Dog Days Of Summer Ch 05

Foreword

: This chapter includes sexual activity between a human and a weredog that is almost completely physically transformed, albeit mostly normal mentally. My apologies if that seems a bridge too far. The section in question is headed 'Tuesday Night (August 1)' if you wish to skip it.

Dog Days of Summer

Part 2: Barking at the Moon

Chapter 5: Every Dog Has Its Day

Friday Afternoon (July 21)

"It's honestly- kind of weird," Fawn said as she bounced up and down on Miguel's cock, the words punctuated by a small gasp whenever she bottomed out. "I never- got the impression- that Megan- was into me-, or any girls-, but for the last- week or so- she's been staring at me-, and casual touches- that last a little too long- to be casual."

Miguel grunted, keeping his hands on the girl's hips to help with the illusion that he was masturbating himself with her pussy. "She's been getting more flirtatious with me every time I come over," the stag-man confided. "The first time she brushed up against my cock I thought it was an accident, but now I doubt it."

Fawn stifled a cry of passion as she began climaxing, biting her fist to muffle the noise. The two young lovers were on a blanket in the midst of a cluster of bushes; it screened them from the sight of other visitors to the small park, but would do little to block the noise of their sex if they got too carried away. Miguel triggered his own orgasm, the feeling of which usually prompted Fawn's to linger, and she bent down to kiss him while she continued riding the crest.

The pair rested for a while, catching their breath and stroking each other's sweaty flesh. "You want some pie, baby?" Fawn asked, toying with one of Miguel's nipples and using her finger to curl some of the hair on his chest.

"Any time, my little doe," the stag-man replied, licking his lips in anticipation as Fawn knee-walked forward until she could press her crotch against his face. She'd told him that no matter how much she loved the kink, his spunk was so amazing that she'd be reluctant to ever take his load anywhere but her mouth, if it wasn't for the fact that he could cum buckets of seed almost whenever he wanted. Every time Miguel ate his own jizz, especially out of a woman he'd just fucked, he worried less and less about how masculine it seemed, or how people might think of him if they knew. It was delicious, and nearly everyone seemed to agree, so he'd privately decided that anyone who gave him a hard time about being a cum-guzzler would be the next person to fall in love with the taste of his splooge.

Fawn cooed and hummed with delight as she sat on Miguel's face, and after a minute or two she said, "I can kind of understand why Meg wants to experience your magnificent dick. I'm just starting to wonder if she's trying to butter me up to ask if she can 'borrow' you for a night, or if she's actually wanting to have a threesome with us."

Miguel had been wondering the same thing, more or less, except that his angle was planning how to persuade Fawn and Megan to share him. His awareness of his animalistic impulses meant that he wasn't running on instinct quite as much as he had been, but having regular threesomes with Dana and Cassie had kind of spoiled him. Fawn was very pretty and very enthusiastic, but Megan was extremely sexy in her own way, and he told himself that few men

wouldn't

be interested in bedding two such ladies at the same time, if they were willing.

Miguel continued licking even after the taste of his essence was gone, driving Fawn through another small, shuddering climax before she dismounted and laid down beside him. They snuggled, and after what he thought was a reasonable wait, the stag-man asked, "Are you attracted to your roommate?"

Fawn looked into his eyes and gave a wry smile, suggesting she knew where he was trying to lead the conversation. Eventually she replied, "A little bit, I guess. She's got tremendous titties, obviously, and I can't say I haven't stared at them sometimes and wondered how they'd feel." Laying her head back down, Fawn continued playing with Miguel's chest hair as she added, "Until we hooked up, I'd never really considered having a relationship with a hybrid. Like, a sexual relationship, I mean. Meg and I were friends from the first day of college. But I always used to look at people in interracial relationships and doubt that they were actually interested in each other, that they just wanted the novelty of banging someone

exotic

."

"Ah," said Miguel, not entirely comfortable with where the topic was wandering. "And now that you're banging someone

really

exotic, who's both a hybrid and Hispanic, are you questioning how interested you actually are?"

Fawn blushed but looked him in the eye as she said, "I haven't had much opportunity to put my new perspective in practice yet, but I've resolved not to make those assumptions anymore. Does that answer your question?"

"Well enough for now," Miguel replied, smiling a little and giving her a peck on the lips.

"Would you be offended if I asked where your family comes from?" Fawn inquired. "You've got just the faintest accent but I can't really place it. I don't think it's Mexican. It's not a big deal at all, but I was just interested."

"Nah, I don't mind," Miguel said, stretching his arms out and yawning. "My parents are from Guatemala, and my older siblings were born there, but I was born in this city not long after they moved here."

"Thanks for satisfying my curiosity on so many things!" Fawn said with a smile. "I guess I'll go ahead and answer the question I think you really wanted to ask: yeah, I suppose I'd be willing to share you with Megan, at least once, although I'm kind of terrified about how many ways it could go wrong, having a three-way with my roommate and best friend." Miguel smiled back, and his dick stiffened automatically, which did not go unnoticed. She reached out to stroke it, remarking, "Looks like I nailed that one!"

"Feel free to nail it again, if you're able!" Miguel teased in response, then added, "Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. Next time we see Megan we can try to figure out what her goals are, since we might just be completely off-base. Even if she's interested, we shouldn't do it unless we're all on the same page. I've had a threesome before, so I won't be kicking myself if this one doesn't ever materialize."

Fawn's expression was hard to read, but seemed to convey surprise, lust, gratitude, and perhaps relief all at once. She threw her leg back over Miguel's hips and started angling herself for insertion, saying, "Baby, you're too good for me!"

"Nothing's too good for my little doe!" Miguel replied automatically as they began slowly fucking one another again, taking their time to build up speed. Nevertheless, he couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt, knowing that he was manipulating Fawn to make the threesome more likely. It didn't feel like being especially good to her, nor did the fact that he hadn't bothered mentioning any of his other semi-regular hookups.

Friday Evening (July 21)

"Good girl!" Penny gushed, stroking her hand along Dana's back and making the weredog quiver with pleasure. She was also feeling a degree of humiliation, but it was reinforcing her lust rather than detracting from it, mostly because the slightly chubby redhead was so full of praise and envy at every display of transformative power. The vet tech was fucking Dana with a new strap-on dildo, although she hadn't mastered her technique yet, and had asked the brunette to try transforming her pussy into its canine form, or her whole lower half, if necessary.

"Are you sure that's something you feel comfortable with?" Dana had inquired, nervous and breathless. She was trying to embrace her new nature and make the best of it, but she couldn't easily shake the cultural conditioning that wanted to draw a bright line of right and wrong that went straight through her existence. "You don't think it would count as... you know... bestiality?" The last word had been whispered with shame and discomfort.

Penny had laughed and asked, "Why would that be any more bestial than you having a tail or teats?" Dana had no coherent response to that question, although it still felt qualitatively different in some important but undefined way. Nevertheless, she had indulged her lover and concentrated on trying to transform just her pussy.

"I wish I could actually feel the difference with this thing!" Penny lamented, although she did so in a disconcertingly cheerful manner, while she continued to pound her fake cock into Dana's furry, more spade-like mound. For her part, the weredog was surprised to discover that the sensations of having her modified vagina fucked were significantly different from what she'd been experiencing until that moment. The feelings weren't exactly better or worse, just novel, but that made them exciting to her. Falling back into character, she barked and whined to show how much she was enjoying their playtime.

"Howl for me when you cum, Pet!" Penny said breathlessly, trying to speed up her pace without accidentally pulling out, which was her main technical flaw. Sweat dripped from her nose, even though the air conditioner was keeping the house reasonably cool. Being a habitual nudist, Dana was even more sensitive to chilly rooms than she had been before, and Penny had been nice enough to let it get quite a bit warmer than she usually preferred, at least when the weredog was visiting. Dana's sense of smell, even in her human form, was more keen than usual, and she found the scent of the redhead's exertion highly alluring.

The two women moved faster and faster, both approaching a peak. Penny was actually the first to crest, and her thrusting became sporadic and chaotic, but Dana had gotten better at allowing just a tiny sliver of her transformation lust to bleed through. It was enough to tip the scales in favor of a climax when she was close, and concentrating on reverting the minimal change while she rode the wave somehow made the experience even more intense than usual.

"Fuck, yeah!" Penny sighed, slumping backwards until she was sitting on her feet, making the shiny dildo bob amusingly. "I love the smell you make when you cum," she said dreamily. "It's like a special sauce or something. It really sets me off, makes me cum harder."

Dana was concentrating on reverting to her full human form, or at least as close as she could get, since she still couldn't seem to banish her body hair after growing fur. Giving up on her latest attempt, she replied to Penny, "I'm probably releasing a few pheromones while I'm transforming, I guess that's what you're picking up on. It makes my orgasms stronger, too."

"So many wonderful abilities!" the vet tech said, sighing again. She reached down and undid her harness, then brought the slick rubber member to her mouth and proceeded to suck it clean, moaning happily all the while.

"Does it taste... normal?" Dana asked hesitantly, feeling a little queasy at the sight, and wondering if the physical changes she'd caused at Penny's behest included many chemical ones.

"It tastes great!" the redhead replied, although she didn't bother removing the item so her words came out comically muffled. She gave a raised thumb for emphasis, and the whole situation looked so absurd that Dana couldn't help laughing. Penny joined in when she finally extracted the fake cock, and once their giggles subsided, the two women moved into a hug as they knelt on the floor.

"Are you still feeling like your 'dog' side is dirty or something, Pet?" Penny asked, rubbing her hand up and down Dana's back supportively.

"I guess so," the brunette admitted. "I mean, the taboo against that kind of thing is not just some arbitrary, fickle decision someone made."

"I understand that," Penny replied, still hugging her lover. "But from what you told me, even when your body was fully dog-like, your mind was still human." She kissed Dana to cut off a protest before she could voice it, then continued, "Yes, you were behaving more dog-like and your memories and instincts were all muddled, but you obviously were not limited to the thoughts a real dog would have. Nor the emotions. So even at your most canine moments, you're still a person. You're still

you

."

Dana gave her friend a crooked smile and said, "Sounds like someone was practicing a speech."

"Guilty as charged!" Penny said, laughing. "I mean, no offense, but after the last two evenings of practice, I think I have a pretty good idea of your hang-ups. Some of them, anyway."

"So I take it the request was a way of forcing me to face the discomfort?" Dana pressed.

"Yes," Penny admitted, but licked her lips and waggled her eyebrows, saying, "But also because it makes me hot!"

"You're gross!" Dana said, shaking her head, but unable to resist smiling a little. "Do you really intend to try fucking me when I turn into a sheepdog in a week or so?"

"Not if it makes you uncomfortable," Penny said, uncharacteristically serious. "If you think it's over the line, we'll keep you in the cage all night, and I won't touch you. Well, not in

that

way, I mean."

"Don't

you

think it's over the line?" Dana asked, somewhat incredulous.

"I'm not sure yet, to be honest," Penny said with a shrug. "I mean, if I'm wrong, and you're actually dog-minded enough that you can't truly consent or understand what's going on, then yes, obviously it would be wrong, for multiple reasons. And sure, it's possible that I'm thinking with my pussy right now, and incorrectly assuming I'll still be attracted to

you

, even when you're in an animalistic body. Maybe, when actually faced with the reality of Sheepdog Dana, I won't be able to distinguish

you

from the dog, and I'll balk."

"Balk?" teased the brunette, feeling a little relieved that Penny seemed to have truly thought things through. "Which one of us is the dog, huh?"

It took Penny a moment to get the joke, and when she did she groaned and said, "You must be feeling better, if you're making dumb puns!"

"I am," Dana confirmed. "I'm still leery of what might happen on the full moon, but I trust you. We'll figure it out together."

"I love you, Pet!" Penny said, blushing and smiling. Dana got rather red in the face, too, but didn't quite feel ready to say such a thing in return. Instead, to deflect the awkward moment, she decided to drop a distracting surprise into the conversation.

"I forgot to mention something important," the weredog said. "My roommate, Elena, wanted to know if she could witness my partial transformation, on the night of the thirty-first. Are you okay with her coming over, too?"

Penny initially looked surprised, then a little uncomfortable. "I don't know. I'd feel bad if I said no, but I definitely want to ravage you all night and probably again in the morning. I'm not sure I want to bring in another woman. Even if all she did was watch, which I know is unlikely from what you've told me about her."

"Well, if she comes along with me, I promise she won't do anything with you that you don't ask for," Dana said reassuringly. "She's been my other rock while I've tried to get a handle on my new circumstances, and I'd feel bad denying her request to be with me." She reached out and drew the redhead into a hug again, saying, "You don't have to decide right now. Take a few days to think about it." Breaking the embrace, she gave her friend a smile and said, "But really, if you're horny enough to consider fucking me when I'm a bitch, I'll bet you won't 'bark' at the chance to play with a cute little blonde number like Elena!"

Friday Night (July 21)

Elena was puttering about in the kitchen, humming tunelessly, while cleaning and organizing. She'd basically stopped wearing clothes around the house, much like Dana, and though they'd discussed the reason for her new quasi-nudist lifestyle, it still felt completely natural to her. The last few days had also seen a return to the grouchy version of Stacia, who had grumbled and cast annoyed looks at her naked roommates, although she hadn't said or done anything too harsh or unpleasant. The bare young women had hypothesized that Stacia's mood swings with regard to them were probably related to her daily changes of orientation: when she was less attracted to women, she was less appreciative of the goodies being on display, and consequently more hostile. She'd been gone most of the day and holed up in her room for the rest of it, so the blonde wasn't entirely sure what kind of attitude she could expect if they spent their Friday binge-watching shows on the couch, which had been their habit until the recent sexcapades.

A door in the hallway opened and Stacia's voice called out, "Elena? Are you busy? I could really use a second opinion on my outfit for tonight!"

"Be there in a minute!" Elena replied, wringing out her sponge and then taking off her rubber gloves, the only items she was wearing. "Guess that means I'm binging alone," she mumbled, pouting a little as she walked toward her friend's bedroom. She looked up as she entered and stopped in her tracks, eyes widening in response to the rather extreme ensemble Stacia had put together. She was wearing the same dress and boots that she'd returned with earlier in the week, but she'd made deliberate tears in the fabric in some places, and used pins to bunch it together in others, effectively making it even more brief than normal. Her back was to the door, giving Elena a clear view of the bottom hemispheres of her ass, and even a hint of her pussy; one large rip exposed a wide expanse of her ass cheeks and her crack, complete with what was presumably a temporary tattoo. She was facing a mirror, bent slightly forward and examining her cleavage, and the blonde could see another extra slit in the dress that partially exposed a nipple.

Swallowing in a throat that was suddenly dry and tight, Elena said, "I love what you've done with the piece." Stacia turned around, smiling seductively and giving her roommate a better look at her elaborate make-up. Normally a fan of warm colors and a light touch, the brunette had caked her face with layers that made her look pale and highlighted her cheekbones, giving her a somewhat emaciated appearance. Heavy eyeliner and dark eye shadow added to the effect, although the black lipstick wasn't particularly corpse-like. Most startling, perhaps, were the blood-red eyes, presumably the result of cosmetic contacts. Knowing about the traits Stacia had developed made it easy to guess the reasoning behind the new style, but it was still rather jarring to witness it.

"What's the verdict?" the newly-gothic girl asked, indicating her face with a vague wave of her hand. "I followed a tutorial, but this is obviously way more complex than what I usually do."

"It looks great!" Elena replied, although she wasn't personally a big fan of the scenes that favored such appearances. "I bet you'll get a ton of attention at that club you were telling us about!"

Turning back to the mirror and bending forward further, Stacia confirmed that she could easily expose her sex, and Elena's lips quirked in a tiny smile as she admired the view. She was so distracted that she almost missed what her roommate was saying. "Yeah, Miguel was going to meet me there, but I decided to cancel. I don't know if it's just lingering guilt and awkwardness about the whole situation with Dana, but when I got to thinking about it this morning, I just wasn't in the mood to hang out with him tonight."

Elena was surprised that Stacia had bothered to get so dressed up if that was the case, but she said, "Well, you won't have any problems finding someone else to show you a good time!"