeling troubled and chewing his lip. Off the top of his head, he guessed that his sudden fascination with his own dick and cum was a result of the fourth trait he was supposed to get the night before. He hadn't noticed anything at the time, but he'd gone to bed kind of early, feeling wiped out and a little depressed from his break-up with Dana. He supposed it was a unique new trait, although there was a possibility it represented an intensification of his sexual endurance, or even of his self-pleasure fixation. He thought about messaging Cassie to ask for the details but was worried she might still be mad at him, so he eventually decided to just get on with his day.

Derek was exiting the bathroom when Miguel reached it, and the man smirked as he checked out the stag-man's junk. His nostrils got wide as he picked up the lingering scent of the cum still staining it. Not wanting a repeat of last week's incident, Miguel hurriedly shut the door and locked it, then jumped in the shower, not even waiting for the water to heat up before he started scrubbing at his crotch to wash away his fascinating jizz.

Tuesday Mid-Day (July 18)

Dana had just finished hanging the new plastic sheeting across her door when a knock on it made her jump, although she was expecting Elena to meet her for a nooner. "Just a second!" she called out, stepping down carefully from her desk chair and pushing it away from the door. She twitched the curtain aside and unlocked the knob, opening the door a crack to make sure her visitor was the one she anticipated.

Elena smiled at her but then turned her head down the hall and yelled, "Hey, Stacia! Me and Dana are gonna have some noisy lesbian sex now!" Dana stifled a small laugh as the blonde grinned and squeezed inside, shutting the door behind her and muffling the angry voice of their other roommate. "Are you sure your pheromones aren't working all the time?" Elena asked teasingly as she cupped Dana's face in her hands and gave her a steamy kiss of greeting. "I'm pretty constantly thinking about fucking you these days."

Dana hesitated, wondering if there might be some kind of lingering effects from repeated exposure, but answered as best she could. "As far as I know, I only produce them when I... go into heat, for lack of a better way to put it."

"Mmm, well, I can't wait, regardless," Elena said in a quiet voice, beginning to kiss Dana's jaw and moving toward her ear as her hands wandered across the curvier girl's body. "I'm getting kind of spoiled, having such a hot fuck buddy living under the same roof!"

Dana hummed in pleasure at the attention and concentrated on triggering a ninety-minute episode, thinking that it would be sufficient to tide her over until that evening, when she was planning to visit Cassie again for a combination of sex and study, not to mention a little solace after Miguel essentially dumped both of them.

"What the heck?" Elena said, suddenly pulling her head back and staring at Dana's crotch. "How on Earth did your bush grow back so fast?!" she asked. "You were smooth yesterday morning!"

Dana cursed herself mentally. Her hair had grown back thanks to her experiments with partial weredog transformations the night before, and she hadn't been shaving her pubes long enough for it to have become a habit. For that matter, her legs and pits were untrimmed as well, although Elena hadn't noticed that yet. She struggled against her rising lust to come up with some kind of explanation, but her mind went blank. "Sorry if you don't like hairy girls," she said apologetically.

Elena's eyes were just starting to dilate as she replied, "No, it's fine! I mean, it's not like a turn-off or whatever, I'm just shocked. I literally can't believe it grew back so fast! It's not, like, a wig or something, is it?" The blonde reached out and ran her fingers through the soft hair, mumbling, "Feels pretty damn real to me."

Dana sighed, pushing her pelvis forward to increase the pressure of the touch, and admitted, "It's real! God, I love it when you pet me like that!"

"Pet you?" Elena said quizzically, smiling slightly. "You like being petted? Is that why I see you wearing a collar sometimes?" she asked shyly.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" Dana said, losing the fight against her arousal. "I'm a horny little bitch in heat that loves being petted!"

Elena seemed fully in the grip of the contagious lust as well, dropping the subject of the inexplicable hairiness of her partner. "Be a good girl and fetch your collar, then!" the blonde said in a thick voice.

Dana felt a few twinges of shame and regret that her fetish for petplay was outed to yet another person, but she supposed it was still better to act like a dog than turn into one. Those embers of embarrassment faded rapidly against the rise of her heat, augmented by the satisfaction of indulging more than one kink at a time. She dropped to all fours and scurried to her dresser, where she liked to hide her toys and collar beneath the underwear she no longer needed. Grasping it with her mouth, she crawled back to Elena and dropped it at her feet.

Dana's roommate had taken the opportunity to get naked while the collar was being fetched. The slender woman had apparently not bothered with a bra or panties before visiting, fully revealing her pale skin, except for one breast that was being groped, and her waxed mound that was being fingered. "Fuck! That's so hot and naughty!" she hissed, staring down at the wriggling brunette with hooded eyes. "Good girl!"

Dana yapped and bounced, thrilled by the praise, then tried to prance around on all fours as gracefully as she could. Elena jilled herself even more vigorously while she watched the display. The blonde soon found it too taxing to remain standing, so she sank to her knees and reached out to stroke Dana with her free hand, mumbling disjointed words of lust and encouragement. The puppyish brunette showed her thanks by messily licking and kissing her roommate's face, panting and occasionally barking with joy. Giggling, Elena groped blindly for the collar and said, "Hold still and I'll put this on for you, puppy!" Dana obeyed, quivering with excitement and fulfillment to feel the leather clasped around her neck once again.

"Oh, damn, I need your tongue in me!" Elena gasped, laying down shakily on the floor and spreading her legs wide. Dana didn't hesitate, pleased as always to taste the blonde's unusually delicious pussy juices. She didn't know if it had anything to do with the girl's diet or if it was just natural flavor, but it remained her favorite from among the increasing number of women she'd sampled. "That's right!" Elena hissed, grabbing hold of Dana's hair and rocking her hips in a kind of circular motion. "Get that tongue as deep as you can, pet!"

Dana was surprised to find herself transforming in response to the command, albeit rather subtly. Her tongue got longer and flatter as it morphed to resemble a real dog's appendage, which had the effect of making Elena start jabbering nonsense at the unexpected, but no doubt thrilling, sensations. For her part, the dog-girl found her taste buds changing, although she still loved what she was drinking, and her increasingly acute sense of smell only made her want it more.

Elena cried out loudly as she climaxed, which resulted in angry banging against the wall shared with Stacia's room, although neither lover heeded it. She was unwilling or unable to release Dana's head from her grip, and kept moving her hips urgently, apparently chasing a second orgasm immediately after the first. The puppy girl obliged happily, redoubling her efforts and even breaking character slightly to add a finger to the mix. Elena crested again in only a couple of minutes, and then a third time shortly afterwards. Only then did she let go of Dana's head, pushing her away slightly so she could clench her thighs tightly together.

"That was unbelievable!" Elena panted, her eyes scrunched up tight as she recovered, which prevented her from noticing the canine tongue and nose Dana had accidentally developed. The dog-girl yipped happily, then turned around to present her hind-quarters, whining and wiggling as enticement. The blonde opened her eyes a little to see what was happening and giggled at the shameless display. Dana could only imagine what it must look like, with her sex swollen and glistening, her bush matted with seeping lust, and probably even her asshole visible and clenching when she barked. "Okay, puppy, I'll give you a treat," Elena said, scooting closer to her friend's sex and reaching out with a finger. "I swear, though, you look even hairier from this angle!" she added with another giggle as she stroked the pubic fur.

Dana wasn't sure if she'd accidentally grown more hair along with her tongue, but she didn't worry very much about it, distracted by her roommate's oral attentions once they began. She whimpered and wriggled with joy, completely unconcerned about the drool running out of her panting mouth. Elena's hands grasped her ass and squeezed rhythmically while she licked from behind, making messy slurping noises as she worked. They continued in that vein for several minutes, but the blonde eventually pulled back and said, "This position is killing my back! Let me lie down and you can just sort of sit on my face, okay?" Dana yipped to show she understood, and soon Elena had rearranged herself and tickled the bottom of the dog-girl's foot, saying, "All right, I'm ready for you to wag that tail for me, puppy! Sit!"

Dana obeyed, bringing her sex down to her friend's mouth, waving her ass side-to-side the whole time. She soon realized, to her alarm and horror, that she'd once again subconsciously treated Elena's playful language as a command, and had consequently started growing a tail. Even that awareness wasn't sufficient to overpower her libido during an episode, though her whining did become more anxious-sounding than before. The blonde didn't seem to notice anything was amiss, although with her face still trapped under Dana's hips that wasn't too surprising.

The dog-girl howled loudly as she came, which brought more yelling and banging on the wall. Her clit throbbed, eager to continue playing but too sensitive just then to accept more touching, so she crawled forward carefully and slumped to the ground, tail waving feebly.

"What the fuck is

that

?" Elena asked, sounding flabbergasted. Dana froze in shock, her mind suddenly feeling free of arousal thanks to the icy dread of being discovered. Instinctively, her tail curled down to cover her sex protectively. "How did you make it do that?" the blonde inquired as she reached out to touch the appendage in question, evidently thinking it was a prop of some kind. Dana whined with fear as she watched her roommate's expression change from confusion to interest and back to confusion, then finally to alarm. She cringed at the high-pitched shriek that followed.

"Goddamn it, you sluts!" came an angry yell from next door, followed by loud stomping in the hallway. Still petrified with terror, Dana couldn't force herself to prevent Stacia from almost kicking open the door, partially tearing down the plastic sheet in the process. "Stop making so much fucking noise, you whores!" she screamed. The angry woman seemed poised to continue her tirade until she noticed Elena still holding Dana's tail, and the canine nose on the horrified dog-woman. Stacia's face morphed from anger to shock to terror so rapidly it was almost comical. Then she screamed and bolted out of the apartment.

Tuesday Afternoon (July 18)

"I got here as quick as I could," Cassie said breathlessly as she entered Dana's apartment. "What's the emergency?"

"Whoa!" gasped Elena, before her roommate could answer. "Is she the one you caught it from? Is she contagious, too?"

Cassandra looked perplexed, so Dana explained, "Elena found out I'm a weredog, and she's probably thinking you're one, too." Turning to face the blonde, she continued, "Cassie's a hybrid, not a monster, and she's not contagious."

"You're not a monster, either!" Cassandra said angrily as she shut the door forcefully behind her. "I don't think you're cursed or disabled or anything along those lines, for the record, but they're at least a little less prejudicial!"

Dana decided that it wasn't worth arguing the point just then, so she directed her guest to sit down at the kitchen table while she recounted the sorry tale of her latest fuck-up. "So there I was, partially transformed and with my tail in Elena's hand, when Stacia walks in, screams, and runs away."

Cassie had listened raptly to the whole story without interrupting, but when Dana stopped talking, she asked, "So what's the problem? You're worried about Stacia?"

"Yes!" Elena said loudly. "She was already threatening to go to the police because she thought Dana's libido-thing was a drug! Who knows what she might do now that she's seen the... dog stuff!"

Cassie held up her hands and said, "I'm pretty sure that's not an issue. If I recall correctly, the device said that anyone who freaks out witnessing the situation will run off and then forget the whole thing. So she's probably wandering around right now, confused about why she left in such a hurry."

Dana's heartrate, which had been hammering ever since Stacia's disappearance, slowly started to go back down towards normal. "Are you sure that applies to induced transformations?" she asked. "Or does it only affect the ones that occur during the full moon?"

Cassie started to answer but paused, looking thoughtful and then a little doubtful. "That's actually a good question, and I'm not sure of the answer," she finally admitted. "Maybe I should get the device out and we can double-check the language of the descriptions to see if we can figure it out." Without further ado, the redhead reached into her bag, which was sitting on the table, and withdrew the remote.

"What's that thing?" Elena asked.

Cassandra's eyebrows raised in surprise and she looked at Dana, exclaiming, "I thought you said you explained the situation to her while I was on my way!"

"Well, I did!" Dana replied with irritation. "I told her you made it all happen, accidentally at first, but I didn't think it mattered much to mention it was a hokey-looking remote control, not a magic wand or fairy dust or whatever!"

Sighing, Cassie said, "I guess it

doesn't

matter, really." Looking at Elena, she added, "This is either magic or some kind of super-advanced technology. It caused Dana's conditions, plus it made me a compulsive nudist. Despite what she said earlier, the nudity part

is

sort-of contagious, but not casually."

"And I guess it made you a hybrid, too?" the blonde asked delicately, staring at the extra teats she could see above the tabletop.

"Indirectly," Cassie replied nonchalantly, already directing the device at Dana and bringing up the details of her traits. "Ah-ha! Just as I originally suspected!" she said triumphantly, before reading out what was displayed about Dana's second stage of being a weredog.

The target will be able to change form at will, fully or partially, although it may take practice to perfect partial changes. Their lunar transformations cannot be prevented, although they can attempt minor alterations or brief reprieves during such episodes. The subsidiary lust experienced by the target and compatible witnesses can also be incorporated into the partial changes, although the fear effect remains in force regardless. The condition is not ordinarily transmissible at this stage.

"Well, I guess that's something of a relief!" Dana said. As her tension abruptly evaporated, tears started leaking from her eyes. She put her head down on the table, cradled in her arms, and sobbed a few times. Both her friends reached over to touch her arm or shoulder comfortingly, for which she was grateful, but she told them, "Thanks, but I'm fine, really. I just need to take a minute to calm down."

Sitting back, Elena pointed at the device and asked, "So, will you tell me more about that thing?" Dana half-listened while Cassie ran through some of the high points of her experiences with the remote, including how much fun she was having with her softball teammates as their traits progressed. Once she wound down, Elena asked, "Would it be okay to use it on me?"

Dana's head snapped up and she urgently said, "No, don't risk it!"

Cassie gave the brunette a measuring look before turning to the blonde and saying, "I don't think it's dangerous, although it can clearly give people traits that they don't want or necessarily enjoy very much. But I promised the owner of it that I wouldn't use it on anyone except the people she and I discussed."