Stay Ch. 02

Brandy pushed back suddenly, rocking her hips up and down against Kevin's body. He could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs and his shirt was wet from where she rubbed him. The young man jerked away from her.

"Whoa! Whoa, Brandy! No, okay? No? Remember what I said? Can you? Can you stop? Doing that? The, thing? Showing me your... can you stop that? Can you sit up? Please. Hey! Hey, don't-!"

Brandy pulled her tongue into her muzzle and cocked her head as Kevin spoke. Before he finished, she reached back a thick paw and he watched as a long finger opened her pussy. The lips separated wetly, exposing the soft, slick pink skin deep within. She whined again as she masturbated slowly in front of him, her hips still raised and her muzzle lying flat on the bed with her tongue out.

Kevin pushed at his erection through his pants. It was starting to become painful. He thought briefly of leaving but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not after what she'd said. He couldn't abandon her. She was his girlfriend. It wasn't her fault. She'd been there for him through rough times and he'd done the same for her in the year they'd been dating. This is just... this is just another rough spot, he thought.

"All right. Brandy, all right. I have to, umm, take care of something. It'll help. Me. It'll help me. You stay. Stay!" Kevin said loudly when Brandy turned to follow him as he backed away from the room. "Oh shit, no, hey, I'm sorry. You aren't a dog, I didn't mean that like that."

Brandy cocked her head again, not understanding the problem. Kevin walked carefully to the bathroom and then closed the door. Despite being a small house, the bathroom was large and comfortable. Brandy had liked to joke that she practically lived in it when she wasn't defending her bed's blanket fort. Kevin opened the toilet lid and pulled down his pants. His cock throbbed before him.

From outside the door, Brandy whined piteously. The door thudded a few times.

"No! Brandy, not- just wait a second, okay?" Kevin grabbed his cock. He felt slightly dirty for what he was about to do but he knew if he didn't give himself some release, it'd hurt for quite a while. Brandy's black nose and the tip of her muzzle appeared under the gap of the bathroom door. He saw her long tongue lick around her muzzle and her the nostrils of her black, wet nose flared several times. "Just... just gimme a second here, okay?"

Looking away, Kevin closed his eyes and masturbated. He was ridiculously aroused from watching Brandy so he knew it wouldn't take long. As much as he tried to picture Brandy human, all he could see was her changing. Rather than her standing naked and smiling in his kitchen or the bedroom, he saw her on her hands and knees, clawed finger between black pussy lips. After a moment, he gave up and just pictured her as she was. How soft her fur would be. How warm and wet-

Without warning, the frame around the bathroom door splintered and the door slammed open. Brandy bounded into the bathroom. Before he could stop her, she had her arms wrapped around his waist. Her long tongue lapped at his cock and he shuddered.

"Brandy! Hey! No! You can't-" He felt her claws dig into his ass and lower back - not to hurt him but just to anchor herself. Her fur pressed against his legs and she was as soft as he'd expected. Kevin tugged and pushed at Brandy but she was surprisingly strong. And extremely determined.

The young woman's thick tail thumped against the tile floor as she took Kevin's entire cock deep into her muzzle. She held him there carefully, not moving her mouth but growling lightly as he tried to push her away. The entire time, her tongue worked ceaselessly along his thick length.

"Hey," Kevin hissed. He could feel himself near the edge. The sensation was... unique. Her tongue was incredibly flexible and her mouth was warm and wet. It was like having his cock in a woman's vagina if she was able to roll, slide, flex, squeeze and pulse her vaginal muscles at any point inside her body. And if she had teeth. Sharp, dangerous teeth. Not exactly a-

"SHIT!" Kevin yelled. He came and the young woman froze, swallowing each spurt of his cum. Her tail slammed up and down on the floor and she practically vibrated with excitement. Kevin's fingers gripped the thick fur atop Brandy's head and he tensed. With the last bit of cum, Brandy sat back, grinning her odd little grin. Her massive furry breasts shook slightly with each excited, happy thump of her tail. Kevin wasn't quite sure how he felt about the whole thing. It was far from unpleasant. Far, far from unpleasant but, was it okay? His dick still ached and she'd felt really damn good but, should he feel guilty or bad from what happened?

Before he could decide how he felt, Brandy began cleaning him. She made long, slow licks along the length of his cock. Kevin groaned as her rough dog's tongue rasped against the overly sensitive head of his cock. Her expressions were hard to read but he liked to think he could see love in her eyes. The young man scratched behind her long ears and Brandy panted happily, tilting her head for him.

"To hell with it," Kevin said, scratching. "Thank you for the blowjob, Brandy. It was pretty awesome."

Brandy huffed in reply. The young woman stood and hugged Kevin awkwardly, her arms draped over his shoulders. His cock pressed directly against the tuft of fur over her mound. The wet fur enveloped his dick until she pressed closer and the head slipped down against her clit. A dull, hard ache bloomed low in his belly. Despite having just had an orgasm, he desperately wanted her. It took an enormous amount of discipline to not reach down and grab her ass.

A small part of Kevin didn't want to admit how much he liked the feel of her fur against his partially naked body. An even smaller part didn't want to admit to finding the idea of having sex with an uninhibited version of his girlfriend intensely erotic. He wondered what it'd feel like to have her huge fluffy tail pressed against his chest. Or how her gigantic furry breasts would tickle his face when he licked her fat nipples. He groaned at the images. The small parts didn't want to admit any of that but he found it difficult to ignore the enormous attraction to the ideas.

Brandy whined lightly against him. She could smell his desires and her body responded. She turned and leaned over, touching the ground with her legs spread. Her heavy, full breasts hung below her, nipples hard and erect in her excitement. Her tail again arched up. Kevin's eyes were drawn to her and he watched her pussy open slightly to him. Ropes of thin, clear liquid connected her lips and pieces of the surrounding fur. She gently pushed back against him and he shivered as his half-erect cock pressed against her hot, wet lips.

Just... I just want to see for a moment, he told himself. That's okay, right? Just the once? Just a little? Kevin reached forward and ran his fingers through the fur covering Brandy's thick ass. He felt the muscles of her lower back move and shift as her tail wagged. He pulled her closer to him and her lips wrapped around the length of his cock. He stopped. No, he thought, hunger and desire raging deep within.

Brandy whined quietly as Kevin pulled away. She spread her legs further and looked back at him, naked lust in her barely human eyes.

"Another time, sweetheart," Kevin said. "I promise. Oh god. I really hate myself right now. A lot. Jesus, I want you." The young man pulled his underwear and pants up, sighing as Brandy's scent wafted up to him. Her juices covered his cock and he allowed himself that one little thing. The pleasure of having his girlfriend's scent on him. He loved to wake up in the mornings after they had sex and still be able to smell her on him. Good boy, he told himself with a sigh.

The look in Brandy's eyes clearly showed her disappointment but she suddenly snapped her head around and barked, bolting from the room on all fours. Ass and tail working back and forth. Kevin followed her, curious. She was in the bedroom, nosing and pawing at the closet. She looked at Kevin and then fumbled awkwardly with the closet door until she accidentally opened it. The young woman grinned proudly at herself and immediately crawled into the small area. Kevin found it difficult to ignore the fact that she was basically naked. Especially bent over as she was and exposing herself.

Step one, he thought. Work on it. She's naked but she's not. Just try to think of the fur like clothing. Just ignore the fact that her pussy is right fucking there the entire goddamned time. Just ignore how incredibly horny you are and how fucking good she smells and how strong that smell is. How she apparently doesn't give a rat's ass that she's naked and especially, especially, ignore the fact that she'd probably abso-fucking-lutely love if you just randomly decided to fuck her. Yeah. Yeah, just ignore that. Ignore that probably, no matter what she was doing, if you just went up, dropped your pants and put your dick in her that she'd love it. Oh Jesus. That's... that's really hard to ignore. What if it's like that? When she's like this? Always ready? Always okay with it? Always wanting it and loving it? Holy fuck. Okay. Okay, calm down. Calm down. Breathe. Breathe deeply. Whoa, not that deep. Jesus, her pussy smells amazing. Calm. Calm. You got this, buddy. Just because she wants it right now doesn't mean it's okay. It's not right and you know it. He watched her hips work and her tail wag and tried his best not to look between her legs.

To distract himself, Kevin looked into the closet. Brandy was nosing at a small cardboard box in the very corner of the area. She was oddly unaware of the existence of her hands. Finally, Kevin stepped in and opened the box for her. Brandy leaned heavily against him and her tail ceaselessly smacked against his hip.

"All right, Brandy, just hold on. Be patient," he told her. There were a few things in the box but it was too dark to see. He grabbed the biggest thing and pulled it out. Brandy nearly exploded with excitement. It was a huge, rubbery chew toy. A tag, still attached, loudly advertised that dogs would LOVE playing with the SNACKMASTER 3000 while trying to get the treats out. At the bottom of the tag was a cartoon dog singing, 'Who let the treeeeaaaats out?! Woof, woof woof wooooof!'

Kevin felt a moment of sadness for his girlfriend. What did that have to be like? he wondered. How must it have felt to go shopping for toys for yourself? His heart hurt for her a little. From what she'd said and from what he could guess, the curse had to be terrible. A downward, uncontrollable spiral that caused so much heartbreak and pain. And yet she bought a simple toy for her other self. Something to keep her animal side happy. How had she felt, standing in line, listening to the cashier talk about how dogs loved the toy and they'd be so happy when she brought it home. Kevin looked down at Brandy and smiled at her but his lips trembled.

Brandy barely noticed. She backed away from the closet and kneeled, arms and paws raised, tail wagging fiercely. She barked loudly (Kevin cursed as he noticed the way her huge breasts jiggled slightly when she did it) and begged until he gave it to her. She spent nearly an early playing with it. Tossing it, chasing it, biting and pulling at it with her hands and teeth. When Kevin followed her, she ran and hid from him and then barked playfully and ran to a different side of the house.

Suddenly, Kevin realized how hungry she must be. He walked to the kitchen and Brandy followed, chew toy (flecked with drool) firmly in her muzzle. There was a box of peanut butter filled pretzel bites on one of the shelves.

Brandy growled at Kevin when he reached for the chew toy in her mouth.

"I just need it for a second, Brandy," Kevin said.

The young woman continued to growl as he pulled on it, her ears, flicking in irritation.

"Come on, Brandy. Drop it. Just... let go." She stood as tall as him on her paws. He had his hands on the toy in her mouth and she turned, pulling steadily back with her mouth. As if to underscore that she wasn't an actual dog (and in a surprising show of sudden awareness of her hands), she grabbed his arm and pulled at him. He was pretty sure she could hurt him badly if she wanted but she was oddly gentle. Finally, he let go of the toy, grabbed a pretzel and threw it. Brandy was off like a shot, the chew toy bouncing forgotten on the floor. Kevin picked it up, opened it and placed a few more pretzels inside, just in time for Brandy to come back. She was smacking her lips over and over, her long tongue working at the inside of her muzzle.

When Brandy saw the toy in Kevin's hand, she dropped to all fours and lowered her upper body. Her tail wagged frantically. It was oddly distracting to see her huge brown and black furred breasts dangling and swinging underneath her and he felt himself growing hard again. It was a similar position to what she'd done on the bed. But, not quite. Still, his mind helpfully supplied the relevant, sexy details of how she was crouched - exactly as she would be when they fucked, doggy-style. The young man sighed. Thanks, brain. Thanks.

The temptation to wave the toy and say, in his most condescending pet-talk voice 'you want it? You want it, girl,' was only very slightly hard to resist but he did and, instead, threw the toy. She spent another hour freeing the pretzels without using her hands. And bringing it to be refilled and thrown over and over.

As the night wore on, Kevin grew tired. He was exhausted from Brandy's seemingly endless amount of energy. He sat on her small couch and Brandy soon padded over. Kevin hesitated, unsure of what to do but Brandy simply got up on the couch and lay her upper body on his lap. As he had two nights previous, he slowly stroked her back. Brandy chuffed in happiness, her tail twitching and thumping the front of the couch.

The young woman's huge, soft breasts pressed his crotch but he did his best to ignore them and Brandy seemed suddenly too tired to do anything about his growing erection. Kevin scratched slowly on her head and between her ears with one hand and along her back with his other, stopping short of her ass. Too dangerous for both of them, he decided, despite how tired they appeared to be.

Brandy soon fell asleep on her boyfriend. Eventually, he shifted and she woke, yawning with a high pitched squeal.

"Come on, Brandy," he said. They both stood and, this time, Brandy followed Kevin to her bedroom. Leaving his clothes on, he slid beneath the covers and patted the empty space beside him. Brandy yawned again and crawled in with him. She lay curled on her side like a dog, pressing herself against Kevin's stomach. However, as the night wore on, she slowly turned to her side.

Kevin lay awake the entire time. His mind was abuzz with various thoughts. Around 2 am, he finally felt the strong pull of sleep. After careful consideration, he stripped naked under the blankets and then pressed himself against Brandy's back. He reached around and edged his fingers under Brandy's left breast as he always did when they spooned. His fingers slid against the smooth, soft fur and Brandy's tail twitched lightly in response. She wriggled back against him in a very familiar, very human way. Despite how tired he was, he found himself growing hard. However, she was soft and warm and, soon, he drifted off into sleep.

-

Light shined through Brandy's cheap, plastic window shades. She groaned and rolled and stretched and then froze. The night before came back to her. Oh. Kevin, she remembered.

It was the first time she'd woken in bed after she had changed. A small bit of hope fluttered in her belly as she wondered whether Kevin had brought her to bed. Perhaps, she thought, perhaps he'd hadn't run off? The young woman eased herself out of bed and made her way into the living room. There was no note on the coffee table. Her heart sunk a little. She checked the bathroom mirror (noting the broken door and sighing at it) and then the kitchen.

No note. No Kevin.

Brandy sat at her kitchen table, her heart in her throat. Tears shined at the corner of her eyes.

See? See what happens? Another one gone because you couldn't keep your stupid mouth shu-

The young woman screamed as the sliding glass door between her kitchen and back yard opened. Kevin stood at the doorway, eyes wide.

"Oh, man," Kevin said, averting his eyes. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to scare you like that. I'm not being a creep. I was just throwing something away outside before you- Anyway, just a thing. I'm really-"

Kevin's words were choked off as Brandy flung herself at him. She sobbed against him, body shaking from the tears. Kevin slowly wrapped his arms around her, resisting the urge to pick off all of the black and brown hairs from along her back.

"I thought you'd left me!" wailed Brandy. "I thu-thu-thought you were like all the rest!"

"Hey," Kevin whispered. "Hey, shh, it's okay. I'm here. I stayed with you. I'm still here." He gently rubbed his girlfriend's back.

"I- I- I-" Brandy stuttered, tears streaming down her face.

"You know," Kevin said quietly. "I was thinking. If all this stuff you said is true and, yeah, I saw it myself. I was thinking. Curses can be lifted. Right? I mean, look at all of the princess movies and other stuff. If you can be changed into something, someone has to be able to change you back. I have some vacation time saved up so I thought-"

"You big dummy," Brandy said, her voice shaky. "You talk too much when you're nervous. We can talk about it after a minute. Tell me what happened."

"All of it?" Kevin asked.

"What do you-? Of course all of it. Why?"

"Even the crazy marathon of sex?"

Brandy stood back and hit Kevin's upper arm, the effect only slightly ruined when her breasts jiggled. "You jerk! You better be lying!"

"Well..."

The young woman stood on her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend. Her voice dropped lower. "Or not lying. I, uhh, wouldn't mind hearing all about that, either."

Kevin grinned. "As long as we don't forget the plans. I have some ideas. But, yeah, I'll start with the bathroom. Or, actually, the bed... "

Brandy's face burned bright red from embarrassment but quickly turned to a flush of arousal as the story continued. When she began panting and drooling, Kevin coughed and he switched to his ideas about her curse. Brandy whined but slowly grew calm and focused. She watched Kevin as he spoke animatedly about posting advertisements and researching online. His words were mostly lost to her as she simply watched her boyfriend talk. Her heart swelled and ached and she felt the beginning of tears at the corners of her eyes. Tears of joy. Tears that spoke of the possibility of no longer being alone. Of having someone stay by her side. Her deep-seated fear of the future began to dim, replaced with hope.

And, for the first time in as long as she could remember, the angry little voice inside her mind was silenced.