Farm Bitch

When Kayla signed up for the experimental Animorph Delight program, she had no idea her life would change forever. It was supposed to be something between therapy and fantasy “dogplay on a higher level,” the flyers said. She got the injection. After that, everything melted into blissful chaos.

The first thing she noticed was the heat. A thick, honey-sweet warmth that trickled under her skin and pooled between her thighs. Her body trembled as a soft pelt began to grow along her spine, spreading over her hips, creeping up her neck. Her tailbone itched then swelled, twisted, and burst into a wagging, golden tail that thumped against her jeans like it had always been there.

She moaned. Loudly. Obscenely. Something primal had awakened in her.

Her nipples were hard, flushed and swollen, the heavy weight of her tits now almost painful. She undid her suspenders and let the overalls fall, baring her glistening skin to the sun. Her cunt... was leaking. Visibly wet, lips puffy and open, drooling down her thighs. It was no longer arousal. It was heat. She was in heat.

Her mind began to slip. Not from fear but pleasure. She didn’t want to think anymore. She wanted to present. Submit. Be taken. Her tongue lolled out of her reshaping mouth, fangs pressing into her lip as she dropped to her knees and looked back over her shoulder. The collar around her neck jingled softly.

She wasn’t alone.

From behind the barn, a hulking shape emerged. Towering, furred, primal. A beast. Something canine, something cursed, something with a thick, twitching shaft already dripping in anticipation.

Her breath hitched. Her cunt clenched.

She turned around and growled low in her throat a needy, begging sound.

"Come on... breed me..."

She got down on all fours, arching her back, lifting her tail, offering herself. She was ready. Wet. Open. Needy. Her hole twitched as the beast stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. When he mounted her, his claws dug into her waist, and Kayla’s entire body screamed with want.

Then he pushed in.

Hard. Deep. Instinctively perfect.

Kayla yelped then moaned. Her tongue flopped from her panting muzzle as he rutted her like a true bitch. The slapping of his hips was thunderous, her soaked pussy sucking him in again and again. Every thrust made her drool harder, cry louder, push back against him with shameless desperation.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Her mind was gone. Just heat. Just need. Just his cock.

Then she felt the knot swell.

Thick. Bulging. Claiming.

She screamed half howl, half orgasm as he locked inside her, knotting her like a filthy mutt. She was stuffed full. Tied. Filled. Her pussy milked him greedily as hot cum flooded her womb in thick, pulsing ropes. She could feel it spurt, over and over, hotter than fire and so much, it spilled out past the seal of the knot, down her trembling thighs.

She collapsed forward, still panting, still dripping.

She was a bitch now.

And bitches get bred.