She Thinks of One

NO! The inner voice of her morality, her inhibitions, her soul all cried out as one.

Terrified to their core as Francesca smiled coyly, grinded her clit into Ian’s muzzle, then pursed her lips.

Old habits break hard, and Francesca found herself shackled to some she was ultimately **** to relinquish once more.

“Perhaps.” The final answer caused a shudder through Francesca’s body, whether out of terror or delight she couldn’t tell as her tongue took its fateful first taste of the strangely delectable canid cock.

Moaning in delight and mouthing the cock with sudden, inexplicable vigor Francesca found herself even more encouraged and delighted by the groan of pleasure and the look of enjoyment on the strangely ever more appealing looking beast.

Francesca didn’t shy from her acts, she was enjoying them. That’s what mattered here, this thing, and her pet were here for her pleasure. As she felt herself struggle and **** on Paul’s length with a foolish attempt at deepthroating Francesca reminded herself that the act was to assert her control.

To make this monster WANT her.

Glancing down she pulled on the scruff of Ian’s neck pulling his now beagle like head away from her cunt she stared down at the brown eyes of her quickly changing husband.

“I want you to eat my ass, while staring with those begging puppy dog eyes for this animal to put some cum there for you to enjoy.” Francesca felt a thrill course through her with the command, as she got on her knees, positioned on all fours like the bitch she was, and resumed sucking Paul off.

Ian’s mind called for him to resist, his soul pleading with his conscience about how they were being deceived. They both weren’t being themselves.

Or were they?

Dark corrupted and perverse desires surfaced in rebuttal. Was this now how they were before?

Was this not who they had been?

Memories flashed before his eyes, moments in the clubs becoming more frequent as his darkening mind travelled back through his history.

He remembered massaging and kissing his owners swollen belly. It was just 2 months before their daughter was born, he was on displaying eating his wife out, circled by their peers. He had been **** to play with himself most of the night, not allowed to cum until the end of the night just before they left.

He watched as several men served her through that night, feeling secure in the knowledge that it was his child within her.

As the memories went back further, he questioned why they hadn’t brought their daughter into their kinks. Taught her the proper use of a whip, knots, even the privilege of asserting dominance over him.

Ian’s perverting mind triggered a shiver of forbidden delight as he imagined his wife, pregnant and nearly due, breasts and body clad in leather trimming her baby bump proudly, as Amanda stepped up beside her, knee high leather boots and a leather corset all that Ian imagined before his attention was pulled back to his task at hand.

“Eyes up front PET.” The emphasis on the final word sent a wave of euphoria through Ian, his mind struggling to question where the greyhound like prehensile tail that whipped him had come from. The thoughts failing to achieve a coherent impression upon his corrupted stupor as his eyes looked up the short length of his muzzle and the bulbous ass cheeks past the tail before it as he resumed licking Francesca’s ass.

“Do you like him?” Francesca inquired seductively as she sucked on Paul’s rigid member. “He’s quite good at pleasing.” Francesca added, grinning in delight as she found herself ever more easily deep throating the beast before her.

Stroking the bangs curling across Francesca’s brow Paul grinned in delight at the eagerly changing slut. So eager to assert her ability to get him off she was oblivious to the rampantly accelerating changes to her body. Or the way her head shifted while sucking his cock to be pet more.

Already she had sprouted a tail, its length whip like and strangely devoid of the typical phallus tipped tails many of the Idol’s spawn were adorned with. Her flaring hips swayed gently as her former husband moaned softly into her ass, his own tail wagging happily as she lashed him more with her tail, its length growing red and splitting, the tip glistening with a silver looking keratin barb.

Kissing up the edge of Paul’s leg Francesca glimpsed the clawed hands she now had, admiring the colour as it took hold she grinned happily with the velvety black fur that became red at her elbows. Looking up to Paul she smiled her narrow lengthening jaw.

“I hope you like what’s coming over me. Perhaps you would like to add to it.” Francesca lewdly remarked, kissing up and down along Paul’s pelvis, moving gently to cup and scratch his ass before resuming sucking his cock.

“I'd like to see you ride your pet until you own its soul.” Paul replied, his voice seeming to carry a deep allure, while also delivering a grave foreboding.

“You want to watch.” Francesca remarked with a cocky tone, licking her lips at the idea resonating in her memories of many a kinky night.

Stepping back Paul gently stroked his cock, watching Francesca intently as she reared up on her knees. With almost effortless strength she swung behind her grabbing and rolling her Pet on its back.

Turning her back to Paul, Francesca gazed over her shoulder as she kneeled on her Pet's shoulders. “LICK!” She commanded as her wet pussy hovered above the snout of her changed husband. Moaning softly she swayed her hips, grinding smoothly and gently. Eager to look as alluring as possible to the big dog watching behind her.

Little did Francesca know how much she had changed, her ears were now pointed triangles of black slowly migrating up her head, a luxurious mane of red waving gently down to the middle of her back as her smooth red ass ballooned out on waspish hips.

Leaning forward she took a quick suck of her pet’s cock, a taste test of its readiness for what she craved next. Shuffling forward Francesca raised herself up, positioning the canid cock for her to descend upon, wobbling on the cusp of impaling herself she gazed over her shoulder, smiling at her audience as the last of her resistance rallied.

She could feel the condemnation of this act if she proceeded, thoughts questioning and enhancing her resistance in opposition to the growing delight and desire to push on.