Caption: One Hundred and One (Patreon)

The "caption" for the recently posted illustration.  This one is even longer than usual at 5k words.  Weird.  As always, it's completely different than the original story.  Enjoy!

The crowds were oppressive.

Despite the snow swirling and gusting outside, Daniela found herself sweating.  She leaned against the wall next to the grand, luxurious staircase leading up to the second floor.

The room spun around her, causing her to slide forward against the wall until she braced herself on a nearby grandfather clock.  Her heavy fur coat trapped the heat generated by the crowds.  She grabbed the front of the coat, waving it to stir the moist air within.

Goosebumps formed over her arms.  Hairs lifted in response and her nerves cried out, waking in a wave that made her gasp.  Muscles twitched and she found herself arching her back in response.  Her ass thrust out and the dress slid over her round cheeks while her dress lifted.

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against her arm where she rested it on the clock.  Sweat gathered beneath her breasts while two drops slid along the core of her body, down to her belly button.  She could feel moisture beneath her wig.

Her body trembled.  She pushed back, lowering herself further.  Still panting, desperate to ease the warmth coursing through her body.  Drool shined from the corner of her mouth.

She could smell them - the threads of their individual scents sticking out of the collective scent of the crowd.

"Yes," she gasped, quietly, shifting quickly into a moan as she squeezed her eyes shut with her brow furrowed.

Whimpering, eyebrows pressing together.

A young man passed her, leering at the way she was standing.  She could smell him as clearly as if she had her face pressed against his crotch.  The faint, salty smell of his own sweat, trapped in the fold of his thigh made her drag her fingers down the surface of the clock.  Thin wood shavings peeled away when keratin flowed over the tips of her long nails, strengthening them.  Dark gray specks appeared as layers formed until gray stress lines showed when her nails bent, lifting in the center to form continuously darkening bulges.  The base of her claws dug beneath her flesh, causing her fingertips to throb and swell.

Drool flowed down her narrow chin.

Gaps appeared beneath the rounded curves of her nostrils where they connected to her face.  The gaps widened into slits as she inhaled deeply and the slits flexed when she exhaled, allowing the man's scent to circulate.  Huffing quick bursts to take in more of him.  Trapped inside.  Stoking the flames of her arousal.

Waking her estrus and putting her into heat.

Wetness touched her thighs just as her nipples tightened beneath her dress.  She could feel the pleasurable itch as they grew erect, sending sharp spikes down her core, echoed faintly by twin columns on either side of her stomach.  Six little mouths of need throbbing over her body as ducts slowly began to form along her milk lines.  The skin above darkened slightly.

Although he was gone, mixed into the crowd, she could still smell him.  Air rushed through her throat and past her parted lips into a high pitched whine of deep need.

His cock.  More - his cum.  With its own peculiar scent.

A strange flush washed over her scalp.  She snarled, snatching at her wig with her free hand before throwing it to the ground beneath her.  White touched the roots of her bangs on the left side of her hair.  The creeping itchiness dug into her brain.  She spasmed and her eyes flew open.

"In me," she whispered.

She could almost feel it inside of her.

The creamy cum filling her womb.

Impregnating her.

Breeding her.

"Gooooooooood," Daniela moaned.

A small orgasm pulsed between her legs.  She crumpled, sliding down the side of the grandfather clock until her shins touched the floor.  Her knees spread, raising her dress over her thighs until it slid up and over the curve of her ass.  Only her coat hid her exposed, soaked panties as they touched the hardwood floor, marking the wood with her wetness.

She never wanted kids.  They were annoying little shits that screamed and vomitted and ran around in diapers full of shit.  Some of her old high school friends were already mothers and their lives seemingly ended there, leaving them at the mercy of their boyfriends and husbands.  Or, worse, alone.  Working a mindless job just to survive and provide for their little goblins.  She loathed them and their endless shrieking with snot running down their faces.

And, so, she never missed her birth control and always insisted on condoms.

"Raw," she gasped while sliding her ass back and forth, grinding her clit against the floor.  "In me.  Cumming inside of me.  Raw.  Br- breeding me."

Her fingers trembled and curled, clawing at the floor.  White hairs emerged around the knuckles and higher over the back of her hands with an occasional black hair joining them.  More grew over her forearms, scattered black and white hairs that slowly, slowly crept up to her shoulders.

"Hey, you okay?" a concerned voice asked beside her.

Daniela yipped in shock when she realized what she was doing.  Her bony knees snapped together and she blushed, hiding her face with a high pitched whine of shame.

Bones creaked in her hips as muscles reached out towards her fused tailbone, tendrils that gripped it and pulled, breaking it free.  A sliver of spongy bone formed in the newly created gap, pushing the tip of her tail up and creating a small bump above the split of her ass cheeks.

"I'm f- f- fine, th- thank you for ch- checking," Daniela said with her eyes still averted.  She grinded her teeth and her throat rumbled when she exhaled.  Her gums ached around the roots of her canines.

"Do, um, do you need help?" the person, a young girl dressed in a simple black witch costume, asked while nibbling on her lip.

"N- no, I'm fine," Daniela repeated.  She brushed her claws through the long streaks of white on the left side of her hair before placing her hands on the ground.

A thin protrusion of flesh covered the top of her palms in a vague, broad trefoil pattern.  More skin raised along the bottom of her fingers, causing her hands to slide until she bent her fingers to dig her pure black claws into the floor.  Her hands lifted gradually, pushed upward as her padding filled out.  Fine white hairs grew around the bloated, leathery flesh and from the webbing between her fingers.

"Alr- hey, Jason!" the girl shouted, turning and smiling.  She bounced away, leaving Daniela alone.

Furred skin stretched around the tip of her tail.  It strained and flicked at the thin elastic lining her panties until it was free.

Daniela pushed herself up, bringing one foot beneath her and then the other to stand.  She barely remembered to settle her dress back down over her hips, tugging and pulling to hide the stubble of white and black hairs dotting her thighs.  Her claws tore holes in the thin fabric and her movements stretched the holes to show bare skin and two protruding red marks on the side of her body.

Something tickled her uvula, causing her to gag.  Daniela opened her mouth and her tongue unrolled, thick and long, with the tip bouncing against the bottom of her chin.  Drool leaked from her open mouth until she wiped it away.

The flesh at the tip of her tongue stretched with a faint sensation of tearing. She sneezed and growled and licked her lips as the rounded edge grew broader with every passing second.  Drool filled her over-full mouth before sliding down her tongue until she swallowed, and nearly gagged again.  It took effort to find a comfortable way to hold her tongue in her small human mouth and it squirmed inside, rubbing against the tips of her cuspids as they began to lengthen into blunt points that pushed against her lips when they curved outward.

Gray spots showed in the faint wrinkles on her lips.  The dull coloring spread among the pink before fading to ebony. The tiny black blobs leeched into the skin surrounding her lips while more specks appeared on the roof of her mouth, leaving her with a mottled black and pink mouth.

Daniela's upper lip sagged on the sides, rubbing against her bottom lip as the flesh drooped slightly.  She raised her hands to massage and gently scratch her cheeks as the bones throbbed with a dull ache.

Beneath her coat, the back of her dress swayed when her short, stubby tail swished back and forth.

The girl watched people pass, staring from one to another while inhaling their scents.  Fractures appeared throughout the tip of her nose - tiny lines that spread like lightning trapped in honey, breaking the skin into rough, hexagonal shapes that raised into miniature bulges as the flesh blackened.  Her tongue slid out, curving before bouncing beneath her chin and then flexing up to lick her pebbled nose, wetting it before she let her tongue relax.

She panted, taking in everyone's smell while her irises pushed against the thin ring surrounding them, widening to fill her eyes with soulful brown.  Her hand crept down to scratch at the fur spreading over her previously smooth mound, all the hours she'd spent shaving lost to the white and black hairs creeping over her pussy.

Daniela whined.  Her eyes followed a young man dressed in a shirtless Dothraki outfit.  She could see his bulge and the emptiness between her thighs intensified in return.  When he took the stairs, she followed, watching him.

Her ears stirred at the side of her head.  Twitching for a brief second.  Flattening, pushing against the curled edges until they drooped at the side of her head.  Silky fur spread over the stretching skin.  She reached up to rub them between her fingers and still they grew, sliding between her swollen padding and the tickly, spiky hairs growing between her fingers.  The majority of the hairs growing over the back of her expanding ears were black, with scattered cream-colored hairs along the edges and base.

As she climbed the sairs, muscles pulled her ears, raising them and folding them back before pulling them in different directions to track sudden, sharp sounds around her. Her thin, soft ears brushed porcelain hairs emerging at the back of her jaw.  The gentle touch dragged fur against fur, pulling at the sensitive skin on her cheeks and inside her ears made her gasp and her right hand clenched the handrail next to her.

Goosebumps formed on her nape.  Tiny muscles tugged at hair follicles growing beneath her skin.  As miniature holes opened over the back of her neck, white shafts slipped through, pulled upright by the muscles at their base.  The hairs grew in a wave, spreading down from her hairline to cover her neck, reaching out to her shoulders and down before slowing.  More black and white hairs grew, strewn over her back in clumps of two or five or eight hairs at a time with minutes passing between their emergence.

In one of the tears on the right side of her dress, wrinkles formed like thin ridges on the exposed, distended red bump.  The puckering flesh widened while the tip flattened and the coloring lightened to a pink blush.  Skin rippled around the base of her new teat, echoed by the other five at nearly the same time.  Her taut, flat belly loosened slightly before filling out to create narrow rings of areola around all six of her teats.  Milk welled from invisible holes, squeezed out from the clusters of milk ducts below the surface.  Some drops soaked into her dress while two dribbled down to the surrounding fur.

Daniela whined.  Her knuckles tightened on the handrail as she leaned against it and her hand shook.

All six teats tightened, hardening as they became erect and they sent electric shocks along her core in throbbing waves down to her pussy.  Her waist slid against the handrail as she pushed it back, lowering herself until her body was parallel to the incline of the stairs.

Offering herself as the pleasure and need reverberated throughout her body.  Her mind floated on the bliss.  If anyone had lifted her dress, pulled aside her panties and-

"Mounted," she moaned, quietly, grinding her teeth.

She could see it in her mind's eye.  A male fucking her in front of everyone.  Virile and strong.  Grabbing her hips as he plunged within.  Forcing her down as she arched her back.

Sticky clear cum clung to her panties.  The end of her period was barely a week ago, but she was ovulating already.  The curse permeating her costume and leeching into her soul forced her into a nearly permanent state of-

"Breed me," Daniela whispered, licking her black, pebbled nose with the broad tip of her tongue, wetting it before swallowing excess drool.

Her face burned as bones cracked and reformed, pushing her face forward millimeters at a time, lifting her nose until her nostrils slanted forward.

She dipped down until her left hand touched the stairs.  Her fingers splayed as her padding flattened and her claws clicked against the wood panels.  Hair shifted at her temples when her ears flexed backwards.  Drool dripped from the tip of her tongue while she panted.

"Please," she gasped as she trembled.

People walked around her, giving her wide berth while glancing her way.  A few concerned looks were exchanged but the majority ignored her completely, unwilling to join in whatever kind of drug fueled craziness she was indulging in.  Others stared at her raised ass with a leering appreciation.  Her short tail swept back and forth, popping and jerking as new vertebrae formed and the skin stretched further, bending her tail as it lengthened against her coat.

At the moment, she would take them all.  And gladly.  One after another as long as they finished inside of her.  Until she was bursting from their cum with it gushing from her pussy.

All she could see in her mind was her round belly dangling beneath her with milk dripping from her swollen teats, barking as some nameless stud rammed her from behind and-

"No," she gasped, gulping and shaking her head.  Her ears flopped against her temples.  "No.  I- I'm not-  No."

She tried to push herself up but her body betrayed her.  There was no strength in her arms or legs and the imagery continued as she tried to push it away.  Growling quietly while curling and uncurling her fingers until her claws dug grooves in the stairs.

Focusing gave her the strength she needed.

Until she saw, in her mind, sharp little teeth latched onto her teats, nosing into her fur.

"Oh- oh- oh fuck oh fuck," she gasped, eyes wide.  Her left hand crept beneath her to her clit.  She could almost feel the suckling sensation happening and her pussy clenched in response while her six inch long tail curled beneath her coat.

He'd be there.  Next to her.  Her mate.  Their father.  Rubbing her back.  Hand sliding down to her ass.  Massaging her.  Kneading the skin.  Scratching her fur.  Petting her.  Slipping fingers between her ass cheeks.

"Ruh- rubbing me," she moaned as her fingers touched her engorged clit.

The thought of them drinking from her while being fingered drove her over the edge and she barked from a sudden, sharp orgasm. She'd barely touched herself before it happened.  Her sharp teeth bit into her lips.

"Freak," someone whispered, almost beyond her incredibly sensitive hearing.

Her body was on edge.  As if her skin were burning from the heat within.  All she wanted to do was touch herself.  To strip naked and plunge her fingers into her pussy until someone moved them aside to fuck her.

"Hah- hah- have to- have to get up," she told herself while whining and panting and licking her lips.

Forcing her hand away from her pussy with a low growl, Daniela focused once more.  As her fantasies continued to assault her, she shoved them away in order to clear her mind.  It took physical effort to accomplish it but, slowly, she found her strength returning.

Daniela picked herself up to stand while bracing herself against the handrail.

I- I need to leave, she told herself.  Something's wrong with me.  I need to go. I- I need to-

Her forward-facing nostrils opened and closed, flexing as her face continued to expand into a dog's muzzle.  White fur covered her cheeks with black spots beneath her eyes like strange freckles.

"Fuck.  Fuckfuckfuckfuck," she muttered as their scents filled her.

The girl forced herself to move, trudging up the stairs while breathing through her open mouth on her shortened muzzle.  She paused, briefly, just at the top of the landing.

Hairs shifted above her top lip and she whined while pawing at the area.  Translucent whiskers forced their way through her drooping lips.  The itch they caused was eased when she scratched at herself and her foot thumped against the ground in response.

Daniela's tail settled between her ass cheeks.  She glanced around, huffing and inhaling, turning and turning until she found the trail.  His trail - the man in the Dothraki costume who had passed earlier.

She spied him finally, standing against the wall with a plastic cup in his hand.  And she whined as she looked down to see the bulge in the tight leather pants he wore.

I can't.  I can't just- I can't, she thought to herself as her lips parted and her tongue peeked out.

An emptiness yawned within her - a void of gnawing heat that left her knees weak.  She began to pant like a proper dog as she glanced up at his bare, hairless chest.  Already she could imagine him behind her.  Over her.  Sliding along her back, skin to skin until his cock pressed against her pussy.

"His teeth... on my... shoulder..." she gasped, clawing at her dress, widening the holes she'd made earlier until three more teats were visible to any who looked through the opening in ther coat.  Flat white and black fur formed her pelt, creeping over her bare skin as shown in the other tears.

Her thick padding dragged against her teats and she moaned, low and long until it vibrated into a hungry growl.  Fingers caressing her belly, down her ripped dress, gathering it in her awkward hand and pulling until the hem raised over her furry thighs.

"Muh- mounting- mounting me," she whispered.

Swollen, white-furred labia trapped her panties between her pussy lips.  Her fur was slick with the cum liberally dribbling between her lips, having long overwhelmed the saturation of the sheer material.  Her pink lips were exposed and, as her hand pressed against her mound, a single claw shifted her the tightened crotch of her panties to the side so she could rub her clit.

The pink nub glistened beyond a tuft of cream-colored fur, free of its hood due to her arousal.  She snarled, flashing her sharp teeth as she rubbed herself and her eyes dropped back down to the man's crotch.

Her feet throbbed in her pumps and sharp, miniature cramps threatened to distract her from her fantasies.  Fur covered her ankles and the toebox of her shoes expanded when muscles grew and tendons shifted from the expansion of her forefeet.

"Knotting me like a bitch," she moaned again, delirious at the idea of it.  Drool dribbled down her chin until the fur growing over her cheeks crept down, trapping the liquid.  In her mind, he was changing.  His cock growing.  The base inflating inside of her.  Locking him in so he could-  "Breeding me.  Filling my womb.  Yes. Yes, fuck yes, breeding me, fuck!"

She pressed her fingers flat against her pussy before curling them and tearing the seat of her panties with her claws, snapping them to leave her pussy bare.  She brought her hand up to her mouth.  Her broad tongue pressed against her padding and she cleaned herself, folding her tongue between her fingers to lick the cum trapped by her fur.

The man's head was turned when she walked to him.  She pressed herself against his body with her furred, elongated cheek against his jaw while reaching down to stroke his cock.

"I want you," she whispered, roughly.  Turning, she licked his neck and up to his ear while spreading her knees to straddle his thigh.  Grinding against him until he could feel the heat from her pussy and the wetness soaking into his leather pants.  Humping him like a dog.

His cock twisted as it hardened and she moaned, slipping her hand into his pants in order to stroke him properly.

"Fuck, are you- are you serious?" He asked.

"Please," she whimpered, rubbing the padding on her palm and fingers against his cock.

Daniela shoved his pants down until his cock was half freed.  She raised one leg, hooking it around his thigh, and pressed herself down against him.

"Ohhhhh fuh- fuh- fuuuuuuuuck you feeeeeeel so goooooood," she moaned when the head of his cock spread her open.  Her juices slid down the shaft and she gripped him greedily while working her hips.

"Condom!  I have- wait- you have to- Jesus!" he said while grabbing her hips to pull her off.

"Please," Daniela begged.  She whined, continuously and licked his face.  Her tail curled between her thighs.  "Please?  Please fuck me?  Please?  Please.  I need it so bad.  I need it.  I need you to breed me.  Say it, oh god, say it please.  Say you'll breed me like a buh- like a bitch.  I want to hear it.  I need to hear it I need-"

"Christ lady, fuck.  Slow- come here," he said, grabbing her wrist while looking around.

A few people turned to watch as he pulled her along.  He checked random doors, peeking just inside - and apologizing quietly to a pair of men making out in the second room - before finding a small storage closet on the fourth try.

Daniela went in first with the young man following her.  As soon as he closed the door and turned, she had her claws in the strings at the front of his pants, tearing them free while shoving her tongue into his mouth, deep enough that he gagged and pulled her away.  Her tail, still growing, wagged fiercely behind her when his pants slipped down to fully reveal his cock.

She bent to him, dripping drool down to his shaft but he pulled her back and turned her around instead, shuffling in the small room to make space for her.

"Yes yes fuck me yes," she whimpered, pulling her coat to the side.  The weight of it dragged her tail with it, trapping it and hiding it from his sight.  Turning, she watched him pull a condom from his wallet.  "Nooo raw I want you raw inside of me.  I want you to cum in my pussy.  I want you to-"

"Breed you?" the man asked as he placed the condom against the head of his cock.

Daniela's eyes rolled back and she whined, high and loud.

"Yuh- yes, like that- say it like that," she whispered, forcing air from her throat as her mind clamped shut around the words he spoke.

"You're into some kinky shit, lady," the man said as he unrolled the condom.  "This fur gonna stick to me or something?  Guess it don't matter. What was it again?"

"Breed me," Daniela said hoarsely.  Her large brown eyes were wide, vacant, as her mind began to dwindle.

"Ah, yeah, like a bitch," the man said as he lifted her right leg.  Her lower body twisted to accommodate as he held her up and she placed her hands against the wall.  The shoe on her right foot slid off to show a wide paw with a thin callus covering the bottom of her toes and her forefeet.  "Breed you like a bitch."

"Yesssss," she hissed.

He missed at first and his cock slid through the thick, bushy tangle of fur covering her mound before repositioning himself and spreading her open.  Daniela whined piteously.  It felt good but wrong and she reached down when he pulled back.

Gripping his cock, she slid the condom free, forcing him out of her in order to remove it completely before tossing it aside and guiding him back into her.

He hesitated, licking his top lip before hormones won out with a muttered 'fuck it.'

Daniela howled quietly, a true bestial sound issuing from her black and pink lips when she felt his bare cock inside of her.  The squelch of her dripping pussy lips filled the small area with the rhythmic wet slap of her pussy against his crotch.

"You're... fucking... tight..." he groaned as he thrust into her.

Her leg and foot bounced as her toenails folded and thickened, curving out over the tips of her toes into dark claws.  Her left shoe burst, unable to continue the growth of her paws.  The faint scratching of those claws added to the noise of their rutting.

"Need.  To be.  Quiet," he groaned while leaning into her.

"In me in me inmeinmeinmeinme breed me I'm yours your bitch breed me fill me with puppies want your cum want your seed your bitch your good girl oh god say it say it say it call me your good girl please say it please say-"

"Christ.  Shut-  Oh fuck.  Oh fuck I'm already so close fuck," he moaned, slowing briefly before slamming into her hard enough that she barked in surprise.

"You're- good girl.  Right?  You're my good girl.  Just.  Be quiet," he told her.

Daniela's eyes rolled back again.  She sputted.  Growled.  Moaned and shuddered as an orgasm burst from within, far more powerful than the smaller ones she'd given herself once her changes began.  Drool splattered against the wall in front of her.  She slid against it before scrabbling and trying to hold herself up.

Her pink pussy lips pushed out around his cock.  The thin flesh filled out, swelling until the narrow edges were bulbous.  Her hood overwhelmed her clit, forcing it down as her pussy continued to bulge.  The distended, glistening lips compressed against the young man's crotch with every thrust, linking them with strands of her cum until they snapped from the motions.  Her pink spade tightened and the man moaned in response.

"Can feel.   Your pussy.  Clenching.  You came?  Good girl?" he asked.

She barked again and shuddered from a second, smaller orgasm.  Waves of pleasure coursed through her.  Her consciousness wavered.  When it returned she found herself babbling once more.

"-me breed me inside my pussy knot me like a bitch locked together your cum flooding me mounting me and oh god oh god oh god don't stop yes yes yes yes yes YES!"

She bucked, cumming once more and the coat fell away to reveal her tail.

"Fucking- what the- ngh-" the man pulled out of Daniela.  He stroked himself once, twice and grunted, flinging thick ropes of cum against the girl's stomach and side, hissing as he unloaded again and again.

"Nooooo! Noooo you promised you promised you would breed me you-" she snarled and dragged her claws through her fur, scooping the cum into her hands.  The creamy, thick liquid stood in contrast to the black padding and claws as she tried to force his seed between her tight dog-like spade.

"You- what's wrong with- you're fucking crazy.  What the fu-"

She ignored him, growling as she smeared cum over her body in a frantic race to shove it into her pussy, soaking the fur over her crotch, mound and thighs in the process.

The young man pulled up his pants, holding them with one hand as he opened the door and ran.  She slid on weak, post-orgasm legs until her ass touched the cold floor and still she continued to force his cum between her aching, swollen lips.

Sitting there, in the dim light of the supply closet, in a torn dress covered in cum with more strings latching onto her fur, Daniela moaned.  Her finger slipped inside and she pushed, cautious of her claws, fingering herself.  Drunk off of her orgasms and the memory of the man's cock and his words filling her brain.  Growling and moaning while pounding her swollen middle finger between her spade.

"Good.  Girl.  Said.  I was his good girl.  He'd breed.  Breed me," she mumbled, head lolling with her tongue dangling.

She barked every time she came, drumming her feet against the ground.  Weariness built over time until she lay there, unable to move with the party still going on outside.

The door opened and she raised her head slowly to see a slender young man.  He looked above her until he noticed her on the ground.  Surprise filled his eyes but was quickly replaced by a lust and a leering grin.

"Damn, girl, I saw you go in, but you didn't come out so, I thought-" he was rubbing himself as he stared at her pussy.  "That's a fucked up costume."

Daniela spasmed.  Her claws, resting against the floor, screeched when she dragged her hands back.  Until she raised one hand to her pussy, dipping two claws into her wetness to spread herself open.

"Yah?" he asked, still staring at her.  "You want some of this?"

"No- no condom," she told him.  "I-"

She shook her head.  It was- wrong?  But-

"Alright, fine with me," he said, dropping his shorts.

"Yesssss," she moaned, writhing as she stared at his hard cock, already losing herself to the fantasy once more.  "Breed me yessss..."

He knelt before her, guiding the head of his cock into her pussy.

"Lady, I'm about give you more'n a hundred and one puppies, I'ma cum in you so much."

Daniela snarled and clawed his back, triggered by his words.  Her legs wrapped around him, trapping him against her and he pounded without hesitation, burying his face into the fur covering her neck.

She begged him for more after he finished inside of her three times and he laughed, leaving but sending a friend to her and she lost count of the men who fucked her until she passed out, alone and exhausted.

The girl woke, covered in loose fur and dried cum.  Both flaked away when she moved and her hand went to her smooth, bare belly.

For a moment, she panicked, not understanding where she was or how she got there.  When the memories hit, she froze in terror.

And yet, there was a single thread of warmth winding its way through her.  Echoed words in her brain that sent chills down her spine and forced her to moan.

White hairs grew over her smooth mound until she shook her head to clear her thoughts.  The growth of hair stopped, but left her with a broad, soft bush.

Daniela staggered up, wrapping herself in the remains of her coat before peeking out of the closet and into the dark hallway.  She fled the house, walking barefoot through the snow until she reached her apartment.

Inside, she showered and slipped beneath her covers.  Intrusive thoughts left her gasping.  Twitching.  Moaning.  Turning as fur crept over her belly and teats twisted and hardened into place.

She fumbled for her phone, eager to send messages to past lovers but it slipped against the padding forming on her palm, thudding against the floor.  Her fantasies carried her through the rest of the night until her sheets were soaked and covered in loose black and white fur, leaving her drooling and snoring as bones twisted and her tail receded and curved fangs shrunk into cuspids and molars and her folded ears slid against her pillow, smaller and rounded and pink.

When she woke again, she told herself it was a dream.  A nightmare.  Something imagined after accidentally taking a drugged drink.

Still.

She held her birth control pill in her hand.  Staring at it.  Licking her lips.  Panting lightly.  Her head throbbed as she tipped her hand to let the little pill drop into the trashcan beside her.

I'll be safe, she told herself.  I don't need it.  I'll be- safe.

Daniela smiled as she flicked through her contacts to find someone she met a few weeks ago.  A quickly typed message invited him over and she growled, quietly, while sliding her hand over her belly, back and forth, back and forth, while fine white hairs grew over her nape.