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Topic: Anyone got these old CTF stories?

I think the author was "black raven " or "dark raven" or something.

First one was a guy and his girlfriend using a magic spell to make her his cock.

Second one was a maid having sex with a dog and then turned into the dog's cock by her witch mistress.

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Re: Anyone got these old CTF stories?

Don't know about that one mate. But there is a story where a mother got transformed into a octopus looking creature and inspiring by her, the daughter turned herself into her dog's cock. The story is called drugs drugs drugs. Probably there is some sequel or something like that.

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Re: Anyone got these old CTF stories?

Don't know of those ones either, but anyone know of a list of CTF stories somewhere? I stumble accross the odd one- I like the von kreiger one about the woman who brings her douchy husband to a tf bar.

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Re: Anyone got these old CTF stories?

The author you're asking is blackraven2. Great storyteller. This is the first story you asked about:

Getting Too Close

Sasha and Sally had been sort of together for years, basically since high
school, but their relationship was never getting bored. They always found
something new to entertain themselves together, and tried literally
everything, from bondage, over group orgies, up to and including some scary
practices that involved razorblades and left a couple of scars on rarely seen
in public spots.  Their relationship was trusting enough that it even survived
affairs with a couple of other girls and guys on both sides, virtually
unharmed, both of them knew they could always and anytime rely on the other.
It was deeper than love, love was for short, ecstatic affairs, their bond
seemed to have always been and ever be, whether they lived together or not.
Weirdly they never completely stayed together or married either, maybe because
they searched the thrill, needed new ideas, new things. But still, often
enough they explored them together.

When Sasha found a magic book in an old monastery, that included interesting
spells intended for sexual practices, naturally he came to Sally to show her
his endeavour.

The book was ancient, but somehow seemed to be unaffected by time. It had been
hidden in the crypt of a monastery ruin the universities archeology department
was examining, and looked so new his prof didn't even ask when he put it to
his personal stuff. No way it could have been an artifact.

Its insides bore an introduction to magic, but also example spells, and Sasha
had found a very interesting one. Its description read, clumsily translated,
something like "The dream of a men and slave girl, when having intercourse
with slave girl, is to be as one.  'Angrilus merge' makes his girl and his
member as one. Intense pleasure is created for the wielder. His girl witnesses
great alive pleasure during the whole length of the procedure. The
modification stays for three and wears off after three to four to five
ejaculations. Side effects: Strength of his member and vitality is increased."

The picture next to the spell showed a men with erect penis, but the penis was
a girl, with erect nipples, arching back, ecstasy in her eyes.

Needless to say, Sally didn't need convincing. The procedure required Sasha to
create a substance containing various weird ingredients, including cum of them
both, and a complex but detailedly described procedure to mix. The result was
a slimy translucent sticky gel that did smell of nothing. Both of them naked,
he covered his dick with it, her helping him applying it, much to his delight.
She was as aroused as he was, so she turned around, bent forward and awaited
his touch, gasping as she felt his tip gently touch her nether lips.

He grabbed her hips as he had done many times before, shifted his position to
match, then pulled her down unto himself. She grabbed her own breasts as she
was sitting down into his lap, while he was still sitting on the edge of her
bed. She humped his member slightly, shifting back and forth, feeling a warm,
almost burning, but pleasant sensation within her, not unlike some special
lubrication gels they had used before. He let a slight moan, while she looked
at him over her shoulder telling him. "Well I don't know whether this merge
thing might work or not, but this is definitely fun."

He smiled, not caring about the magic part, just about the sensations, feeling
the slight burning, too, and it turned him on hard. Thrusting into her,
lifting his hip slightly and turning rhythmically, he went away in a frenzy of
bliss. She moaned with every thrust of him, reaching down with her hands,
rubbing her clit, while squeezing her own breast, closing her eyes and arching
as she approached a climax.

They both came at the same time, and while spurting into her, somewhere in the
back of his mind he just worried whether she still took the pill, then all his
worries exploded in a burst of ecstasy. Sally shuddered, arching heavily,
grabbing both her breasts, as a wave of energy erupted from her vagina,
intense as she had never felt before.

When Sally opened her eyes again, still shuddering from the afterglow, her
body felt weird. Somehow her legs movement seemed restricted, and very warm,
and something was stuck to her hip. She was resting on Sasha's warm leg,
wondering how his leg became so big. Then she remembered the merge spell.
Looking down she found out that she was attached to Sasha at the waist. More
exactly she seemed to grow out of Sasha just above the hip. Her skin went
wrinkly around her belly and very baggy and stretched downward, completely
engulfing her legs in a sort of bag. She could move in it, seeing the bulge of
her feet press the skin outwards. She also felt the sensations on his skin
around her, his thighs, and his belly behind him as if it were part of her.

Sasha had his eyes open and looked at Sally in astonishment. He could feel her
body as if it was part of his, her skin, her arms, her breasts. Tiny and
sensitive. He clenched his hip muscles, and Sally twitched a bit, her body
shifted upright slightly. "Hey!" she yelped, feeling a weird jerk beyond her
waist, moving her. She turned towards Sasha, looking into his eyes.  "It
really worked" she whispered.

Sasha approached her with his hand, his fingers suddenly very big, ever so
gently touching her breasts and exposed nipples. She smiled, but he gasped
from the sensation. Sally realised. "You can feel my body?" It made sense, if
she could feel his skin around her he would probably sense all of her.

Sally smiled evilly, touching her skin with her hands, rubbing her sides up
and down, then squeezing her breasts, continuing with her neck, then her
mouth, extending her tongue, licking her arms. Immediately she felt a pulsing
jerk in her hips again as Sasha responded to the stimulation, lifting her
pointing straight up. He couldn't help but grasp her whole body with his hand,
feeling her breasts between his fingers, feeling his fingers on her breasts,
the slight touch so sensitive.  Sally felt a pulsing sensation in her belly,
and a warmness spreading, filling her, turning her on like crazy. She squeezed
herself into Sasha's hand, rubbing herself against his fingers, moaning.  He
moaned, too, tightening his grip slightly and stoking her, almost as if giving
himself a hand job. With the new unique sensations it took not long, then he
came hard. She had an orgasm at the very same time, arching strong, grabbing
her breasts between his fingers, her legs clenching together, squeezing the
testicles beyond her feet. Then she felt a pressure, as something squirted
inside her, through her. Her head arching back, and a warm liquid pressing up
through her throat. His cum exited her mouth in a long arch, tasting slightly
salty on her lips.

Sally didn't care, the afterglow being more intense then the last time. She
felt a nice warmness all inside her. While the pulsing had receded mostly, she
rested relaxingly in his lap. Gently she kissed his legs, feeling Sasha's
fingers on her back, where he stroked her, petting her nicely. "That was
great" she said. "It felt so, complete." Sasha just nodded, still dizzy from
what he had experienced.

"How do we get apart again?" Sally asked after a while. Sasha reminding her
about the three to five ejaculation note in the book. Sally smiled viciously.
"You know, we could call Marita over for a threesome, while this lasts then."

Sasha thought about it and smiled, then stood up, to get the phone. Sally was
lifted from her resting place in his lap and dangled head down from between
his legs. "Hey!" she yelped, shifting back, arching backwards to get into an
upright position.  Somehow, when he was not excited, their joint seemed to
have much less strength, she wasn't able to hold up, just arching to a sort of
straight forward position. So she grabbed his hair and pulled herself up that
way.  "Ouch, hey, don't pull that." "Sorry, but I prefer not dangling between
your legs like that, it makes me dizzy." More carefully he walked on to the
phone and pressed one of the quick dial buttons. He had had a short affair
with Marita, but they didn't get along too well. No one did in the long run so
Marita was still single, but they kept on good terms and occasionally had some
fun. She didn't object: "Yeah, sure, why not. Was fun last time. But I have
something in the oven here, I can't come over tonight.  Why don't you come
here instead?" Sasha glanced at Sally, she thought about it, then nodded.
"OK, lets do it like that then, we'll be there in 10 minutes.

Sasha got his boxer shorts, and started sliding in. Carefully he pulled it
over Sally, she grabbing the fabric and aiding it over her head. She found out
it had a comfortable bulge in it where she could rest, while he walked and got
the rest of his clothes on. "Are you OK in there" Sasha asked? Her response
was muffled, but he could feel that she had nodded. It was still weird to feel
her body like this, as part of his own.

Walking over, he felt her shifting in his pants, and again it aroused him. Her
skin seeming so much more sensitive. She felt the arousing pulse from beneath,
shifting her around, erecting her position a bit. A slight moan escaped her,
as her now erect nipples brushed against the skin of his pants.  She yelled at
him. "Hey, don't tell me you feel like this every time you walk." Sasha
smiled, then grabbed the bulge in his pants and squeezed a bit, feeling the
pressure on his Sally, forcing a slight Moan out of her again.

Marita was surprised, when Sasha seemingly came alone. It took a little bit
convincing of him to talk her into starting without Sally, as she would "come
later". Sally had a really hard time not to giggle to loudly.

Finally they made it to Marita's bedroom, Sasha getting hard as he hugged
Marita and gave her a little kiss. Sally found it weird to feel the pulsing
feeling beneath her waist, and getting all horny without an apparent reason.
But she enjoyed it nonetheless, eagerly awaiting Sasha to drop his pants.

Sasha told Marita he had a surprise for her. She seemed to expect a new
piercing in an interesting spot or something, which was close enough. Sasha
undressed in a teasing way, showing his butt to Marita, careful not to let
her see Sally yet. Sally was fully upright, glancing up at Sasha with lust in
her eyes. "Shall we show her?" she whispered. He just nodded with a smile,
then turned around.

Sally posed, proudly, with her hands behind her head, and her chest outward.
"Tadaa!"

Marita didn't believe her eyes. "How did you get there?" She approached to have
a closer look. Sasha gasped as Marita touched Sally, checking if she was real.
both Sasha and Sally slightly shuddering at the sensation.

Sasha gave a brief explanation, leaving Marita with anticipation. "So you guys
want to have sex like that? Wow, that's bold." She posed on the bed, her legs
spread, showing the pink slit between her legs, her hair down there all waxed
away.

Sasha crawled over her, Sally between his legs approaching Marita's pink
softness. Then he slowly lowered himself, placing Sally's belly across
Marita's vagina. It looked really huge to Sally and was so nicely soft. She
grabbed the metal ring, Marita had pierced through her clit with both hands,
and pulled slightly. Sasha felt the cold metal against Sally's hands as he
caressed Marita's breasts. Shuddering even more as Sally bent forward and gave
the cold metal a lick. He could even feel Sally's tongue.  Sally didn't stop
there. She pulled the ring further, then licked Marita's clit, taking it into
her mouth, sucking on it. Marita moaned.

Then Sasha pulled his hip back a bit, lifting Sally up. But she kept holding
Marita's ring with both hands, then stuck one hand into the increasingly
liquid moistness further down between Marita's labia.  Sasha lowered her
again, and Sally's breasts touched against Marita's wet lips. Sally inserted
both arms into Marita, opening her before her head, like a diver.

Sasha thrust forward. Sally entered Marita up to her shoulders, only her
breasts pressing against Marita's labia for a second, the touch on her erect
nipples sending shivers through her and Sasha. Marita gasped, arching as Sally
penetrates her, sliding further in, her hard nipples and her hair rubbing the
insides of her vaginal entrance.

Sally entered a moist warm tunnel, her whole body pulsing with pleasure. She
stretched her arms against the soft skin around her, caressing the slicky
insides of Marita. The smell was intense, but not too bad. She had licked
Marita's pussy before, but never had she been that close.

Sasha thrust her fully in, inserting her up to the waist, pressing his
hipbone against Marita's metal ring armored clit. Then, panting for a few
seconds, he slowly pulled her out a few inches.

Sally shuddered as her breasts slid over the slightly ripply inside of Marita
again, her fingers caressing the tunnel walls in front of her. She felt a
familiar taste on her tongue as a few drops of precum fond their way through
her body and up her throat. Hastily she  gulped them back down.

Then it went in again, and again. She heard Marita moaning, the walls around
her contracting in uncontrolled spasms. And finally she couldn't hold back
anymore, arching, shuddering, spurting a big load of white substance from deep
within her deep into Marita.

As the pulsing dizziness cleared and she opened her eyes, she was still inside
Marita, but again more relaxed. Marita's inside still contracted, sucking at
her, pulsing. Then slowly she felt herself pulled out as Sasha, who was
panting heavily, got her free.

Blinking the stickiness of her eyes she could get a glance at Marita, slick
liquid oozing out between her legs, staining the blankets. Marita was
clenching her hand into the pillows, the other on her breast, her hip
occasionally twitching, her eyes still closed.

As she finally opened her mouth again, she seemed to be glowing with deep
happiness from within. "Wow! Just Wow!"

Sasha looked at Sally, both of them similarly happy with what they did,
Sally's hair clinging against her body, all covered with sexy juices.

"We need to get you clean though." Sasha suggested. Sally nodded, gulping down
a last drop of cum, as they went to the bathroom.

Sasha went under the shower, and put Sally under the sprinkler, then offered
some soap to her. Then he just enjoyed as she brushed her own body, sending
shivering sensations through his body again, as she touched herself.

When Marita was done cleaning herself too, they went to the living room, still
naked as they were, to eat something.

"So how do you get back to normal then?" Marita asked Sally.  "Its supposed to
wear off after three times cumming it said. This was the second." "Just like
that? Poof and you are back to normal?" "I don't know" Sally said. "It
started just like that, so why not. What did the book say?" Sally asked Sasha.
Sasha shrugged. "I don't know, it just says it will go back to normal after 3
to 5 times or something." "Fair enough. I assume you didn't do that before,
did you?" Sally and Sasha shook their heads.

Later, Marita offered them food, and while Sasha enjoyed the delicious meal,
Sally found out that she was unable to eat anything, without hurting both
herself and Sasha. Her insides didn't seem to work the same way anymore.

So instead they went dressed again, Sally snuggled into Sasha's warm
underpants, and they left for home.

"I'm tired, can you get me back to normal, before we head to sleep?" Sally
asked him after they arrived. Sasha smiled, considering the procedure that
implied. "Sure, just make me cum." Sally gave him a mischievous look, then took
one of her nipples between her fingers and twisted it till it hurt.
Immediately she felt a jerking in her lower body, as Sasha responded, letting
out a gasp. A slight pulsing started and Sally was heaved into a more upright
position again. It came naturally to her to start rubbing herself, teasing
herself.  The throbbing went stronger. She could feel Sasha's heartbeat all
over her body, as if he pumped her with his blood. That somehow turned her on
even more. She caressed her own neck, then Sasha's strong hand engulfed her
whole body and started to stroke slightly.  She closed her eyes, feeling a few
drops of precum coming up her throat again, filling her mouth with the thick
tasty slime. Then a surge deep within her made her arch, like an electric
shock, and spurt a big load of cum out of her mouth, and across the bedsheets.

As she came to herself this time, she felt weak and limp. Somehow something
was odd. She realised she couldn't feel her legs. She could however perfectly
feel Sasha's testicles in the sack beneath her.  Something in her lower torso
seemed to have changed too, her muscles felt different, and her lower spine
seemed to be simply gone.

Her upper body, breasts, shoulders and arms seemed mostly as before. Still it
was odd.

Sasha felt it too, and looked at her. Then felt his ball sack with his hand,
lifting Sally up, who's body was bendable in weird ways.

"You didn't get loose yet." he thought load.

"I think, somethings wrong. It feels like I'm turning into your dick or
something."

Sasha looked more closely, squeezing Sally's waist. There seemed to be no bone
in there. But his body responded to the touch, and soon Sally felt a light
throbbing again, making her belly elongate, thicken and harden, a few veins
appearing under her skin that weren't there before.

Sasha gazed at her with worry and fascination at the same time. It felt like
getting a boner, but instead Sally went erect. Soon the swelling reached her
chest, and, making Sally gasp, heaved her chest up, almost against her will,
as if she had his dick between her rips.

Sally looked at him sadly, she didn't like this new development. Still of
course her body responded to the sensations, her nipples growing hard and
pointy, but her arms stuck sideways a bit helplessly. She tried to speak, but
couldn't flex her lungs enough, only a soft moan escaping her lips.

Sasha panted, then waited for the erection to ebb down. Slowly Sally relaxed,
being able to breathe again. "I think something is wrong, can you check your
book again? Maybe you oversaw something."

He nodded and walked over, Sally dangling helplessly from his waist. Then came
back sitting down. He placed the book in his lap under Sally so she could look
at the pages too, and read the spell description again. But it clearly said it
would wear off after 3 to 5 times. "Well we had three times, maybe try once
more. Ready?" Sally nodded and braced herself, then Sasha started stroking his
dick, her body, until the throbbing had filled her up that she thought she'd
burst, throbbing with every heartbeat of him, making her dizzy but also
turning her on like crazy. Soon again she couldn't hold herself. She felt his
warm load press up through her body, through a pipe somewhere under her skin,
ending in her mouth making her squirt his cum over the sheets again.

As the afterglow ebbed down, her hair had disappeared, leaving her head skin
bare and soft, her face elongated and thick, her tongue seemingly gone, but
her mouth being weirdly round now. Within it she could still feel some drops
of cum, but she couldn't gulp. She couldn't turn her head either, but there
seemed to be a lot of skin around her shoulders. Sasha lifted her up. and
looked at her. Her arms were gone too, and her breasts were only slight bulges
on the front side of his dick, ending in visible nipples.

Sally tried to speak, but she only got a moan. She seemed to have no bones in
her chest anymore, her movement restricted to twitching and slightly bending
one way or the other. Her lower body was completely limp and looked exactly
like Sasha's dick would normally look.

"This isn't right." He said. "There must be a mistake, I think this wearing
off doesn't mean you get free, you are just turning into my dick. We need to
find a counter spell or something". Sally managed something like a nod. Not
much but at least proofing to Sasha that she was still there.

The page with the spell didn't give any more clues, so he flipped a couple of
pages back. Other spells, most titled Angrilus something. Many of them sexual
practices, most of them very cruel to the girl. Deciphering a few he came to
the conclusion that whoever that Angrilus were, used his slave girls to
strengthen his own vitality to grow incredible old. He also had had sadistic
tendencies.

Finally, at the beginning of what could be a chapter he found a sort of
introduction. It told what he had expected. Angrilus was a sadistic bastard,
and each and every spell he used lead to the death of another innocent girl.
The spell they did seemed to be a sexually fantasised modification of a spell
that simply absorbed another living beings life energy into oneself. He
translated loud what he found, and he felt Sally shudder and sob.  Frantically
he searched the book for possible clues to how to counter the effect. Sally
eventually sleeping on his lap, he spent most of the night making notes,
learning more about the magic. But eventually he was too tired to think,
placed the book away and went to sleep, careful not to wake Sally while
covering himself with a blanket.

Sally woke up in the middle of the night. It was warm, dark and moist, some
skin covering most of her face. Her lips brushed against fabric, her sides
resting against Sasha's warm tights. She could hear him snoring slightly.

She tried to stretch herself to get her eyes free. Wiggling a bit she felt
herself sliding over his legs, the fabric brushing against her tip.  Wiggling
more, eventually her body responded. Or was it Sasha's? She couldn't tell. But
with a slight pulsing she felt herself get erect a bit, the skin pulling back,
freeing her eyes. Soft fabric brushed over her exposed face.  Nothing to do,
imprisoned under the twilight of the blanket she started thinking about her
situation. Being in place of Sasha's dick wasn't even that bad, she found. She
always had liked to be really close to him. But the recent merging, turning
her limp and immobile was depressing. And another cum would turn her completely
into his dick, unknown whether she'd even still be able to think. But then she
thought about him, having doomed her, while caring for her. He'd probably
spent the rest of their lives trying desperately not to cum ever again. And
eventually it was inevitable, a moist dream or another girl screwing with him,
and that would be it. She wasn't really looking forward to him having to pee
either. She could feel his bladder somewhere behind her, it was starting to
strain, he would have to pee in the morning.

She couldn't sleep, so she continued pondering. But as the time went on, a
decision was slowly forming in her mind. It made no sense to try to postpone
the inevitable. It might be better for her and better for him to get it over
with.  When he stirred again, then turned around in his sleep, squeezing Sally
between his hip and the bed, pressing her into the sheets, it settled her
decision.

Sally started to wiggle a bit, trying to press herself into the sheets a bit
more.  Eventually Sasha's erection grew, elongating her, exposing her face
fully.  Veins bulged on her body, giving her a ripply look, her breasts
shifting over the sheet. She gasped slightly, then with tears of
determination, she continued rubbing over the sheets.

Sasha didn't wake up. But he still responded, letting a couple of
unintelligible moans, and starting to hump the sheets rhythmically. By that
Sally didn't care anymore, sexual bliss taking over logical thinking. She felt
the pulsing of Sasha's blood in tune with his heartbeat pump up her body
completely, even her face hard and erect, her skin  smooth and firm, stretched
over the swelling within her. She couldn't even move, as firm as she was
pressed into her skin, she felt the pipe going through her, ending in her
mouth. And she had no way to stop the liquid of the first precum sipping out
and wetting the sheets, sticky on her cheeks. Her breasts started hurting
slightly from rubbing against the sheet so much, but she didn't care.
Shuddering she awaited the climax, at the same time hoping it would take a bit
longer, since it would be her end, and also because it felt so good, so
good...

Sasha spread a big load of cum into the bed sheet, but he was so tired, he
didn't even wake from it. It wasn't until in the morning, when he looked at
his surroundings, and, seeing Sally's bedroom and the magic book on the table,
it dawned to him what had happened. He hurried to put the sheet away to see
after Sally, but the nagging feeling that she wouldn't be there, judging by a
slight stickiness and him unable to feel her, turned to reality when he saw
the yellowish stain on the sheet, and his own cock, limp and small and wrinkly
between his legs, and no trace of Sally anywhere.

He cried. He tore on his hairs, ripped the sheet of the bed and kicked them
through the flat, but it didn't change anything. Sally was gone. No not
really. She was part of him now, he felt younger, healthier, and his dick
seemed bigger, even while it was limp. And it hadn't been small before.

But somehow all of that wasn't what he urged for...

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Re: Anyone got these old CTF stories?

I recommend checking out blackraven2's furaffinity account for more of their work.  The second story you asked for:

Mistress' Punishment

Mary didn't know what exactly had ridden her that very evening. It had started
like so many. She had finished cleaning the alchemist laboratory as usual,
then continued in the mansion. Basically she had worked for the mistress for
most of her live, since her parents died from the disease and her uncle gave
her to the mistress as a maid. It was slave labour, and the mistress was
strict. But not cold-hearted, and Mary was always well fed, not like the long
nights of daring hunger she remembered when her poor parents had been still
alive. But Mary had matured considerably during the past years, and she had
found desires and dreams unknown to a child. She had started an affair with
one of the apprentices of the mistress, but he had gotten in trouble, when an
elder student had found about them, and she hadn't seen him since.  All that
was left to keep her company was Hector,the mistress dog. The creature stayed
with Mary during the day, when the mistress was working, and they grew so fond
of each other that Mary almost thought of him as her own pet. He was a proudly
built black brown doberman, but despite his dreadful appearance he was gentle,
and due to his young age very playful. The mistress had started lessons with
him to train him as a guard dog, but the rest of the day he was around Mary
and more like a companion to her than the obedient guard he was trained for
when "on duty".

Nevertheless Mary had never been so desperate and lonely, that she would have
even thought about what she did that night. She just had finished dusting the
shelves and was about to get to floor cleaning, when her eyes spotted Hector
on the floor busy with himself. He was licking himself and his member was very
erect and very long, and the sight reminded Mary painfully about the
fulfillment the few nights with the apprentice had brought her, hidden in the
sheds hay. She had bent down and started petting hector, like so often, then
carelessly had started to feel for his genitals. Hector had looked at her in
surprise, but then definitely had liked her playing with him. He turned around
on his back, enjoying being petted.  Soon later Mary had loosened her gown and
had started playing with herself with the other hand. The dog had noticed the
smell and she had not pushed him away when he came to sniff her, and then lick
her.  Her desire had been so great, and the pleasure Hector provided her had
been so nice, that soon one had lead to the other, and eventually Hector
followed his instincts and mounted Mary from the back.

What Mary hadn't known was that a dogs genitals would grow such immensely
inside her, making him stuck to her. When it happened she didn't mind, but
panic had struck her when she heard the mistress steps on the stairs. Hector
still happily humping her, his weight resting on her back.

Mary covered her face with her hands when the mistress came in. She was still
on the ground on all fours, unable to get up with the dogs heavy body on top
of her, unable to conceal anything. Her breasts sticking out of her opened
dress, pointy with excitement, wobbling with Hectors movement, her backside
visibly wet, and of course the dog humping her. She felt his saliva on her
back, soaking through her dress as he had his tongue hanging out sideways,
panting with open maw.

The mistress took a few seconds to get a view of the whole situation. Emotions
well hidden behind her stoic face, surprise, anger, maybe even knowing smile?
One would have needed to be an empath to tell, so well she had herself under
control. When she spoke her voice was controlled and accusing.

"Mary, how dare you give yourself to my dog like that?! In my very living
room! How humiliating, do you have no pride at all?"

Marry sobbed. She had been not far from her peak, but the adrenaline rush
sobered her.

"Mistress, I am sorry, please, surely it never will happen again..."

But the mistress shook her head.

"False regret because of being caught will not teach you the lesson you are
lacking. One doesn't give oneself to a dog like that, like an animal, but you
are obviously lacking the understanding. You therefore need to be taught some
humility."

Mary had expected detention. Or even being stricken. The mistress hadn't
struck her ever, (though her cook had, when she had been stealing sweets as a
child). Still she expected something like that, and the fear from it made her
whimper.

"Mistress, I plead your forgiveness, I am sorry."

This time the mistress really smiled. An almost cruel smile. "Don't fear,
child. There is wisdom to be gained.  Never fear an opportunity to gain
insight you are lacking. As you might not have known, dogs are stuck to each
other every time they do, that. For quite a while actually. Its natural. Now I
deem it fitting if you are stuck a bit longer, so you see why a dog is not for
you, no matter how lonely you are. Don't think I don't know about your
adventure with young Aurelius, over in the barn. I don't blame you, but his
education is too important to be interrupted by fooling around. Therefore I
made sure he has no desires like that until at least after his exams."

The mistress walked over to Hector, still attached to Marys back. "Yes, now
you are wagging, happy to see me, my puppy? Oh you are such a naughty dog.
That will teach you a lesson too. Yes, good dog, it won't hurt, just a
second".

Mary didn't see what the mistress was doing to the dog, but she saw the
reflection of a blue light on the shiny surface of a chandelier on the wall.
The dog tried to pull out of her, making her wince, but they were still stuck.

The mistress went back to the door. "I still have work to do in the
laboratory. You will not clean here tomorrow, the cooks daughter will take
cour part for now."

The heavy door fell into its lock, and Mary was again alone with Hector. She
was crying silently, upset with herself and with the stupid dog that made her
stuck. Hector on the other side was finally approaching his peak, then
released a warm sticky load into Mary. She shuddered, moaning, half in
pleasure, half in denial. Then the world went crazy.

A burning sensation radiated from her crotch, making her tense. Hectors shaft,
moments ago a hot presence within her, seemed gone, instead she seemed to be
part of hector directly. The world around her grew rapidly. She realised she
was shrinking, when her gown fell loose over her head, momentarily blocking
her sight. The dogs weight shifted, then vanished, instead she was lifted into
the air, dangling down, screaming.

Hector yelped. Something was wrong, hurt him, where it hurts most. Mary
vanished from under him somehow. He made a step forward and growled, then
dropped to the ground to see what was wrong with his privates.

Mary got loose of her gown, when Hector moved. She couldn't feel her legs
anymore, and something warm and furry surrounded her waist. The weird
sensations and the dizziness from dangling upside down made her do what she
anticipated to do since the lady had found her, she fainted.

Hector didn't understand what was happening to him. His member had changed and
somehow merged with Mary. It also smelled like Mary, but as he stubbed her
with his nose, he could feel the touch as if on his own very sensitive skin.
The dog was confused. Yet it stopped hurting. Mary had her eyes closed, was
she sleeping? He licked her face to wake her up. Whoo, that felt good. More
confusion. He licked again.

Mary woke up from a wet slap in her face. When she opened her eyes again,
Hectors snout was in front of her, really huge, salivating, licking her.
Hector was pleased to see her react. Mary could feel his tail wagging
somewhere behind her. She could generally feel parts of Hectors body around
where she was stuck to him, his belly, parts of his backlegs, his balls, and
his warm fuzzy shaft neatly stuck to her. That's when it slowly got to her
that she had turned into the dogs dick. "Hector, no, stop that." she told him,
as he kept licking her face.  Hector looked at her with big doggy eyes
questioning. Why stop? It felt so good. But Mary didn't seem to like it. Well
it was confusing to have Mary there. Mary petted his nose with her tiny hand.
"That's a good dog. Good Hector." At least he was listening to her she thought
relieved.  The touch tickled Hector. Both on his nose and on Marys hand.  That
felt weird, but not unpleasant.

Mary took her hand back and tried to clear her thoughts. The mistress had
turned her into the dogs dick. A cruel punishment, but it didn't feel
undeserved. But what now? Tears were approaching. The dog looked at her, his
excitement slowly ebbing off. Mary felt being tugged backwards, into a warm
fuzzy tunnel made by Hectors skin. It snug nicely against her naked skin,
warming her, snuggling around her breasts and around her neck, then even over
her head. The dog looked at his privates for a bit more, then, feeling that
she was comfortable in there, placed his head between his front paws and went
to sleep. Mary was silently sobbing until Hectors deep calm breathing lulled
her to sleep, too.

When Mary woke up the next morning, she didn't know where she was. Something
moved, but she couldn't see. When she felt Hectors warm skin and his legs move
behind her, the memory of the previous evening came over her like a rain of
fire. She peeked out of the tunnel Hectors skin made. Grass. He must be
outside. She could see Hectors snout deep on the ground, following a trail,
then stop sniffing on a tree. Something dawned her like impending doom, but
the realisation hadn't sunk yet, when Hector lifted his leg and released his
bladder. "What? Noo*ulp*" She felt herself pushed forward a bit as Hectors
muscle released. She could feel the pressure of his bladder release through a
pipe that somehow went through to her own belly and further up her throat,
then the ammonium rich stench of his pee filled her mouth and nose as a huge
load of his pee exited her. She couldn't stop it or prevent it, and it seemed
to go on forever. Spluttering, flailing her arms, she was sputtering Hectors
mark all over his fur and the ground, until he finally clenched his bladder
shut.

Mary coughed up, trying to get the rest out of her mouth and nose, spitting it
out. It didn't taste as bad as it smelled, but the concept was so disgusting.
She wanted to clean herself, wipe her face, but she had nothing except some
fur that was as soaked as she was.

Hector felt Mary being in trouble down there, so he lowered himself on the
floor, turned around and had a look. Everything was covered in pee, that
didn't use to happen to him since he was a small pub. It didn't feel right, so
he started cleaning himself by licking.  This time Mary was almost grateful
for the wet tongue over her face and breasts. But it triggered something else.
It aroused Hector to lick himself there, more than usual, and it also aroused
Mary. To the same extend she was pushed further forward out of Hectors shaft,
until his furry skin stretched out and seamlessly connected to her belly. Mary
touched the skin there, it felt weird to have her body continue as a dogs
penis shaft beyond her waist like that. And it somehow turned her on, too. She
grabbed her breasts, nipples pointing out, and Hector gave a happy yelp,
giving her another tongue slap.

She was overly aware of his heartbeat, blood pumping into her, somehow
stiffening her, arousing her more. Hector started panting happily, his mouth
open. Mary turned around, rubbing her breasts against Hectors soft belly fur,
but soon her body go so stiff it forced her back around.  Her belly seemed to
bulge somehow, almost like a ball. She realised that his cock must usually
look like that when it went stuck. It felt so good, she felt her climax
approaching, rubbing her back against Hector, squeezing her own breasts. Then
she arched, and hector tensed too, and she could feel something tighten back
at his balls, pressure build, and then another hot liquid was pressed into her
and through her. Her head jerking up in reflex, and white sauce sputtering
from her mouth and sticking to Hectors fur.

It tasted salty, and Mary was glad that it finally made the pee stench go away
from her mouth. Hector was laying on his back for a while panting. Then they
both heard the mistress whistle in the distance. Hector got up, and Mary felt
herself being tugged back into his shaft as he run back towards the home, his
tail wagging happily.


The mistress greeted her dog cheerfully, the let him back inside the mansion.
She didn't even bother looking for Mary, and Mary was too embarrassed to
address her master. Soon later they were alone again. Hector found his way to
the kitchen to check on his food bowls. Indeed, someone had left some
breakfast leftovers there. Sniffing them told Hector that he had to thank the
cook for that. He ate them eagerly.

Mary was bored and tried to get the dogs attention. Her voice sounded so lost
in the big kitchen that she doubted Hector would listen to her, but the
sensitive dog ears sensed her immediately. Hector looked around for Mary in
the kitchen, searching where the voice came from. before he remembered that
Mary was now part of himself. He glanced back in a weird way between his legs.
Mary wondered, would he listen to her? "Sit down, Hector" she told him.
Hectors glance turned questioning. Was she wanting to play? "Sit!" Mary
commanded. Then she felt herself being lowered. Hector was quite intelligent.
Could she teach him to get her where she wanted? She petted his belly fur,
reaffirming him. "That's a good dog, yes Hector, such a good dog." Hector
looked at her from an angle. He understood her, but she realised she might
have a better way of caressing him. Hector started wagging his tail as she
stroke her own body, the sensitive skin on her breasts sending waves of
pleasure through Hector, rising Mary up and partially out of his shaft.

Mary stopped, and demanded Hector to get up. Again he complied. She tried
something more difficult. Would he walk to the living room? "Go to the sofa
Hector, to the sofa." Hector looked at her , when she repeated he barked, but
didn't move. Was it too complicated? The sofa was in the living room, maybe he
didn't know the term. "Hector, good dog, go to the door. Go out!" This time he
seemed to know what to do. It wasn't the first time he was sent out of the
kitchen, though usually the cook was the slightly threatening reason.

It didn't take long for Mary to make Hector go where she wanted. When he went
the wrong way she simply would squeeze her own nipple with her fingernails. It
hurt her, but the wincing yelp Hector made told her that it must be at least
as much unpleasant for him. He leaned down, turning on his back and licked her
over her face, whimpering for forgiveness. "Oh Hector, good dog, yes, you are
a good dog, I'm sorry. Yes. Now get up again."

Mary practiced a bit with hector, and got around quite a bit, though closed
doors proofed quite a hindrance. Hector hadn't learned how to open that yet.
Could she teach him? She tried something simpler, trying to make him stand up
or jump up on something, but he had grown tired with the exercises and
repeatedly just wandered off. Eventually Mary gave up and snuggled back into
his warm tunnel. At least the day wasn't as boring as she had feared.

In the night Hector woke up, driven by instincts still unknown to him.  The
window was open and he had barely noticed a faint smell in the wind. Where was
it coming from? It aroused him. Somehow it was a bit like how Mary had smelled
when they played. But wilder. More real. Calling him.  His body reacted,
pushing the sleeping Girl out of his shaft, and making her body stiffen. But
she slept through it for now.

When he put his newly acquired skill how to open doors to use, Mary woke up.
"Hector? What are you doing? I can't see, its so dark here... Hector, go back
home." Hector didn't go back home, the smell was too tempting. It was even
fainter now, he wouldn't even have noticed it if he wasn't searching for it.
Instincts told him, a dog lady was in heat, and he had to search her.

On swift paws he run through the gate, and along the road, then through the
bushes into the forest. There was a trail now, he just had to follow. An easy
task for him, the smell tempting, calling, urging.

Marys ears thumped from the throbbing of the running dogs heartbeat. Each
movement hardened her more, aroused her more. She didn't know exactly what
Hector was going for, but somehow she anticipated it as much as he did. Her
body did.

She had snow white fur, a sleek body, but the hint of powerful muscles under
her fur. By the standards of a dog, she was an angel, and her smell was
overwhelming. She looked at Hector, then came to sniff him, but Hector went
straight for her backside to smell for the source of his desires. She was in
heat, and he responded the natural way.  The first attempt, she moved away,
but made no attempt to flee or bite him away. Encouraged he grabbed her belly
and heaved himself on her warm and soft back,rubbing his chin over her back.
She was so perfect, so adorable.

The dog didn't notice a hint of a cruel smile in the eyes of the bitch,
neither did Mary, her breasts pointy, her body erect and anticipating, her
brain overwhelmed by the throbbing, pulsing, pressure that needed release.
She saw the opening before her glint in the moonlight, put her arms in front
of herself to go in like a diver breaks through a water surface.  Then slick
warm walls sucked at her, urged her further in, and Hector gladly complied,
shoving her in, starting to hump.

The pressure started to become overwhelming. Mary could feel her belly bulge,
grow, become a big ball that was soon bigger than the opening she had been
trusted through. Bliss fulfilled her, she rubbed herself against the rippled
wet walls, getting pressed tightly in, just to be sucked back a bit, feeling
relief, until her belly was squeezed by the tight opening she couldn't get
through. Eventually she arched, and she felt the pressure of the sticky flow,
spurted through her, out of her mouth, the walls around her sucking at her,
slurping every drop from her and deeper in.

Hector enjoyed the best moments in his life so far, breathing happily through
opened mouth, his tongue lolling sideways. He rubbed his chin gently over the
stained back fur of his dream bitch, humping her again and again even though
he already had, approaching a second climax. He could feel the bitch shudder
beneath him, her breath going fast and tense.

Mary felt something weird after the second flow of dog semen through her. Her
body shifted, changed, her bones seeming to have less substance. She couldn't
see anything and she kept being shoved back and forth. Her arms useless on her
side, her face rubbing over the bitches inner walls. After a while she stopped
panting, the sensations overwhelming her she didn't even notice. Her arms had
been gone a while until she noticed. But somehow it didn't get through. Her
skin felt weird, more fleshy, thicker, and so full of pressure from the strong
dog. She gave in to the thrusting movements completely, felt his pulse in the
thick blood vessels around her skin, rippling her own body to match the walls
around her in such a stimulating way.

The next time the dogs load rushed throughout her it didn't taste anymore, it
went through a straight pipe from deep beyond her up to her lips and straight
out. And it didn't even dawn to her that she turned into a dogs cock
completely until her ability to think vanished and was replaced by primal
feelings of pleasure and satisfaction. It were Hectors feelings now.

As he could finally dislodge from the bitch, who run away swiftly into the
night, he didn't think about Mary at all. His privates felt again the way they
always had felt. A slightly pelty thick thing in his fur shaft. And it was
such a great tool for this work he had discovered. Happy as a dog can be he
went home, wagging to find his mistress.  She was waiting for him in front of
the house, crawling him behind the ears, caressing him. "Yes, what a good dog
you are, finally had some real fun, didn't you. Much better than messing with
the maid, isn't it? Yes, good dog." Happily wagging he went inside in front of
her. She went after him, a white dogs tail sticking out under her skirt in the
back, forgotten, and for the moment unnoticed, wagging slightly...

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Re: Anyone got these old CTF stories?

Yay!

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Re: Anyone got these old CTF stories?

holy moly, that first one is amazing.