Dog Days of Summer Ch. 06

Foreword: My apologies for the long delay in finishing this series. A couple of notes about that are included as an afterword.

Chapter 6: A Penny Saved is a Penny Earned

Wednesday Night (August 2)

Stacia grunted with each thrust of Miguel's cock, as his hips slapped against her ass and thighs. Her bleary eyes refused to focus, although she had mixed feelings about her near-blindness. The inability to see clearly was contributing to a feeling of restrained horror, but she was almost thankful that she couldn't make out the leering faces of the crowd that surrounded them as they rutted on the dance floor. She got a thrill from being admired and showing off, but the circumstances of their current predicament ensured that her pleasure was superficial, a thin layer of lust floating on a deep ocean of shame and terror. She and Miguel had been drawn to the club almost every night since their first trip, and it was only when they arrived that she could fully recall what had happened there, and how they were both puppets of some mysterious tormentor they'd never seen.

"I'm about to cum," Miguel panted, thrusting slightly deeper and harder than before. Stacia grunted a little more loudly in reply, wishing the two of them had more opportunities to talk. She didn't think their odds of escape or resistance would be improved much, but at least they might be able to comfort each other a little, or commiserate about their mutual entrapment. Unfortunately, about the only time they were together during their trips to the club were live sex shows like the one they were engaged in, which provided very little chance for conversation, or at least not a private one. Otherwise, Miguel worked the bar, ejaculating what must have been gallons of cum each night, leaving him ravenous and dehydrated by the time they left, despite constant snacking. For her part, Stacia spent most of the night naked and crawling, worshipping people's feet and occasionally being compelled to provide oral sex to select guests. That was the part she hated most, and some evenings were far worse than others, largely depending on how she felt about cocks or cunts, which seemed to change from night to night.

A flood of warmth filled Stacia, alerting her to Miguel's orgasm. She felt a small frisson of pleasure at the sensation, a weak orgasm struggling against the tide of her anguish and fear. The burst of endorphins was almost an insult, considering the situation, and she wished for what was probably the hundredth time that she could take revenge on whoever was responsible, or at least had a face or a name on which to focus her rage and misery.

"Here," said Miguel tonelessly, presenting his still-erect shaft for cleaning. Stacia took him in her mouth, licking and slurping to remove their combined juices. Once she released him, he turned without a word and headed for the bar, presumably to hand out more cum for the crowd. She still couldn't see very easily, thanks to the mostly dark room and the bright lights trained on her, but the jeering catcalls and applause of their audience were perfectly audible.

"I should crawl out there and find someone to service," said a voice in Stacia's head, one which she was getting better at recognizing as not her own. She had never been a particularly superstitious person before, but at this point, the idea that she was cursed seemed to be the only explanation left to explain her torment. As she moved out of the light and into the darkness, begging each person she met to allow her to worship their sex, Stacia withered inside, disturbed by visions of witches, demons, and nameless horrors.

~~~

Miguel resumed his post behind the bar, already hard again and stroking himself. He knew he was being influenced, if not outright controlled, but he simply found it impossible to resist the pleasure of caressing his cock. Even worse, he feared he was getting addicted to the taste of his own jizz after several nights drinking multiple shot glasses of the stuff, not to mention snowballing with Stacia or the occasional other patron. Unlike the exhibitionistic young woman he was ostensibly there with, who seemed to have no memory of what went on at the club after she left it, the stag man could recall every night with clarity, except when he indulged himself by drinking alcohol as well as cum.

Even worse, Miguel's generosity regarding his fluids didn't end when he went home. His three roommates happily consumed his spunk several times a day, although he thought only Derek knew the truth about the source. All the nurses at the clinic seemed to be aware of the facts regarding his ejaculate, but that hadn't stopped them from sharing the excess amongst themselves that week when he made his donations, even though Ione was the only one who had yet taken it straight from the source. The swings from horror to feverish arousal and back again were giving him a feeling of vertigo, and his inability to tell anyone about what was happening had him on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Even when Dana or someone directly asked him about what went on at the club, all he could do was lie.

Miguel grunted as he sprayed another tray of shot glasses with his jizz, dourly noting that his aim was getting better. Only a few strands and droplets had missed the targets, with the bulk of each major jet landing squarely in the small vessels, mostly filling them. He wiped up the residues with his fingers, sucking one clean himself but offering the rest to the waitress that picked up the tray, who paused long enough to accept the salty treat. The noise of the club was too great to allow him to hear the low moan the woman made at the taste, but he could feel the vibrations of her pleasure.

Setting up another tray, Miguel wondered just how much longer he could remain sane, or if he was already trapped in some kind of mad hallucination.

~~~

Dana stared at the throbbing member jutting from Penny's crotch with disbelief. It appeared to have a blend of human and canine characteristics, much like the rest of her friend's partially transformed body, with a bulging helmet, a reddish coloration, and the slight swelling of what she assumed would be a knot partway along its length. It was so shocking a development that she'd momentarily forgotten the bubbling lust that accompanied her metamorphosis, but her nostrils dilated widely and she deeply inhaled the scent of arousal wafting off her lover.

"Is this really happening?" Penny asked weakly, reaching out with her hand but stopping short of actually touching her new equipment. "I'm not hallucinating or something?"

"I don't think so," Dana replied hesitantly, moving closer to the erection in question. She sniffed experimentally and added, "It smells real." Unable to resist her animalistic urges, she licked at the penis with her canine tongue, starting near the base and slowly moving toward the tip.

"Oh, fuck!" gasped Penny, quivering at the sensation and balling her hands into fists. "It's real! It feels amazing!"

"Tastes amazing, too!" Dana gushed, licking her nose before taking Penny's proud cock into her mouth and groaning happily.

Penny started to scream, "Fuck!" but the word turned into an inarticulate cry partway through, and her hands grasped at Dana's furry, dog-like ears as she tried to ensure the blowjob continued. A new keening wail emerged after every breath, meaningless vowel sounds that somehow still clearly communicated her feelings. Dana reached down to play with her clit, desperate for stimulation, but discovered that her hands were more like a dog's paws, too clumsy to provide the relief she craved. She had to struggle against Penny's grip to pull away, making the chubby redhead whimper with disappointment, but as soon as she was free she spun around and presented her swollen sex to her friend, spreading her legs wide and lifting her tail as an invitation.

Penny struggled to get to her knees, appearing distracted by the feeling of her cock and balls bouncing and swaying as she moved. Dana shivered with anticipation as she watched her lover grasp the dick in question, gently and wondrously at first, then with fierce pleasure, before lining it up and pressing against the slick and swollen folds of her pussy. Both women gave whimpering, whining moans as they were joined, sounding more like dogs than people. They went slowly at first, getting used to the sensations, but the redhead's self-control soon faltered and she began thrusting rapidly and somewhat erratically.

"Fuck!" Penny said, gasping raggedly for breath. "In all my dreams, I never imagined it could be like this!" She seemed almost hypnotized by watching her shiny rod as she withdrew it and then plunged forward again, over and over.

"Tell me about your dreams," Dana panted, looking over her shoulder, idly noticing that her tail was waving back and forth in time to their love-making, almost like a metronome.

Penny's flushed skin grew even brighter and they briefly made eye contact before the redhead cast her gaze on Dana's back, still smooth except for a thin layer of fur on her neck and shoulders. "I told you already I fantasized about being a werewolf, or things like that," she finally replied, grasping her lover's hips more firmly as she concentrated on making deeper and somewhat slower penetrations. "Well, at least some of the time, I imagined... this, pretty much. Having a cock, and fucking a bitch with it. No offense!"

"None taken!" Dana grunted, enjoying the more rhythmic fucking they'd naturally fallen into. "I'm happy to be your bitch!"

"Oh, fuck!" Penny grumbled again, grabbing one of her breasts. "This is better than my dreams! The best of both worlds!" she added, squeezing her tit so hard it looked painful, then releasing it to give her lover a playful slap on the ass. "And you're so much sexier than the nameless, faceless bitches I conjured up. The fantasy was just having a dick and using it. Who was on the other end was never a big part of it, but that was a failure of imagination!"

Their conversation dwindled to occasional outbursts of appreciation as both women concentrated on their physical pleasures. Penny was soon resting her body atop Dana's, pressing her full breasts against her lover's back as their doggy-style sex got more and more like true animalistic rutting. Eventually they were communicating with nothing but whines and growls, but Dana again found she could understand the ideas behind the sounds perfectly well, albeit with less precision than words could have conveyed. Of course, the concepts they were sharing hardly needed exactness, such as 'deeper' or 'harder' or 'faster'.

Penny's knot began to swell and harden, slapping against Dana's lower lips almost painfully, indicating that her lover was getting close to a climax. She added force to her reciprocative thrusting, slamming their hips together, only belatedly realizing that she'd subconsciously transformed her legs into canine limbs to facilitate their love-making. The fleshy bulge suddenly forced its way into her folds, making both women howl and triggering their orgasms. Dana quivered with a curious feeling of completion, entirely forgetting the slight pain of her sex being distended by the thickened cock that was locked within her. Dreamily, she noted that Penny's penis and its cum had gotten intensely hot, far more so than she could recall Miguel's ever being, even after his own transformations. She was distracted by Penny's futile efforts to disengage, chuckling quietly at the feeling of the woman trying to extract the swollen bulge of her member.

"Well, we seem to be stuck with each other for the next little while," Penny quipped, struggling for breath in the aftermath of her various exertions.

"I can't think of anyone I'd rather tie the knot with," Dana replied, contracting her vaginal muscles for emphasis. Suddenly realizing what she'd said, blood rushed back to her face and she hurriedly amended, "Um, I was just trying to make a pun, too. Sorry!" Penny's head was buried in Dana's dark hair, but she could feel her lover's breath hitch in response to the inadvertent innuendo, then slowly resume. The redhead apparently couldn't think of anything to say, so she contented herself with wrapping the slightly younger woman in an embrace and toppling them both over onto their sides. Dana was almost sorry to feel the comforting weight pressing her down vanish, but their new position carried its own pleasures. She concentrated on reverting her legs to human proportions, thinking she looked silly and lopsided with the canine limbs but a human torso. Penny noticed the transformation and began stroking Dana's lightly-furred human thigh as it grew back to its normal size and conformation.

"Don't get me wrong, you're a beautiful woman any day of the month," Penny whispered into her ear. "But I've got to confess, seeing you in these intermediate states is incredibly hot."

"I'm glad you like it," Dana said quietly. Her arousal was already beginning to build again, and she expected that the two of them would resume fucking as soon as the knot subsided enough to allow it. She was almost thankful for that distraction, as it would probably help her ignore the embarrassment and elation she'd momentarily felt when she'd implied that Penny was, or at least would be, her mate. Afraid that the topic might come up again, she performed the minor act of concentration required to trigger her contagious libido, intending to spend at least the next several hours lost to feral carnality.

Penny sniffed the air with interest, growling softly, and Dana could feel the woman's cock twitching and throbbing inside her. Wincing at the pain, she tried to pull free of the knot, dragging the redhead behind her as she tumbled off the bed, which finally accomplished the goal. Getting to her hands and knees quickly, the brunette weredog barked playfully, inviting her lover to play. Penny, who had instinctively tried to lick her cock clean but lacked the flexibility to do so, happily abandoned her efforts in favor of chasing Dana around the room, barking and howling.

Thursday Morning (August 3)

Elena was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and checking the news, when Stacia wandered in, looking tousled and more than half asleep. Her roommate blearily admired the blonde's nude form, giving a brief smile before groping for a mug in the cabinet and preparing her own morning brew. The brunette's body was only slightly concealed beneath a tiny, lacy set of underwear, leaving her ass and nipples on prominent display.

"I'm surprised to see you up this early, considering how late you got in," Elena remarked, crossing her fingers that Stacia's dress and behavior indicated she was in one of her less homophobic moods.

"Work," Stacia replied dully. "Can't be helped."

"Well, at least the club is closed on Thursdays," Elena said. "You'll be able to rest for a change." She knew that her roommate had made some new friends at the goth bar she'd discovered, but it was definitely somewhat out of character for her to be spending so much time there, and it was starting to get suspicious. Stacia merely grunted in reply as she slumped in her chair, robotically drinking her coffee and trying to wake up.

"What goes on there, incidentally?" Elena asked, taking the relative silence as an opportunity to press the issue.

"Normal stuff," Stacia said, rubbing one of her eyes with a knuckle. "You know. Dancing, hanging out, drinking. Same as any club."

"Well, I just don't get why you spend so much time there lately," Elena said with a sigh. "Considering nothing special is going on."

Stacia grinned slightly and spoke in a teasing voice, letting her eyes roam the blonde's curves. "Feeling a little jealous? Maybe tonight I'll tie you up and give you a spanking for being nosy."

Elena's nipples tightened and her breath hitched as she belatedly realized that she had been feeling a little left out, with one roommate off having doggie sex and the other out clubbing for the last couple of nights. She blushed and directed her eyes down to her coffee, quietly saying, "I probably do deserve a spanking for that."

Stacia's bare foot caressed one of Elena's own as the brunette said, "Well, that's decided, then. But I think I'll make you give me a pedicure first. You should spend the day learning how, if you don't already know. I can send you some links, if you like."

"That would be helpful, thank you," the blonde replied demurely, somewhat excited at the idea of being given an assignment. "I promise I'll do a good job."

"You'd better!" Stacia replied, winking. "If my toes aren't adorable, I won't spank you!"

~~~

Miguel fought his compulsion and stayed in bed, waiting for his roommates to leave. He was exhausted, ravenous, and light-headed, but above all else he wanted to avoid being pestered for more of his cum, as they had done when he'd arrived near sunrise. It had been something of a shock to encounter them all that early, suggesting that they might be developing something akin to jizz addictions as well. He stroked his shaft absently, counting it a minor victory that he'd at least coerced them into paying him for his 'secret stash' before they'd grudgingly allowed him to get a few hours of sleep, after promising to renew their stock by the time they got home that evening.

With the sound of the front door closing for the third time, Miguel wearily got to his feet and went to the window, peeking out carefully to make sure all their cars were gone. Once assured that he was truly alone in the house, he slouched his way into the kitchen and began eating and drinking in a rush, pausing only long enough to spray some of his food with semen for extra seasoning. He took some time to message Fawn, whom he had once again been reluctantly neglecting thanks to his semi-captivity at the club. When his phone rang a few minutes later he hesitated, unsure of whether or not he wanted to talk, but finally accepted the call just before it got sent to voicemail.

"Hey babe! Sorry for being so out of touch lately," Miguel said immediately. "How've you been?"

"Lonely and horny!" Fawn whined, and he could clearly imagine her exaggerated pout as she said it. "I really miss your magnificent dick and delicious spermies!"

"Ugh, please don't ever use that word around me again," Miguel replied. "There have to be at least a dozen better euphemisms."

"Tell me when I can get some more of it and I'll call it whatever you like!" Fawn said, sounding needy, although he thought she was aiming for seductive and slightly missing.

"How about tomorrow night?" Miguel suggested automatically, although he didn't mean to. His face conveyed shock and worry, although his lover couldn't see it. "Some friends and I are going to this nightclub, you'd be welcome to join us! I'm sure we can find some time for fun."

"I'm not old enough to drink until December..." Fawn said hesitantly, trailing off.

"No worries, they'll just stamp your hand," Miguel responded. "Are you interested?"

"Well, yes, but remember how I said Megan was getting really 'friendly' since she met you?" Fawn said. "I'm, like, 99% certain she wants to hook up with us; she keeps asking me about when you're going to visit again. I was kind of hoping we could spend the night here and see where that leads."

Miguel would have liked nothing better than to jump at such an offer, but once again he found himself speaking words he didn't intend. "Well, invite her to the club, too! We can sound her out together, and if she's interested, we can all leave a little early!"

Fawn hesitated for several seconds before replying, "Okay. I mean, I'll ask her if she wants to come along. She's not much of a partier usually."

"I'll text you the details in a little while," Miguel said, doing his best not to talk with his mouth full. "I'm sorry, but I've gotta finish eating and then run some errands. I'll see you tomorrow night! And Megan, if she's interested."

The two finished saying their goodbyes and Miguel dropped his phone on the table with disgust and fear. It was bad enough to be caught in some kind of mystical trap, but far worse to think that he was being used as bait to ensnare others.

~~~

"I don't understand how that happened!" Penny said incredulously, staring at her naked but definitively human and female body in the mirror. Her bush had remained exceptionally thick following the unexpected transformation and reversion, but when she parted the rusty curls she could easily see her vaginal lips, right where they were supposed to be, looking slightly puckered but quite womanly.

"I don't know either," Dana offered, sitting on the nearby bed and also staring at the redhead's reflection. "I mean, clearly something we did caused you to turn into a weredog, too... but I can't imagine why it would involve a sex change!"

Penny poked a finger into her pussy, probing cautiously. "Well, it seems to be back to normal, as far as I can tell." After a few moments of soft squelching noises, she added, "I can't feel any balls lurking in there, at least."

Dana gave a small snort of laughter and said, "I think it creates things like that at need." She slapped a hand on the bedsheets, causing small tufts of discarded fur to waft around. "At least you didn't shed your mystery dick."

"That would be horrifying," Penny agreed, conversationally. She removed her finger and straightened up, turning around to face Dana and adding, "I'm very glad I arranged for a couple of days off, though. We need to get to the bottom of this transformation business."

"What are you suggesting we do?" Dana inquired, looking confused and wary.

"I want all the details about how you became a weredog, please," Penny said, taking her lover's hands in her own to make the demand seem less harsh. "I get that you're reluctant to discuss it, and while I was just a hook-up for you it was fine to keep some things to yourself. But it looks like I'm really a part of the show now, and I deserve to know the truth."

Dana took a deep breath and let out a ragged sigh, nodding her head reluctantly. "Can you drive me back home, please? I'll tell you all I know on the way there."

Penny smiled and nodded, saying teasingly, "As long as you promise not to stick your head out the window."

Thursday Night (August 3)

"I hope you cleaned up all the hair in the tub," Stacia remarked teasingly as she eyed Dana's smooth, nude curves. The woman apparently had extremely fast-growing body hair, which hadn't been obvious until she'd adopted nudism a little while back. Earlier in the day she'd been almost furry, but had evidently taken the time to remove every follicle beneath her neck for whatever reason, and Stacia found herself admiring the view.

"Of course," Dana replied, getting a tiny smirk in the corner of her mouth at seeing Elena on her knees, kissing and caressing Stacia's feet. The blonde was nude also, with glowing pink cheeks above and below. Her face was flushed with what Stacia assumed was a mix of lust and embarrassment, while her ass was glowing as a result of the spanking she'd earned. "I thought we were going to keep the sex confined to our rooms," Dana added, glancing at Stacia's partially exposed and glistening pussy.

"Well, if this little slut earns herself an orgasm, it'll be in private," the domme said with a grin, tousling the blonde's hair. "This is just discipline and training, not sex."

Dana hummed skeptically but continued into the kitchen without further comment. When she reappeared a few minutes later, carrying a cup of tea and a sandwich, she announced, "I'm going to be studying for a few hours. I'll probably have an episode before I go to sleep, so don't come knocking on my door unless you want to get your freak on."

"I might take you up on that!" Stacia said with a wink. "Lord knows this dumb cunt probably can't satisfy me, assuming she can even get me turned on." She was pretty sure both of her roommates could tell she was just role-playing, considering that her arousal should have been plainly obvious to the other women, but neither of them called her out on it. Getting a sudden feeling of inspiration, she blurted out, "Say, would you two like to come to the club with me tomorrow night? It feels like it's been ages since we all had a girls' night out."

Dana and Elena both looked surprised and glanced at one another before turning their eyes to Stacia. "I'm not really into the goth scene..." Dana said haltingly.

"Don't worry about it!" Stacia replied, waving her hand. "It's not like there's an official dress code or anything, even if most of the patrons look the same. We can just dance and get a few drinks, and if you don't like it, you can leave whenever you want to."

"I guess that would be okay," Elena offered. "I'm kind of curious to meet your new friends."

"I've told them lots about both of you!" Stacia said with a bright smile. "They're really keen to be introduced!"

Sighing quietly, Dana nodded her head, saying, "I suppose it'll be okay. I probably won't stay very late, though, just so you know. I'm still a little leery of being out in public too long in case I have another episode."

"Let me know if you need to, um, pre-game for it!" Elena said, somehow managing to blush even more brightly.

"Back to your task, you bimbo!" Stacia said sternly, using one of her feet to push the blonde's head down. "Do whatever you feel is necessary," she added, looking at Dana. "I'd think your pills or whatever should be reliable enough for a few hours downtown. Although it might actually be funny if the whole club turned into an orgy!"

"Funny for you, maybe," Dana said, shaking her head. "Well, you two enjoy yourselves. Good night!"

Stacia watched the woman's ass wobble as she walked down the hall, then turned her attention back to Elena. "You know what? I think she has the right idea. Let's adjourn to my bedroom. You'll show me how good you are at eating my pussy, and I'll whip you with a belt if you're doing it well. Sound agreeable?"

"Yes, mistress!" Elena gushed. "Thank you, mistress!"

"Excellent! Then you can crawl on ahead of me, you submissive little twat," Stacia said with a smile, taking a moment to rub her crease as she watched the blonde scramble away, thighs lightly shining from her leaking moisture. Following her toy down the hall, she laughed happily while swatting the girl's ass playfully.

Late Thursday Night (August 3)

Dana stretched, feeling stiff from sitting at her desk for several hours trying to get caught up on classwork. She'd found it challenging to concentrate on her remote learning studies under ideal circumstances, and listening to her roommates having moderately noisy and enthusiastic sex on the other side of a thin wall was highly distracting. If it hadn't been for the preceding three nights of kinky sex, she wondered if her natural arousal would have built to the point where she tried to join in. As it was, she'd had a finger or two in her cleft for the last hour, providing a gentle but insistent pleasure. It was her best defense against closing her laptop and either jilling herself with an ear to the wall or else begging them for playtime.

Elena and Stacia seemed to be taking a break, or perhaps they'd finally satiated themselves, and Dana was a little surprised that her own contagious libido hadn't fired up. Not wanting to be woken up in the middle of the night with a need for sex, lest she do something regrettable in a half-conscious state, she activated her power with the intent of rubbing herself to as many climaxes as she could have in two hours, give or take the random time adjustment. Just as she felt the first subtle stirrings of the heat, her phone rang.

"Gah!" Dana gasped, jumping in surprise. Few people called her, all of whom had a particular ringtone, and unknown numbers were sent directly to voicemail, so it was a little shocking to hear the default chimes. Glancing at the screen she saw that it was Penny calling, belatedly realizing that she hadn't yet assigned her new friend a customized sound. It seemed rather late for the redhead to be up, which gave Dana a shiver of premonitory anxiety, worried that something was wrong. After she'd spilled all the beans she knew about her condition and the sex-zapping device, her first worry was that her impetuous lover might have somehow already gotten herself into trouble trying to learn more. With her lust steadily becoming more insistent, she knew she'd have to talk fast to find out what was going on.

Accepting the call, Dana said, "Penny! Is everything okay? I can't talk long!" Before she could explain her need for speed, however, an unrecognized voice interrupted her.

"Penny isn't available at the moment," said the stranger. Dana thought it was a woman, albeit one with a rather deep voice. "She's going to be our 'guest' for a few days. But she wanted us to let you know how frightened she is."

"What?!" Dana exclaimed, sitting upright and feeling her chest tighten with panic. "Are you telling me she's a prisoner?! What're you going to do to her?!" She had a pretty fair idea of who was calling, at least in a general sense, although she wasn't sure how the knowledge would be helpful.

"We're going to have some fun with her," the strange voice said, sounding somehow sinister and nonchalant at the same time. "Of course, we might be willing to release her into your custody, in exchange for certain... assurances. After all, you're the one responsible for her condition."

Dana was surprised by the suggestion of a possible bargain, not to mention their apparent awareness of Penny's recent transformation. She tried to remember the details of what Dr. Eriksen had told her about his rival faction, but her lust was starting to overpower her fear, and neither feeling was conducive to racking her memory. Her thoughts kept diverting directly back to an irritated lament that the man hadn't even given her a way to reach out to him in an emergency.

"I can hear you breathing, Ramos," the voice said coldly, sounding somewhat impatient. "If you care about your friend at all, you'll meet us tomorrow night to discuss her fate."

Panting with need, Dana gritted her teeth and asked, "Where? When?"

Sounding more conversational again, the voice replied, "I will text you the details. Don't try to get any of your friends involved, nor that oaf that calls himself a scientist. If we get even a hint of betrayal, you'll never see this bitch again." The call abruptly ended, and Dana growled in frustration as she dropped the phone on her desk, freeing her hand to tease a nipple. She was rummaging in her drawer for a sex toy when the promised message arrived, specifying an address downtown at eleven o'clock the following night.

Tears leaked from her eyes, but her guilt and fear for Penny's safety weren't strong enough to overpower the fire in her loins. Dana muttered, "I'm so sorry!" as she began plunging a slender, buzzing vibrator deep into her pussy. She stumbled over to her bed, landing facedown with her ass in the air as she wetly played with herself, continuing to apologize with each thrust. Dana's first orgasm wiped her thoughts completely clean of any problems less immediate than her next climax.

Friday Morning (August 4)

"God, it's so delicious!" Ione exclaimed, although the words were slurred thanks to the mouthful of jizz she was savoring. They'd already filled one of the large specimen containers for the fertility clinic's official needs, but the nurse hadn't been able to resist sampling the second donation, which was to be shared amongst the staff, straight from the source.

"It sure is," Miguel agreed in a low voice, using his thumb to wipe away a fleck of semen from the woman's forehead and immediately sucking it clean. She didn't really notice, since she'd set the container carefully aside and was using her own fingers to help scrub her face free of any stray splashes.

"A pleasure as always, Miguel," the nurse said formally as she got to her feet, pulling her clothes back into place and concealing her breasts. The stag-man gave a wistful smile, noting that they'd reached a first-name basis and wondering if it had just happened, or if he'd simply failed to notice thanks to his preoccupation with being someone's cock-puppet.

"If you get a hankering for more and can't wait until Monday, you could meet up with me tonight," Miguel said, trying unsuccessfully to bite his tongue. "There's this club I go to most nights. They're pretty cool about people fooling around a bit if they get too hot and bothered."

Nurse Kingsley looked surprised at first, then uncomfortable, and started fidgeting with the wedding ring on her finger. "Um, I'm flattered and grateful that you'd ask, or offer, but... well, I can't really go clubbing. Not on short notice, anyway. Maybe next week!"

"No worries," Miguel soothed as he stood up. "Like I said, I go there often. Just let me know if you're gonna swing by." Pausing in the doorway, he added, "Why don't you pull my number from my file and send me a message? Just in case you have any cravings, you can call me, even if we meet somewhere else."

Ione bit her lower lip pensively and looked down at her hands, seeming to just notice how she was playing with her ring. She quickly put both arms behind her back and softly said, "I'll do that as soon as I'm done taking care of your donations."

"Great!" Miguel replied, smiling broadly even though he was alarmed. "See you sometime this weekend, maybe! If not... 'til Monday!"

~~~

Stacia and Elena were already gone when Dana stumbled out of her room. She growled in frustration, feeling anxious and impatient, nearly overcome by a desire to take some kind of action, even if it was just confiding in one of her friends for advice. Prowling back and forth in front of the couch, she glanced at her phone and debated trying to contact Cassie or Miguel. She quickly ruled out her ex-boyfriend, still feeling a little bit stung by his behavior toward her. After hesitating a few moments more, she reluctantly sent a call to the redhead, making a mental note not to mention Dr. Eriksen, thinking that it would raise too many questions she couldn't easily answer.

"Hey there, Dana!" Cassandra said in greeting, sounding like she was still half asleep.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry!" Dana replied anxiously.

"It's fine!" Cassie said, followed by the sound of a big yawn. An indistinct voice in the background asked who was calling, and then the phone was muffled as the dog-girl presumably answered the question. A few moments later she was back and added, "My new roommate and I were up late last night. She was asking about you, but she's off to the bathroom now, so we can talk freely. How's it going?"

"Well... not great," Dana said ruefully. "I need your help, or at least some advice."

"Oh, really?" asked Cassandra, sounding intrigued. "What about?"

Dana gave her friend a synopsis of her relationship with Penny, the inexplicable transformation, and the subsequent capture and ransom demand. Thinking fast, she extemporized an explanation she thought might pass inspection. "You remember how I went to the police and they dropped the charges?"

"Vaguely," replied Cassie. "Was there something about a... doctor?" Her voice carried confusion, so Dana hurried on, hoping to pave over the holes in the redhead's memory before they demanded filling.

"Yeah, apparently there are some groups who know about things like the remote, or who deal with people affected by them," Dana rushed to say. "They let me off with a warning to be more careful, but also alerted me that there's a kind of organized crime group who have the same knowledge, and similar powers."

"Why is this the first I'm hearing about it?" Cassie wondered, aggrieved. "It seems like they'd make it a point to contact people like me!"

"Probably nothing you've done has set off their warning bells," Dana said. "I mean, the basis of your attributes or whatever is that most anything you do is publicly acceptable. My two things both work differently."

"I guess that makes sense..." Cassie drawled, then her attention seemed to snap to focus. "But back to the important thing: you think Penny's been captured by some kind of magic mafia?"

"More or less," Dana said with a sigh, relieved that the conversation didn't get completely derailed. "They want me to meet with them tonight. I'm not sure if they're planning to try blackmail or some other kind of extortion. The other faction, the one that works with the police, said they're not known for being violent, but I don't know what they might be able to do to people, given that they're supposed to have traits, too."

"Dang," Cassie muttered. "Everything we know about is sex-related in some way. They're probably molesting your friend, and that's a best-case scenario."

"I know," Dana said grimly. "I can't stop obsessing about it. I feel sick to my stomach, but I don't think there's anything I can do but take the meet and hope for the best."

"I can't think of a better alternative," Cassandra agreed, morose. "You want me to come with you? I don't know what help I can be, but I'd feel bad to let you walk in there alone, even if it's a trap. Hell, especially if it's a trap."

"I appreciate it," Dana said, her vision getting blurry with tears. "Any support is welcome. I'll forward you the details in a few minutes." Her emotions welled up and nearly made her choke, but she managed to add, "I won't forget this."

"It's the least I can do after everything that's happened," Cassie said tenderly. "Do you want me to pick you up when it's time?"

"Actually, my roommates want me to go to some club downtown with them tonight," Dana replied. "I doubt I'll be great company, but I can spend an hour or two with them before I leave for the rendezvous. It can't be worse than sitting around here worrying."

"Alright," Cassandra agreed, followed by more sounds of muffled speech from her end. "My new roommate, Tara, sends her greetings. I'll have to introduce the two of you sometime. But anyway, yeah, send me the deets, and let me know if the plan changes. If I get any brainwaves about the problem, I'll let you know."

"Will do, and thanks again," Dana said, sniffling slightly. "I love you."

"Love you, too!" Cassie replied, sounding surprised and pleased. "See you tonight!"

Friday Night (August 4)

"There! Perfect!" announced Stacia, attaching a leash to the collar Elena was wearing. The blonde was blushing furiously, but her thighs were working back and forth against one another, indicating that she was deeply aroused despite her half-hearted protests. She'd objected to wearing the thin, lacy black dress without underwear, which made no sense to the brunette, considering the fact that the girl was typically nude all the time at home. She'd whined about the gothic make-up Stacia had wheedled her into sporting, but her nipples had leapt to attention once she saw herself in the mirror. She'd begged not to be adorned with the collar, borrowed from Dana, but had submitted quickly in the end.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather wear this instead?" Elena asked hopefully, almost whimpering, and doing her best to make puppy dog eyes at the collar's owner. Stacia grinned as the girl's last-ditch effort failed.

"Nah, I'm probably not going to stay very late," Dana said, trying not to smirk too much. "Besides, it really ties your look together."

Elena whined again, then yelped slightly when Stacia tugged on the leash. "You heard the woman, slut! Now let's get going, I've been waiting all day for a chance to show you off!"

Stacia made sure to take pictures and video as she led the other two women out of their apartment and into her car. There was a time not too long ago when she might have balked at posting such things on her social accounts. Cute and sexy, yes, but slutty and kinky? Not worth the risk. She'd been basking in the adoration generated by her latest offerings, though, and looked forward to pushing the envelope. She frowned when she noticed Dana's nude form in the background of several, wondering if her bare tits would result in a deleted post or suspended account. After a moment, though, she mentally shrugged and uploaded it anyway. If it was fine for the woman to wander around town naked, surely it would be fine on the internet as well. Her last lingering concern was whether or not the presence of the nudist chick would upstage her.

~~~

Dana could hear the throbbing of bass as they approached the converted warehouse that apparently contained Stacia's favorite club. She'd been too nervous to concentrate on much during the ride, but there was a pretty short queue for entrance. Claiming she could get them bumped to the front of the line, the brunette had handed over Elena's leash to its actual owner and flounced away to talk to the gatekeeper. People were smirking at the trio as they waited; the blonde simply stared at her feet, and Dana wasn't much more comfortable. Seeking any distraction, she decided to map the address for her meeting later that night, so she'd know how long it would take to get there.

It took several moments of puzzlement before Dana realized that the pin indicating the address was partially obscured by her location marker. Worried, she zoomed in closer, confirming that she was already there. She felt her hackles raise and scanned the small number of other patrons, then searched the shadows and surrounding area for threats. Feeling her heart beginning to race, she nearly jumped when Stacia returned and snatched away the leash. "We're in! Follow me!"

Starting to panic, Dana quickly fired off a text to Cassie to tell her the club she was at was the place, asking her to hurry. She scurried to catch up to her friends, pressing against Elena's back in her rush. "We're in danger!" she whispered to the blonde, but it seemed like the girl couldn't hear the quiet words through the music and other ambient noise. Then the door was wrenched open and Stacia entered, effectively pulling both of them in after her.

Dana's eyes adjusted very quickly to the mix of shade and strobing lights, reflexively transforming just enough to maximize her visual acuity. That didn't stop her from blinking in confusion when Stacia suddenly stepped out of her dress and handed it to an androgynous goth sitting at the coat check. Before she could voice a question or express her concerns, a thought intruded into her mind. She could tell, somehow, that it wasn't her own idea, but it was nevertheless compelling. "I should get down on all fours like the bitch I am." As she obeyed the directive, she was aware of Elena also stripping, albeit jerkily, as if she was resisting. But shortly, all three roommates were crawling toward the dance floor, naked and at the center of a jeering crowd.

~~~

"This is where a submissive slut like yourself belongs," boomed the alien voice in Elena's head. Every syllable made her eyes water with pain, worse than the most severe migraine she'd ever experienced. The pain distracted her mind and her body followed the instructions as best it could, moving somewhat robotically as her frayed nerves seemed unequal to the task of conveying both commands and pain signals at the same time. Her roommates got ahead of her as they crawled, both of them able to move more fluidly or gracefully than the cringing blonde.

As they passed the bar on their way to the recessed dancing area, Elena noticed that Miguel was there, jerking off into a martini glass. The sight was alarming enough that it almost jarred her out of the trance she seemed to be in, and she abruptly realized that they must have all been captured by the people Dr. Eriksen had warned them about. Some kind of mind control, or at least body control, seemed like the only rational explanation for their behavior. She wondered if Stacia, and perhaps Miguel, had been used as bait, or if it was just coincidence that they all showed up at the same club that night along with their attacker, or attackers.

Reaching the center of the encircling crowd, Elena saw that they weren't the only spectacle on display. A couple of women she vaguely recognized from school were in a spotlight of sorts, putting on a show. It wasn't particularly shocking to see a nude hybrid, although something seemed off about that idea to her. Nevertheless, a naked cow-woman was leashed to a support column while the other nude girl milked her udder into an array of glasses, passing them to the crowd once they contained a mouthful of the creamy liquid. Both ladies had a kind of glazed expression on their faces, which made Elena think they were acting under duress as well. The music suddenly stopped, and although it was still noisy thanks to people in the crowd conversing, it was no longer a deafening din.

"You came early," said a disapproving voice, as a tall person stepped out of the mass of onlookers, staring down disdainfully at the suddenly cowering Dana. "And with friends, of a sort. I'm very disappointed in you." Elena couldn't decide if the person was male or female, as certain elements of their speech, posture, dress, and demeanor seemed to convey conflicting suggestions. Deciding it didn't really matter, she wondered if that was the person responsible for controlling them, or if there were accomplices, still unseen.

The speaker glanced down at Stacia, who was kissing their feet, and smiled coldly. "Or perhaps I caught you more easily than I realized. Tell me, my little boot-lick, do you know that bitch over there?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Stacia croaked roughly, as if trying to avoid speaking. "She's my roommate!"

"Well, I suppose it makes sense, of a sort," said the supposed mistress, as if talking to themselves. "Whoever targeted them probably got the whole house." They strode over to Elena, with Stacia still crawling along behind, and crouched down to examine her more closely. "And what, pray tell, did they do to you, blondie?" the stranger asked, both verbally and mentally. The pain intensified, making Elena gasp as tears flooded from her eyes, but her throat forced out the words, "Nothing! I did it to myself!"

"What?!" came an exclamation from the crowd, and a goat-legged individual suddenly appeared in their midst, almost as if he'd been invisible, or perhaps teleported. "She did it to herself? She's the one with the device?!" He rushed over and began frisking Elena, making her recoil at his touch, which felt oily and too warm, like it was leaving a mark on her flesh.

"She's hardly likely to be concealing it on her person," the androgynous stranger remarked dryly, standing back up. "Someone bring me her dress, and anything else she had on her when she entered." It took only moments for the command to be carried out, and not much longer for the two assailants to determine there was nothing of interest to be found. "Well, let's try asking, shall we?" the mistress finally said. "Tell me, blondie, who has the device?"

Elena gritted her teeth, struggling as hard as she could against the mental assault, holding on to her pain like a life preserver. She knew instinctively that she couldn't lie, but a cunning part of her mind realized that giving Cassie's name probably wouldn't mean anything to her attackers, even if the redhead still had the device, and doing so would only prolong the excruciating interrogation. Sobbing, she answered, "Dog girl!"

"Is that so?" mused the goat-man, turning to look thoughtfully at Dana, who was quivering with fear nearby. "Surely she's not concealing it, either. Is the blonde slut lying?"

"No," replied the mistress, firmly. "She's hard to read, but I've no doubt she gave an honest answer."

"Perhaps we should search their vehicle?" the goat-man suggested, but uncertainly. "I can't imagine she'd leave it unprotected, though."

"I think there's no need," the mistress said. "Not yet, anyway." Addressing someone in the crowd, they said, "Bring out the redhead."

For a moment, Elena was terrified that Cassie had already been caught, but the captive turned out to be someone else. From Dana's reaction, though, it was clear she knew the woman, a slightly chubby redhead who looked to be a few years older than them. She, too, was naked, collared, and leashed, but the presence of a ball gag and muffled screaming suggested that it had proven difficult, if not impossible, to silence the ginger by supernatural means. Elena deduced that it was probably Penny, the vet tech Dana had told her about, and seeing her defiance gave the blonde a surge of hope that resistance might not be futile after all.

"Well, Dana, here we are anyway," the mistress said, crouching down to talk to the cringing woman. "And perhaps our meeting is more fortuitous than I'd realized. We wanted to get to know you, because you have an ability that our... organization would find useful. Assuming that you're of compatible character." The stranger stroked Dana's hair, making her whine and try to draw back. "The offer we intended to make still stands."

"What offer?" Dana asked fearfully. "What do you want from me?"

"Haven't you realized?" the goat-man said, snorting contemptuously. "You cause terror when you transform. Except in dog-loving sluts like this," he added, aiming a kick at Penny, who did her best to snarl through the gag, glaring daggers. "Doubtless that oafish troll told you what we desire when he visited you."

"You want me to scare people? That's it?" Dana asked incredulously.

"That's the gist of it," the mistress said, amused. "In exchange for which, we will return your ill-mannered cur."

Sneering, the goat-man scoffed, "She's not even any fun anymore. It didn't take long for her terror to transmute to rage. Bravery is foolish and unpalatable, and I'll be glad to see the last of her."

"This doesn't make any sense," Dana replied, trying not to whimper. "Are you keeping everyone here against their will?"

"Nearly," the mistress answered. "Most don't even know they're being controlled by the time they leave, like this little foot-slave you live with." Directing a withering look at Stacia, they added, "She's a disgrace to vampires."

Elena startled, suddenly guessing what the androgynous stranger probably was, or at least what they were presenting themselves as. She wasn't sure how that knowledge could benefit them, but it was one more piece of the puzzle.

"Let's cut to the chase," the goat-man said, producing a device that looked similar to the one Elena had used on herself, almost as if it had been conjured out of thin air. "We want the Fetishizer. We know you have it, or at least had it. If we pair it with my Intensifier, we'll be able to triumph at last."

"She's not going to understand the nuances of our conflict," the mistress said with an arched eyebrow. "But perhaps you can demonstrate the advantages of becoming our ally?"

Laughing cruelly, the goat-man replied, "Gladly." He pointed his remote at Penny and said, "With our help, you can unlock the full potential of your powers. Observe!" Pushing a button caused no visible effect other than the reaction of the redhead, who began squirming and screaming through her gag.

Elena watched, shocked and appalled, as the woman began transforming in front of her eyes, somewhat akin to how it happened with Dana, but much more rapidly and perhaps painfully. Fur sprouted and raced to cover her skin. Bones cracked and reshaped as her limbs transformed into those of a dog, and the metamorphosis even included an erect penis, much to Elena's shock. Her head was the last part to shift, and it caused the ball gag to fall free. She barely managed to bark out, "Dana! Don't listen to them!" before her voice devolved into true barking. In the span of less than twenty seconds, the redhead had been replaced by a human-sized cocker spaniel.

It was only then that Elena realized they were surrounded by a panicked crowd, running back and forth in terror, yet somehow not managing to find, or even seek, the exits. She could only guess that they'd been conditioned or otherwise restricted from escaping, the better to feed their captors. She also noticed that Dog-Penny was snarling, trying to attack their captors, but being restrained by a combination of the leash and what proved to be a shock collar. Wondering if the transformation might have freed her mind of the compulsions the vampire had installed, Elena focused as hard as she ever had and managed to break her silence, albeit with agonizing pain, and scream, "Dana! Release the hounds!"

~~~

Dana was feeling as weak and powerless as she ever had, watching with horror as her friend and lover was turned into a dog. She was terrified that the effect of the new remote control was permanent, considering that the pair using it seemed to have abilities beyond what she possessed, or had heard of. Before she could think too much on the subject, though, the cold stranger had locked eyes with her and began a mental assault far more crushing than the mere compulsions she'd been forced to obey thus far.

"TELL ME WHERE THE DEVICE IS!" boomed the monster's voice in her mind, making Dana tremble violently and lose control of her bladder. "SURRENDER NOW!" Resistance was impossible; the pain was beyond anything she'd imagined. Capitulation and subservience were the only option. Dana slumped to the ground, defeated, and tilted her head back, showing her throat. She began mumbling disjointed words in an effort to give her tormentor the answers she demanded.

"Dana! Release the hounds!" came dimly to the weredog's awareness, and she wasn't sure who had said it. In her addled, broken state of mind, it was just one more command, and she instinctively obeyed. Her body and mind began morphing into her sheepdog form, and moment by moment, the anguish of being controlled receded along with her humanity, dropping away as if it had fallen off a cliff. In a flash of clarity and understanding, she realized the vampire creature couldn't control animals, or at least not as well. She acted instinctively, no longer dominated and submissive, but a dog defending her pack. With a snarl, she launched her partially transformed body at the androgynous mind-controller.

The mistress let out a shriek, barely able to get an arm between their throat and Dana's lunging maw. The weredog bit down hard, feeling her fangs pierce the flesh yet tasting no blood. Shaking her whole body with rage, she easily knocked her victim to the ground and had the satisfaction of feeling bones break between her jaws, and heard a crunching sound as the whole arm was dislocated at the shoulder. She released her grip, wanting to go for the throat again, but she heard Stacia say, "Dana! Look out!"

Turning quickly, the weredog saw the goat-man trying to aim his device at her. She wasn't sure what it might do, but she had no interest just then of finding out. Moving with a speed she didn't realize she was capable of, she closed the distance between them and attacked. She couldn't tell if her target had managed to get off a shot or not, but nothing prevented her from slamming into his body and knocking him to the ground, feeling her partially transformed claws raking across his chest and drawing blood. The remote control flew out of his hand as he used both arms to protect his head and throat from Dana, who was joined moments later by a snarling Penny, both slashing at their former captive with slavering fangs.

"You will pay for this insolence!" screamed the mistress, who had regained their feet and was glaring at them with flashing red eyes. The human part of Dana's mind was still held in an iron vise, but she managed to communicate to her dog-self that if the vampire and her friend fed on fear, they were no doubt gorging on the panic surrounding them. The only hope for victory was to end the terror, and Dana knew she was uniquely capable of doing that. As she concentrated on unleashing her contagious libido and turning the captive audience into a massive orgy, Dana realized that doing so might also be the best way to attract the attention of Dr. Eriksen and his hapless allies, if it was true they fed on lust.

~~~

Miguel had watched the confrontation unfold from his spot behind the bar, paralyzed by mental commands as well as fear. He didn't know exactly what was happening, except that Dana had transformed and seemed to turn the tables on two strangers, who were presumably the ones responsible for his and Stacia's enslavement, not to mention the depraved indignity Fawn and Megan had been subjected to when they met him there earlier in the evening. He'd lost track of the cow-girl and his doe in the ensuing confusion, and could only hope they were okay.

"You will pay for this insolence!" screamed the pale, androgynous stranger Dana had attacked. Miguel could see the person had gleaming eyes and prominent fangs, and he quickly deduced the improbable truth. His legs started working finally, if haltingly, as he stumbled toward the conflict, wondering whose side he was going to join. The vampire succeeded in knocking the two dogs away from its partner and helping him to his cloven feet. One or both of them seemed to launch some kind of psychic attack against Dana and the giant cocker spaniel, who both yelped and contorted in apparent pain.

It was when the two strangers picked up hostages that Miguel finally snapped completely free of his conditioning. The vampire was holding Stacia, apparently making ready to bite her throat, while the goat-man had happened to grab Fawn, using the naked girl as a human shield. Bugling with rage, the stag-man launched himself at the pair from behind, lowering his head just before reaching them. Both antlers pierced the vampire in the chest, shattering ribs front and back, and likely puncturing at least one lung, judging by the burbling noise the creature made as Stacia broke free of its grip. Surging with adrenaline, Miguel wasted no time slamming into the goat-man, using the other one's body as a battering ram and knocking all three of them to the ground. He bellowed with satisfaction when the goat-hybrid screamed painfully, feeling the tip of one of his antlers sinking into him somewhere.

It took substantial effort for Miguel to free himself from the pile, especially considering how the vampire was flopping around like a broken animatronic figure, twitching and convulsing, albeit probably not lethally wounded despite the gory sight of its mangled torso. He was momentarily shocked and disgusted to realize he had a massive erection, horrified to think that such violence could have aroused him, but then he realized that it was Dana's contagious lust at work, recognizing the familiar sensations. He aimed a kick at the goat-man's crotch for good measure, hearing a very satisfying squeal of pain, before he started casting about the room, looking for one or more of his preferred partners.

Early Saturday Morning (August 5)

Dana was hazy and disoriented, just aware enough to wonder if she was delirious. She noticed sensations, and she gradually deduced that she was very horny and, luckily, being fucked hard. Bits and pieces of the conflict reassembled themselves slowly, allowing her to realize that she was in her dog form, being fucked by a fully transformed Penny, whom she recognized both by scent and by the feeling of her throbbing organ. As her attentions broadened, she was a little surprised that she could sort out her lover's smell amidst the chaotic mélange of spilled sexual fluids that saturated the room they were in.

Pale contorted bodies surrounded them, and for several moments Dana was fearful that the crowd had been massacred by their captors. Her keen senses eventually assured her that all the ones she could perceive were alive, though, and their corpse-like demeanors were the result of sexual exhaustion and their sense of gothic style or aesthetics. Penny whined piercingly as she released a flood of hot cum into Dana's depths, triggering a small but gratifying climax in the bitch, helping her to calm down a little in its aftermath.

"Are you back with us?" asked an amused voice. Dana's ears lifted slightly as she turned her head to see Cassie, who was helping a petite nude goth woman strap a skinny man onto a stretcher, his semi-rigid cock still waving feebly in the air, shiny with someone's secretions. "You two looked pretty intense, and I know better than most not to get between a dog and its bone!" the redhead said, her eyes twinkling while her own tail wagged.

Dana let out a canine moan at the pun and concentrated on trying to transform her body back to human. She made it about halfway, leaving her with a womanly shape but some dog-like features, before succumbing to exhaustion and giving up. She was still knotted with Penny, who had turned around so they were ass-to-ass and was tugging experimentally at their union. "Are we safe?" Dana croaked out.

"For the time being," came the deep voice of Dr. Eriksen from nearby. "Judging from the evidence, I would say that your plan was quite successful. Assuming, of course, that your libido didn't erupt spontaneously."

"Is everyone okay?" Dana asked, struggling to get her head higher, instinctively sniffing the air for clues, even though her nose was at least mostly human again.

"There were no life-threatening injuries," Dr. Eriksen replied, walking into Dana's field of view and putting a gentle restraining hand on her shoulder. "A few people have some minor bumps and bruises sustained during their panic, and quite a few of them are dehydrated after four hours of passionate exertion." He smiled, then added, "I hope you feel up to answering some questions soon, but for now, I believe you and your friends saved a lot of people from indignity, or worse."

"What about Penny, though?" Dana asked urgently. "Did that thing he had turn her into a dog forever?" The sharp stab of despair and anxiety she experienced at voicing her fear made her realize how deeply she'd come to feel about her new friend, despite how little time they'd known one another. She had a few seconds of introspection, wondering if she'd be willing to stay in her dog form so they could be together, but the strange fantasy subsided quickly at the answer she received.

"No, she should be fine by tonight," Dr. Eriksen said soothingly. "It's a temporary intensification, lasting about a day. It does tend to persist longer the more it's used on the same subject, so theoretically it might eventually become permanent with repeated applications, but that's not pertinent in this case."

Finally able to relax a little, Dana allowed herself to slump back to the ground, scanning the crowd for her other friends while she waited for the swelling of Penny's cock to likewise subside.

~~~

Miguel huffed with mild irritation as he extracted his semi-rigid prick from Fawn's sex. His doe was passed out with her head in Megan's lap, where it was partially obscured by the cow-girl's udder. He watched with satisfaction as his semen dribbled out of the blonde's stretched hole, reaching down with a finger to swipe a taste of their mixed essences. Fawn stirred feebly and mumbled something, which made her roommate moo sleepily in response. The stag-man had vague memories of fucking the bovine hybrid at least once that night, and he expected his doe had been enjoying a cream pie whilst being railed.

Looking around the room, Miguel was surprised to notice how unfamiliar it seemed when it was brightly lit. Several strangers were moving through the exhausted crowd, helping people to their feet or otherwise tending to them. He saw a partially-transformed Dana with Cassie across the room, and was both jealous and slightly nauseated to see that his ex was locked in coitus with a reddish-colored dog, although he recalled that the canine in question was actually a woman, at least most of the time. He supposed that made it okay, more or less, even if it left him feeling uncomfortable and a little angry.

"I'm not gonna lie: that was a pretty fucking wild party," Megan announced, yawning and trying to gently extract herself from Fawn's embrace. "I don't think I'll be coming back, though. It's not really my scene." She lurched awkwardly to her feet, finding it hard to balance at first, then cast Miguel an apologetic glance. "No offense intended!"

"None taken," the stag man replied, wondering if he should try to wake the sleeping girl. "I think I've about had it with this place myself."

"You mind helping me get her back home?" the cow-girl asked, nudging her roommate with a toe while rubbing her udder as if it were sore. "I feel kind of grungy and really want a shower, but I wouldn't mind getting dirty with the two of you again afterwards. Especially if you're willing to milk me!"

She said it plainly and with a smile, not even trying to be suggestive or seductive, but something about the matter-of-factness made Miguel's dick twitch in anticipation. "Absolutely," he replied, standing up and then scooping the snoozing woman into his arms. Her eyes fluttered open briefly and she put her arms around his neck, but she quickly went back to sleep. Smiling at Megan, he added, "I need to have a quick word with my friends over there," tilting his head to point at Dana and Cassie with an antler. "It should only take a minute or two."

"I'll wait by the door, then," the cow-girl said distractedly, as she noticed fluid running down her thighs. She moved her udder from side to side with her hands to get a better view, then sighed melodramatically. "It looks like I need to visit the ladies' room first, anyway. I guess Fawn wasn't able to slurp out your whole load."

Miguel chuckled, then started walking towards his semi-estranged friends, hoping they'd have some answers about the fiends who had basically enslaved him.

~~~

Elena grimaced as she pulled on a discarded dress, feeling patches of cold wetness sliding along her skin. Even though most of the people in the crowd were at least partially naked, she felt humiliatingly exposed to be undressed in public, an emotion that was intensified after the traumatic events. She could tell from the feeling of her pussy that she'd been fucked at least once, but she had no idea which of the men might have done it. She quietly said a prayer that nothing terrible would come of it, then started looking around for her friends.

Stacia happened to be the first Elena located. Her roommate was sprawled out on the floor with a woman's toes in her mouth, which she appeared to be suckling in her sleep. Her vulva had a stretched look that suggested recent sex, even without the telltale drippings of semen decorating it. An unconscious man was on his back next to her, with one of her hands clutching feebly at his member.

Elena gently removed the stranger's foot and shook Stacia's shoulder, hissing, "Wake up! We need to leave!"

It took several seconds to rouse her friend, who stared around in confusion for a moment before her eyes went wide with alarm. "Dios mio! Are we still in the club? We need to leave!"

"That's what I just said!" Elena replied, mildly exasperated, as she helped her roommate stand up.

"It's a curse!" Stacia exclaimed. "They're, like, demons or witches or something! As soon as I leave I forget everything! I'm so sorry for luring you here, but I had no choice!"

"Don't worry about that just now," Elena said, scanning the ground for more discarded clothing. "We'll figure it out later. Escape first! Keep an eye out for Dana, though!"

In their panicked scramble to get away, it took the two friends a while to notice that the scene around them was not as urgent as they'd feared. "What the fuck?!" Stacia cried shrilly, pointing at Dana with an expression of horror on her face. "What did those monsters do to her?! She's fucking a dog! And it's turning her into a dog!"

"That's not quite right..." Elena said with a sigh, wondering how to explain the situation, given that she didn't know the full story herself. Fortunately, her roommate's outcry had attracted the others' attention, and they were being waved over to join them. Although Stacia seemed very reluctant to get closer, she was finally persuaded to do so, and they retreated into a storage area for a lengthy explanation while other people continued clearing the main room.

Between Cassie and Dr. Eriksen's tales, Elena finally got a pretty full picture of what was going on. In her case, it prompted the occasional feeling of illumination as the pieces she knew fitted together with what she learned, but it was clear that Stacia was gobsmacked, as were a couple of other women that seemed to be there with Miguel, one of whom was a hybrid, although that fact apparently wasn't considered worth remarking on.

"For your own safety, I recommend not discussing these matters with anyone else," Dr. Eriksen concluded, gesturing Cassie to put away the device that was ultimately responsible for everything. "You're part of a secret world now, so to speak. The collective, willful ignorance of the public will generally persist unless you force people to think about or confront reality, and that is your greatest protection."

"Can you fix us?" Stacia asked, raising her hand as if she were in class. "They did something to my mind or my memories. I forget about everything that happened here except when I'm... well, here. Not to mention all this vampire, foot-loving stuff you just told me about."

"Ah, yes," Dr. Eriksen said, reaching into a pocket and extracting an item that looked quite similar to Cassie's. "I cannot do anything substantial about the traits that have been bestowed upon you, but I can weaken any of their subsidiary effects, perhaps even nullify them completely." At the baffled looks on most faces, he clarified, "The mental conditioning you underwent here was a side effect, if you will, of the traits possessed by your assailants. They have certain special abilities as a result of their transformations. I can use my instrument to counteract those powers. Depending on the strength of the commands and your own character, you may experience residual compulsions for several days, but otherwise you will be free of the control soon enough."

For her part, Elena felt like a burden had been lifted from her soul as soon as the huge man pointed the device in her direction. The effect tended to be less dramatic on several of the others, especially Stacia and Miguel, who had been conditioned the most. At Dana's behest, Dr. Eriksen even used it on Penny, although he explained apologetically that it wouldn't have much noticeable effect, if any, since her condition was a result of a different application of powers. Her ears perked up and her tail started wagging, however, and she barked in a happy-sounding way. Elena thought it may have removed at least some amount of mental compulsion from the spaniel-girl, who was finally able to extract her cock from Dana's sex, although that may well have been a coincidence of timing.

"Can we go home now?" Megan asked, hefting her udder with a slightly pained look on her face. Elena was more than ready to leave, herself, as was everyone else. Dana made a point of getting contact information for Dr. Eriksen, however, before the group disbanded and went their separate ways.

Saturday Morning (August 5)

"Moo!" bellowed Megan, in a deep and attenuated voice, lifting her head from between Fawn's thighs, face shiny with her roommate's juices, as Miguel pounded her from behind. The sound the stag-man made as he climaxed inside the cow-girl wasn't any more articulate, even if it sounded somewhat less bovine. She continued lowing as rope after rope of cum filled her to overflowing, eventually subsiding to a kind of grunting, purring noise. A mix of slurps, gulps, and moans came from beneath the lovers, where Fawn switched from nursing Megan's teats to gobbling up as much of the load as she could suck out.

"I'm really glad she's such a slut," the cow-girl said dreamily, lowering her head to give her roommate's pussy some more attention. Her follow-up was muffled and interspersed with wet noises, but still easy for Miguel to understand. "I'd be really sad if she hadn't found you and your dick, not to mention being willing to share."

"Amen," Miguel said tiredly. He could feel the need for sleep becoming imperative. Truth be told, he probably should have rested beforehand, but it was the weekend, and it was simply impossible for him to resist the allure of fucking Fawn and Megan at the same time. Although he felt like their tryst was likely to be more than a one-time affair, he wasn't prepared to take the chance of missing out on such an opportunity, especially since he was fully aware and felt mostly in control of himself again.

As the trio resituated themselves, trying to get comfortable on the pair of dorm beds pushed together, Fawn yawned and asked sleepily, "So, are either of you contagious? Am I going to grow horns or antlers or something now that we're all together?"

"Not as I understand it," Megan said, trying to find a position where her udder wasn't too compressed. "Even if that redheaded dog-girl zaps you, it wouldn't necessarily make you a hybrid, too."

"That's kind of a shame," Fawn replied wistfully. Blushing slightly, she added, "As a kid, I used to dream of being a unicorn."

Miguel chuckled, while the cow-girl laughed out loud. Fawn seemed confused, prompting Megan to explain, "Unicorns are the name people give to the second woman in a male-female-female group relationship."

Understanding crept across Fawn's face, followed by indignation. "But I'm not the second woman! I'm the first woman! I saw his dick before you did, I get priority!"

Still laughing, Megan replied, "Well, I'm just saying, I'm a cow, so I can't be the unicorn in this triad!"

Miguel cut off Fawn's retort by turning her face around for a deep, slow kiss. She melted against him, perhaps not coincidentally turning her whole body around to put her back to Megan. The cow-girl wasn't offended, however, and just snuggled in more closely. Miguel felt his tired dick twitching, and knew it was a response to hearing the word 'triad' in reference to their burgeoning relationship. He idly wondered what he'd done in a past life to deserve so many blessings.

When the trio had had enough of kissing for the time being, Miguel reached over and clicked off the bedside lamp, although daylight was already well advanced, filtering through the blinds and curtains. Fawn lay nestled between them, and just before he dozed off, the stag-man mentioned, "Actually, I think I know someone who can help you get in touch with your wild side, if you're serious about wanting a tail and all."

~~~

"Feeling any more like yourself?" Dana asked solicitously, placing a bowl of water on her kitchen floor for Penny. The transformed woman barked once for 'yes' and wagged her tail as she bent to drink.

"Explain the dog thing again?" Stacia said quizzically, turning her demand into a question. While she seemed to remember the generalities of what they'd gone through, many of the details were apparently fuzzy to her. Dr. Eriksen had indicated that her clarity would improve gradually over the next few days, and Dana hoped that was true. She sighed and slid into a chair as Elena patiently went over things for what felt like the tenth time.

"So the boy dog is actually a woman who works at a vet?" Stacia asked, quirking an eyebrow at Penny, who had started licking her penis. "She really must love that thing."

"She's not the only one," Dana said under her breath, blushing and turning her head away from her roommates. More loudly, she added, "It's instinct. Dogs do that. My first time transforming fully was overwhelming. Hopefully it won't be as disorienting to her the next time it happens."

"I still think it's kind of icky, but whatever," Stacia said with a shrug. "I guess since you're half-dog or whatever now, it's okay. Just don't judge me if this vampire thing makes me start craving period blood!" She grinned at their discomfited expressions and excused herself to her bedroom, closing with, "The sun is up, so I should be in my coffin."

After Stacia had closed her door, Elena asked, "What now?" When Dana simply shrugged, she pressed on, "I mean it! How can we live our day to day lives knowing what we do?!"

Sighing, Dana looked the blonde in the eyes and said, "I don't have any philosophical answers for you, only the practical one: we just do." Frowning, she admitted, "I guess that's easier said than done. It certainly wasn't my first instinct when all this started happening to me. It felt like my old life was over. And I guess, in a sense, it is. But since I'm still alive, and still basically the same person, all I can do is keep on doing what I was doing before. Make plans, try to achieve them, and deal with any consequences or complications. Just regular living, in other words."

"I guess that makes sense," Elena said glumly. "I think I just feel like such a tumultuous chain of events requires more closure, somehow. A real exclamation point, so to speak, instead of an ellipsis."

Dana smiled slightly and nodded her head, agreeing with the sentiment at least. For her part, she felt like her life had been too full of exclamation points all summer, and a nice, faux punctuation sounded like exactly what she needed.

Tuesday Evening (August 8)

Miguel rubbed his shoulder as he walked away from the sex shop he sometimes stopped at. Cassie had whacked him with her bag several times as she chased him out of the building, not bothering to listen to his excuses. Truth be told, he was embarrassed to acknowledge, even to himself, that several of the compulsions he'd been burdened with still seemed to be bothering him. From what he'd been able to gather, everyone else was back to normal, but he was still grappling with a need to get himself off constantly, and preferably in places where other people would consume his jizz. He was starting to fear that it was his own dark desires he was acting on, rather than something imposed by his assailants.

"Whatever," the stag-man muttered, glancing in the open doors of the various bars he passed, most of them of the seedy variety. He found himself wondering if he could find one disreputable enough to hire him to provide his special drink mixer. He'd heard from Stacia that the goth club was closed down and wouldn't reopen, at least not until someone else bought it, and they might well make it a very different place. He was annoyed to realize he was already starting to miss it, despite his humiliating servitude there.

"Let's just give it a few more days," Miguel said to himself. "You're not weak! You just got more of the mind whammy than most, and some of the things they made you do were pretty hot. So that's why you're still thinking about them. You're not weak!" He kept repeating it over and over in his mind, like a mantra, hoping that he'd eventually accept it or believe it.

With his brain preoccupied, Miguel didn't even notice that he was jacking off vigorously as he walked, dribbling a trail of precum on the sidewalk, which left people in his wake sniffing the air with interest. He sighed, exasperated, when he finally realized a few streets later that he needed to get off, and unceremoniously emptied his balls on the hood of someone's parked car. Unconcerned, he wandered off muttering and wishing he had pockets he could stick his idle hands into, paying no heed to the shadowy figures that collected his seed.

Wednesday Night (August 30)

The rays of the full moon struck Dana and Penny, who shivered as their transformations began. They were out in the countryside, not wanting to risk getting caught, and the idea of loping through the woods and fields as animals titillated them.

"God, this is so cool! And so hot!" Penny breathed, holding her lower lips apart with both hands, the better to watch her clit as it swelled into a penis, already erect. She finally released them with a dissatisfied growl as they transitioned into paws that were unequal to the task, and not long afterwards she was on all fours, rapidly returning to her form as a giant cocker spaniel.

For her part, Dana was almost as transfixed as her girlfriend; or perhaps boyfriend was appropriate, at least during the full moon. She'd enjoyed Penny's cock quite thoroughly the night before, but as they'd both been only partially transformed, it hadn't had quite the same sense of taboo. They licked each other's muzzles, kissing as dogs do, before romping and chasing one another across the field, yapping and howling as much as they wanted to, freed from the constraints of secrecy for at least one night. It was exhilarating and liberating in a way Dana couldn't quite believe. The heat of their change was boiling in their loins, barely controllable, but they were testing themselves, wondering how long they could hold out before succumbing to their animal needs.

Penny was the first to break, yowling with desire as she mounted Dana, thrusting frantically as she sought her lover's opening. Dana widened her stance to make it easier, whining with her own need and then barking with joy as they finally connected. No longer needing to resist, she triggered her contagious libido, intending to maximize their pleasure until the moon set and their human forms reasserted themselves. In the aftermath of her first orgasm of the night, Dana became aware of furtive noises and faint smells coming from all around them, belatedly realizing that her infectious lust appeared to be transmissible to real animals, at least when she was transformed. She bared her teeth in a canine grin as Penny pounded her toward another climax.

"I love you so much!" Penny said in growls and grunts. At least, that was how Dana's brain interpreted the sounds, surprising her that they could communicate so clearly in their animal forms. Still, the sentiment expressed might be one of the most fundamental ideas in the world, she supposed.

"I love you, too!" Dana replied, in an equally feral mode of speech. Penny, who had forced her knot inside her lover, panted heavily into her ear before licking it, clearly conveying her understanding. A flood of liquid warmth spilled into her as the spaniel-girl reached her peak.

Locked together, they waited impatiently to resume their play. Dana had a distinct feeling of premonition, almost like déjà vu, as if she was living through an experience she'd somehow remembered before it occurred. She was certain that this was only the first of many such nights together, and the thought made her feel warm inside for a very different reason. She wondered if it was the right time to let Penny in on her secret, but she wasn't sure their dog-speak ability was sufficiently nuanced for a delicate discussion, so she resolved to stick to her original plan and confess in the morning.

Both dog-women flipped onto their sides so they could lick at their conjoined organs, following their instincts, and, at least for Dana, loving the naughty feelings it gave her to behave so animalistically. She moved on to licking her belly, wondering if the baby or babies inside belonged to Penny or Miguel, and equally curious about how special they might be. She suspected it wasn't an entirely natural pregnancy, given the speed with which it seemed to be proceeding, but there was a chance it had happened before her adventures began, despite the precautions she and her ex had taken. She knew it would disrupt her life in ways even becoming a weredog hadn't, but she was ready, even eager, to face those changes.

"Unless I have to explain to my mom that I whelped a litter of puppies," Dana thought to herself, chuckling ruefully in a doggish way.

Traits: Dana Ramos (Contagious Libido 2, Weredog 2, +Nudity 2, +Sex Worker, +Petplay: Puppy); Miguel Moreno (Stag Man Stage 1, Sexual Endurance, Self-Pleasure Fetish, Enticing Genitalia, +Nudity 2, +Sex Worker); Cassandra Ryan (Nudity 4, +Sex Worker 2, +Petplay 2: Puppy/Owner, +Puppy Girl Stage 2); Elena Kask (BDSM: Discipline, +Nudity 1); Stacia Hernandez (Foot Fetish 1, Vampire Stage 1, Reorientation: Daily, Exhibitionist 1); Penny Smythe (+Weredog Stage 1); Megan Davidson (Polyamory 1, +Cow Girl Stage 2, +Lactation Fetish 2)

Afterword: This was not originally intended to be the final end of the story of Dana, Miguel, and many of the supporting cast. And it might not be. I had planned to incorporate them into the other two sequels following the cast from DKST, and both of those are roughly half-finished, but I stopped working on them around the same time I stopped working on this one. I have not yet returned to those, and with my limited time for writing, it's unclear when, or even if, I will get a chance to conclude the various threads. I do hope to finish the complete tale someday, but it's hard to find the time and energy right now. I will not be posting the early chapters of those works until or unless I have the full works at least drafted, to avoid another delay like the chapter you just read. Thanks for sticking with the story, though, if you did!