Dog Days of Summer Ch. 06

Foreword: My apologies for the long delay in finishing this series. A couple of notes about that are included as an afterword.

Stacia grunted with each thrust of Miguel's cock, as his hips slapped against her ass and thighs. Her bleary eyes refused to focus, although she had mixed feelings about her near-blindness. The inability to see clearly was contributing to a feeling of restrained horror, but she was almost thankful that she couldn't make out the leering faces of the crowd that surrounded them as they rutted on the dance floor. She got a thrill from being admired and showing off, but the circumstances of their current predicament ensured that her pleasure was superficial, a thin layer of lust floating on a deep ocean of shame and terror. She and Miguel had been drawn to the club almost every night since their first trip, and it was only when they arrived that she could fully recall what had happened there, and how they were both puppets of some mysterious tormentor they'd never seen.

"I'm about to cum," Miguel panted, thrusting slightly deeper and harder than before. Stacia grunted a little more loudly in reply, wishing the two of them had more opportunities to talk. She didn't think their odds of escape or resistance would be improved much, but at least they might be able to comfort each other a little, or commiserate about their mutual entrapment. Unfortunately, about the only time they were together during their trips to the club were live sex shows like the one they were engaged in, which provided very little chance for conversation, or at least not a private one. Otherwise, Miguel worked the bar, ejaculating what must have been gallons of cum each night, leaving him ravenous and dehydrated by the time they left, despite constant snacking. For her part, Stacia spent most of the night naked and crawling, worshipping people's feet and occasionally being compelled to provide oral sex to select guests. That was the part she hated most, and some evenings were far worse than others, largely depending on how she felt about cocks or cunts, which seemed to change from night to night.

A flood of warmth filled Stacia, alerting her to Miguel's orgasm. She felt a small frisson of pleasure at the sensation, a weak orgasm struggling against the tide of her anguish and fear. The burst of endorphins was almost an insult, considering the situation, and she wished for what was probably the hundredth time that she could take revenge on whoever was responsible, or at least had a face or a name on which to focus her rage and misery.

"Here," said Miguel tonelessly, presenting his still-erect shaft for cleaning. Stacia took him in her mouth, licking and slurping to remove their combined juices. Once she released him, he turned without a word and headed for the bar, presumably to hand out more cum for the crowd. She still couldn't see very easily, thanks to the mostly dark room and the bright lights trained on her, but the jeering catcalls and applause of their audience were perfectly audible.

"I should crawl out there and find someone to service," said a voice in Stacia's head, one which she was getting better at recognizing as not her own. She had never been a particularly superstitious person before, but at this point, the idea that she was cursed seemed to be the only explanation left to explain her torment. As she moved out of the light and into the darkness, begging each person she met to allow her to worship their sex, Stacia withered inside, disturbed by visions of witches, demons, and nameless horrors.

Miguel resumed his post behind the bar, already hard again and stroking himself. He knew he was being influenced, if not outright controlled, but he simply found it impossible to resist the pleasure of caressing his cock. Even worse, he feared he was getting addicted to the taste of his own jizz after several nights drinking multiple shot glasses of the stuff, not to mention snowballing with Stacia or the occasional other patron. Unlike the exhibitionistic young woman he was ostensibly there with, who seemed to have no memory of what went on at the club after she left it, the stag man could recall every night with clarity, except when he indulged himself by drinking alcohol as well as cum.

Even worse, Miguel's generosity regarding his fluids didn't end when he went home. His three roommates happily consumed his spunk several times a day, although he thought only Derek knew the truth about the source. All the nurses at the clinic seemed to be aware of the facts regarding his ejaculate, but that hadn't stopped them from sharing the excess amongst themselves that week when he made his donations, even though Ione was the only one who had yet taken it straight from the source. The swings from horror to feverish arousal and back again were giving him a feeling of vertigo, and his inability to tell anyone about what was happening had him on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Even when Dana or someone directly asked him about what went on at the club, all he could do was lie.

Miguel grunted as he sprayed another tray of shot glasses with his jizz, dourly noting that his aim was getting better. Only a few strands and droplets had missed the targets, with the bulk of each major jet landing squarely in the small vessels, mostly filling them. He wiped up the residues with his fingers, sucking one clean himself but offering the rest to the waitress that picked up the tray, who paused long enough to accept the salty treat. The noise of the club was too great to allow him to hear the low moan the woman made at the taste, but he could feel the vibrations of her pleasure.

Setting up another tray, Miguel wondered just how much longer he could remain sane, or if he was already trapped in some kind of mad hallucination.

Dana stared at the throbbing member jutting from Penny's crotch with disbelief. It appeared to have a blend of human and canine characteristics, much like the rest of her friend's partially transformed body, with a bulging helmet, a reddish coloration, and the slight swelling of what she assumed would be a knot partway along its length. It was so shocking a development that she'd momentarily forgotten the bubbling lust that accompanied her metamorphosis, but her nostrils dilated widely and she deeply inhaled the scent of arousal wafting off her lover.

"Is this really happening?" Penny asked weakly, reaching out with her hand but stopping short of actually touching her new equipment. "I'm not hallucinating or something?"

"I don't think so," Dana replied hesitantly, moving closer to the erection in question. She sniffed experimentally and added, "It smells real." Unable to resist her animalistic urges, she licked at the penis with her canine tongue, starting near the base and slowly moving toward the tip.

"Oh, fuck!" gasped Penny, quivering at the sensation and balling her hands into fists. "It's real! It feels amazing!"

"Tastes amazing, too!" Dana gushed, licking her nose before taking Penny's proud cock into her mouth and groaning happily.

Penny started to scream, "Fuck!" but the word turned into an inarticulate cry partway through, and her hands grasped at Dana's furry, dog-like ears as she tried to ensure the blowjob continued. A new keening wail emerged after every breath, meaningless vowel sounds that somehow still clearly communicated her feelings. Dana reached down to play with her clit, desperate for stimulation, but discovered that her hands were more like a dog's paws, too clumsy to provide the relief she craved. She had to struggle against Penny's grip to pull away, making the chubby redhead whimper with disappointment, but as soon as she was free she spun around and presented her swollen sex to her friend, spreading her legs wide and lifting her tail as an invitation.

Penny struggled to get to her knees, appearing distracted by the feeling of her cock and balls bouncing and swaying as she moved. Dana shivered with anticipation as she watched her lover grasp the dick in question, gently and wondrously at first, then with fierce pleasure, before lining it up and pressing against the slick and swollen folds of her pussy. Both women gave whimpering, whining moans as they were joined, sounding more like dogs than people. They went slowly at first, getting used to the sensations, but the redhead's self-control soon faltered and she began thrusting rapidly and somewhat erratically.

"Fuck!" Penny said, gasping raggedly for breath. "In all my dreams, I never imagined it could be like this!" She seemed almost hypnotized by watching her shiny rod as she withdrew it and then plunged forward again, over and over.

"Tell me about your dreams," Dana panted, looking over her shoulder, idly noticing that her tail was waving back and forth in time to their love-making, almost like a metronome.

Penny's flushed skin grew even brighter and they briefly made eye contact before the redhead cast her gaze on Dana's back, still smooth except for a thin layer of fur on her neck and shoulders. "I told you already I fantasized about being a werewolf, or things like that," she finally replied, grasping her lover's hips more firmly as she concentrated on making deeper and somewhat slower penetrations. "Well, at least some of the time, I imagined... this, pretty much. Having a cock, and fucking a bitch with it. No offense!"

"None taken!" Dana grunted, enjoying the more rhythmic fucking they'd naturally fallen into. "I'm happy to be your bitch!"

"Oh, fuck!" Penny grumbled again, grabbing one of her breasts. "This is better than my dreams! The best of both worlds!" she added, squeezing her tit so hard it looked painful, then releasing it to give her lover a playful slap on the ass. "And you're so much sexier than the nameless, faceless bitches I conjured up. The fantasy was just having a dick and using it. Who was on the other end was never a big part of it, but that was a failure of imagination!"

Their conversation dwindled to occasional outbursts of appreciation as both women concentrated on their physical pleasures. Penny was soon resting her body atop Dana's, pressing her full breasts against her lover's back as their doggy-style sex got more and more like true animalistic rutting. Eventually they were communicating with nothing but whines and growls, but Dana again found she could understand the ideas behind the sounds perfectly well, albeit with less precision than words could have conveyed. Of course, the concepts they were sharing hardly needed exactness, such as 'deeper' or 'harder' or 'faster'.

Penny's knot began to swell and harden, slapping against Dana's lower lips almost painfully, indicating that her lover was getting close to a climax. She added force to her reciprocative thrusting, slamming their hips together, only belatedly realizing that she'd subconsciously transformed her legs into canine limbs to facilitate their love-making. The fleshy bulge suddenly forced its way into her folds, making both women howl and triggering their orgasms. Dana quivered with a curious feeling of completion, entirely forgetting the slight pain of her sex being distended by the thickened cock that was locked within her. Dreamily, she noted that Penny's penis and its cum had gotten intensely hot, far more so than she could recall Miguel's ever being, even after his own transformations. She was distracted by Penny's futile efforts to disengage, chuckling quietly at the feeling of the woman trying to extract the swollen bulge of her member.

"Well, we seem to be stuck with each other for the next little while," Penny quipped, struggling for breath in the aftermath of her various exertions.

"I can't think of anyone I'd rather tie the knot with," Dana replied, contracting her vaginal muscles for emphasis. Suddenly realizing what she'd said, blood rushed back to her face and she hurriedly amended, "Um, I was just trying to make a pun, too. Sorry!" Penny's head was buried in Dana's dark hair, but she could feel her lover's breath hitch in response to the inadvertent innuendo, then slowly resume. The redhead apparently couldn't think of anything to say, so she contented herself with wrapping the slightly younger woman in an embrace and toppling them both over onto their sides. Dana was almost sorry to feel the comforting weight pressing her down vanish, but their new position carried its own pleasures. She concentrated on reverting her legs to human proportions, thinking she looked silly and lopsided with the canine limbs but a human torso. Penny noticed the transformation and began stroking Dana's lightly-furred human thigh as it grew back to its normal size and conformation.

"Don't get me wrong, you're a beautiful woman any day of the month," Penny whispered into her ear. "But I've got to confess, seeing you in these intermediate states is incredibly hot."

"I'm glad you like it," Dana said quietly. Her arousal was already beginning to build again, and she expected that the two of them would resume fucking as soon as the knot subsided enough to allow it. She was almost thankful for that distraction, as it would probably help her ignore the embarrassment and elation she'd momentarily felt when she'd implied that Penny was, or at least would be, her mate. Afraid that the topic might come up again, she performed the minor act of concentration required to trigger her contagious libido, intending to spend at least the next several hours lost to feral carnality.

Penny sniffed the air with interest, growling softly, and Dana could feel the woman's cock twitching and throbbing inside her. Wincing at the pain, she tried to pull free of the knot, dragging the redhead behind her as she tumbled off the bed, which finally accomplished the goal. Getting to her hands and knees quickly, the brunette weredog barked playfully, inviting her lover to play. Penny, who had instinctively tried to lick her cock clean but lacked the flexibility to do so, happily abandoned her efforts in favor of chasing Dana around the room, barking and howling.

Elena was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and checking the news, when Stacia wandered in, looking tousled and more than half asleep. Her roommate blearily admired the blonde's nude form, giving a brief smile before groping for a mug in the cabinet and preparing her own morning brew. The brunette's body was only slightly concealed beneath a tiny, lacy set of underwear, leaving her ass and nipples on prominent display.

"I'm surprised to see you up this early, considering how late you got in," Elena remarked, crossing her fingers that Stacia's dress and behavior indicated she was in one of her less homophobic moods.

"Work," Stacia replied dully. "Can't be helped."

"Well, at least the club is closed on Thursdays," Elena said. "You'll be able to rest for a change." She knew that her roommate had made some new friends at the goth bar she'd discovered, but it was definitely somewhat out of character for her to be spending so much time there, and it was starting to get suspicious. Stacia merely grunted in reply as she slumped in her chair, robotically drinking her coffee and trying to wake up.

"What goes on there, incidentally?" Elena asked, taking the relative silence as an opportunity to press the issue.

"Normal stuff," Stacia said, rubbing one of her eyes with a knuckle. "You know. Dancing, hanging out, drinking. Same as any club."

"Well, I just don't get why you spend so much time there lately," Elena said with a sigh. "Considering nothing special is going on."

Stacia grinned slightly and spoke in a teasing voice, letting her eyes roam the blonde's curves. "Feeling a little jealous? Maybe tonight I'll tie you up and give you a spanking for being nosy."

Elena's nipples tightened and her breath hitched as she belatedly realized that she had been feeling a little left out, with one roommate off having doggie sex and the other out clubbing for the last couple of nights. She blushed and directed her eyes down to her coffee, quietly saying, "I probably do deserve a spanking for that."

Stacia's bare foot caressed one of Elena's own as the brunette said, "Well, that's decided, then. But I think I'll make you give me a pedicure first. You should spend the day learning how, if you don't already know. I can send you some links, if you like."

"That would be helpful, thank you," the blonde replied demurely, somewhat excited at the idea of being given an assignment. "I promise I'll do a good job."

"You'd better!" Stacia replied, winking. "If my toes aren't adorable, I won't spank you!"

Miguel fought his compulsion and stayed in bed, waiting for his roommates to leave. He was exhausted, ravenous, and light-headed, but above all else he wanted to avoid being pestered for more of his cum, as they had done when he'd arrived near sunrise. It had been something of a shock to encounter them all that early, suggesting that they might be developing something akin to jizz addictions as well. He stroked his shaft absently, counting it a minor victory that he'd at least coerced them into paying him for his 'secret stash' before they'd grudgingly allowed him to get a few hours of sleep, after promising to renew their stock by the time they got home that evening.

With the sound of the front door closing for the third time, Miguel wearily got to his feet and went to the window, peeking out carefully to make sure all their cars were gone. Once assured that he was truly alone in the house, he slouched his way into the kitchen and began eating and drinking in a rush, pausing only long enough to spray some of his food with semen for extra seasoning. He took some time to message Fawn, whom he had once again been reluctantly neglecting thanks to his semi-captivity at the club. When his phone rang a few minutes later he hesitated, unsure of whether or not he wanted to talk, but finally accepted the call just before it got sent to voicemail.

"Hey babe! Sorry for being so out of touch lately," Miguel said immediately. "How've you been?"

"Lonely and horny!" Fawn whined, and he could clearly imagine her exaggerated pout as she said it. "I really miss your magnificent dick and delicious spermies!"

"Ugh, please don't ever use that word around me again," Miguel replied. "There have to be at least a dozen better euphemisms."

"Tell me when I can get some more of it and I'll call it whatever you like!" Fawn said, sounding needy, although he thought she was aiming for seductive and slightly missing.

"How about tomorrow night?" Miguel suggested automatically, although he didn't mean to. His face conveyed shock and worry, although his lover couldn't see it. "Some friends and I are going to this nightclub, you'd be welcome to join us! I'm sure we can find some time for fun."

"I'm not old enough to drink until December..." Fawn said hesitantly, trailing off.

"No worries, they'll just stamp your hand," Miguel responded. "Are you interested?"

"Well, yes, but remember how I said Megan was getting really 'friendly' since she met you?" Fawn said. "I'm, like, 99% certain she wants to hook up with us; she keeps asking me about when you're going to visit again. I was kind of hoping we could spend the night here and see where that leads."

Miguel would have liked nothing better than to jump at such an offer, but once again he found himself speaking words he didn't intend. "Well, invite her to the club, too! We can sound her out together, and if she's interested, we can all leave a little early!"