Heat of the Court

The sun kissed the cracked tennis court with the lazy heat of late summer, and Eva strolled alone among the faded lines and forgotten nets. Her short shorts clung to her ass like a second skin, while her tight sports top, damp with sweat, pressed to her chest and traced the gentle curves of her breasts. Bored and restless, her eyes caught on a single tennis ball lying in the dust. Green, soft, harmless... yet something about it pulsed, humming with a quiet allure.

“What are you doing out here, baby?” she murmured with a smirk, crouching down to pick it up.

Her fingers wrapped around the ball, warm and worn... and then the heat struck her like lightning.

It was instant. Fierce. Primal. Her spine arched as her knees buckled. A long, guttural moan tore from her throat something between confusion and bliss.

“Aaahh… what… what the fuck is”

She dropped to her knees with a wet slap. In that same breath, the tight fabric of her shorts and panties shredded with a sharp PRRRRTCH and from her now-swollen pussy burst the first hot gush of thick, slippery fluid. It poured between her thighs, down to the dusty tiles, leaving slick trails where her body twitched.

“Mmh... ohhh fuck yes…” she howled, as her tongue lurched from her mouth long, pink, unnaturally flexible. It rolled out like a living ribbon, dripping fat, heavy drops of saliva down her chin, between her breasts, and onto the ball that had started it all.

Her shirt tore apart at the seams as her back bulged with new, growing muscle. Soft, golden-brown fur broke through her skin, sweeping across her shoulders, chest, her swelling breasts. Her nipples stiffened, fattened, standing tall against the open air. Every jerk of her hips squirted more of that slick nectar from her gaping cunt, each pulse more frantic, more obscene.

Her moans dissolved into panting. Her legs spread wider as she fell forward, her tongue hanging, drool pooling beneath her. Her nails thickened into claws. Her teeth itched, reshaped. She was panting now, desperate, wet, her eyes wild.

“I… I can’t stop… I don’t want to stop,” she gasped, hips grinding the air, her pussy soaking the tiles.

Then the tail came erupting with a tearing sting from the base of her spine, flicking behind her like a flag of surrender. Her mind flooded with scent, instinct, want. She looked over her shoulder with glowing amber eyes, face already halfway into that of a bitch in heat.

“I’m… so fucking horny…” she hissed, drooling. “I need it. I need someone… anyone…”

From the shadows behind her, someone stepped forward. A zipper came undone.

“Well, well… didn’t think it would work this fast,” came a voice, low and thick.

“Do it,” she growled, without turning. She arched her back further, tail twitching. “Take me. Right here. Like the filthy bitch I am.”

His hand slid to her neck, the other gripping her thickened hip. Her breath came in short, hungry bursts. Her cunt dripped with lust, her tongue slathered the air. The tennis ball rolled away into the dark…

…but her game was only just beginning.