Accidental Beast - Sex Stories

Accidental Beast

You come home from work tired. It has been a long day, made worse by your worrying about me. It has been a week since I was turned into a dog. Gene splicing... it technically worked, just a bit more than it was supposed to. They're working to reverse it but it could be awhile. Your stress has been rising by the day. I'm all dog, incapable of human speech. I can still try to comfort you. I trot up to you as you shrug your jacket off and set your keys down. I nuzzle your thigh with my head and neck. I lick your hand. You look down at me, a white and grey husky, your frown curls up into a slight smile. Our eyes meet, I tilt my head in that cute way dogs do and a giggle escapes from you. You pat my head and scratch behind my ears, then you make your way to the living room and collapse onto the couch. I'm thinking of anything I can do to cheer you up. Suddenly an interesting new scent fills my nose. It's thick, sort of sickly sweet, it's intoxicating, I need to know what it is. I follow the scent trying to find the source, my eyes closed to enhance my sense of smell. It's so strong now, I bump into something and inhale deeply. Yep that's the definitely the source. I open my eyes and realize I'm between your legs with my nose pressed into your honey pot. I glance up and you're just starring at me. I back up and sit. You're slightly dumbfounded, not sure what's going on, but then I lick my lips, glancing back and forth from your eyes and between your legs, and the situation becomes ...

... very clear to you. It has been awhile since either of us has had any release. It isn't just work and my condition stressing you out, the sexual frustration is wearing on you too. And judging by the big, red prick starting to stick out of my sheath the lack of sex has affected me as well. You're not sure what to do. Are you really going to fuck a dog to get your release? The thought process takes less than ten seconds. You just about jump up. "The hell with it. You want it and I need it. Fuck, I need this." You hastily strip your pants and underwear off and lay back on the couch with your but right at the edge, legs spread wide for easy access. "Alright, have at it." I rise to all fours. My fluffy tail wagging a mile a minute, tongue hanging out and I'm panting already. I pop my front paws onto the couch and move to mount you. However that's not what you intended, so you shove me off. I try to hop back up but you stop me. "I guess you need a little direction." You say as you get up. You saunter over to grab a collar and leash. Your hips are swaying back and forth seductively. I'm following so close behind you I'm almost able to bury my nose between your butt checks. You actually have to swat my nose away a couple times. Once you have it you strap the collar around my neck and attach the leash. This time you lead me over to the kitchen. You run the leash underneath a dinning room chair and bring it over the back, the configuration enabling you to control the level of my head so ...