Chasing Your First

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Brian had mostly been still during the whole excursion, save a couple scratches over his body when he felt an odd itch. It felt like ants were biting his arms, and yet no matter how much he scratched, the itch only grew worse. And then his back, he tried reaching behind him, but again his nails were not enough. Chyenne crawled forward, and stretched a hand out to softly scratch at his belly. He settled down quickly, relaxing, enjoying the feel of her longer nails working him.

“Open your eyes, silly. I want you to see this.”

Brian did, and looked down at his chest to see the cause of the itching that had racked his body. A fine layer of white and pinkish hair had begun to sprout up. As it pushed through his skin, it left a tingling that only Chyenne’s long nails seemed capable of soothing. Confused at his hair growth though, he looked down at his hands, to see his fingers slowly shrinking back into the palm. His palm, as well had begun to grow a darker pink than the hair, and although such an odd color began to worry him, there was little pain in his hand. In fact, there was only the itching from his copious hair growth, as well as his palm feeling like he was suffering from dry skin, but nothing excruciating. He scratched his hands gently, noticing that his nails had grown sharper and black, but try as he might, it seemed only Chyenne’s magic touch could sooth the burning in his skin.

His penis tingled, as if an orgasm was spilling out. He pushed Chyenne aside gently and looked down at his crotch, only to see that rather than growing thick and spurting seed, his shaft was shrinking and growing smaller. Although he could tolerate odd fur growth, a loss of fingers, and a leather pad growing on his palm, it was the sight of his most precious appendage disappearing before his eyes that caused the first touch of panic to set in. He wiggled and shook, clawing at the collar, growling and yapping like a feral dog. Even the soft tummy scratch from Chyenne did nothing to ease him, so she carefully swung a leg over his chest and sat down gently on his hips. And leaning forward gently, wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a long, deep kiss. If nothing else, she succeeded in distracting him as his penis shrunk down and disappeared into the curve of his groin. He began to growl and yap as he felt a new sensation in his crotch; the skin between his legs began to part and spread and a thousand new nerve endings sprouted up, all eager to feel.

“There now,” Chyenne said. “That wasn’t so bad.”

Brian growled, trying to sit up, but found his new body was not inclined for such actions. Cocking his head to the side, so his long snout would not obscure his view, he managed to get a pretty good look at himself, and was shocked to see husky’s body before him, stretching down over the bed. His fur was mostly white, while cotton candy pink stripes and streaks ran through his new coat. His tail was out to his side, thumping against the bed, a clear indication that he was annoyed with had transpired. Worst of all, when he sucked in his belly and tried to see the hard rod of flesh that should have been poking out from between his legs, he saw nothing.

Chyenne used both hands to rub his belly now, sending waves of bliss through him, and for a precious moment he even forgot about the vacancy between his thick thighs. “Mmm, you’re a pretty girl, you know that? Very pretty girl, with your delicious cotton candy fur and white chocolate belly.” Another kiss touched Brian’s lips. He instinctively flicked out his tongue, hoping to catch the taste of Chyenne’s lips close to his. One of the delicate hands that had been scratching his belly slowly drifted lowered, approaching his groin. He whimpered when her hand brushed over his empty crotch, reminded that he had lost his most precious appendage, but she did not seem deterred. Instead, she slipped a hand almost underneath him, and felt the warmth radiating from his newly shaped vagina. His arousal had transferred from organ to organ, and there was such tender warmth and wetness washing out. A hand rested upon the warmth and caused Brain to shiver, and her middle finger gently pressed between the hungry lips. She did not wiggle or push his walls, she did not need to. Just the presence of a bulk inside him was paralyzing for the pink husky. The finger traced through the void of flesh, soon coming to the aching clitoris which made Brian bark.

The first time he had learned the secret to pleasuring his body… the tenseness in his loins, the pins and needle feel over his skin, the breathless ache in his lungs... No sex or masturbation could ever rival the satisfaction of that first time, alone in his room, a Playboy he had stolen from the local convenience store open before him, his parents out to dinner so he had the house alone. He had been hunched over the nude model’s picture, her back to him and her buttocks parted just slightly by the way she stood, and had splashed a massive load, his first load, onto those pages, ruining the magazine. He would never forget that one night, alone, because it had been the first time he had felt such raw bliss, and he could never again reclaim that pleasant thrill. But now, in this new body, with his new genitals, it was as if everything had been reset. The way he felt when the finger poked and prodded his clitoris, it was the way a virgin felt when they first learned how to use their hand… no, better. Because now he was not in control. He did not know when the pressure would be applied or when it would be released. He did not know if the explorative fingers would ease his clenching walls apart, or pinch his clitoris and threaten to never, ever let go. The abandonment of control offered another level of bliss, and he could feel his new organs working to bring him to the sweet climax he craved.

He almost cried when the feelings of bliss stopped.

He sat up, whining and staring, panting loudly, needing the release that had been promised. He saw Chyenne stand up from the bed and walk off, and struggled to chase after her, but the collar around his neck kept him trapped. He barked and begged for her to come back, to finish him off, but without turning her head she walked over to the top drawer and pulled out another collar, this one dark blue and green. She looked back to the panting dog, smiled, and clicked the collar into place around her neck.

She walked back to the bed, sauntering with each step. She slowly took her shirt by the rim, and tugged it gently, exposing her belly, which was already starting to show a fine layer of vibrant green fuzz. Her feet were changing; she found her claws digging holes into