Archive-name: Changes/shag-dog.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Shaggy Dog This is a brief forward to set the background for this story. I have noticed television shows lately that involve humans changing into dogs. Disney did a recent update on the "Shaggy Dog" story (you remember, teenage Wilby triggers a curse that turns him into a sheepdog whenever anyone reads an inscription on a ring). Well, Wilby is now a lawyer in the 90's, newly married, except his wife (Darla, since I couldn't remember her name) doesn't know his canine past. Well, some bad people get control of the ring and Wilby begins to get furry again. Of course, being Disney, it all ends well. However, I got to thinking about their marriage and Wilby's problem and . . . It was the second week of their honeymoon and Darla was still thrilled. Despite the strange things that had happened on their marriage day, Wilby had turned out to be as wonderful as she dreamed. Their first week was spent at the Grand Canyon, and the second at a quiet little ski resort. This was their first day at the resort, and they had their own cabin with all the privacy they wanted. Sex was everything she had dreamed about (since this is from a Disney movie, of COURSE they were both virgins!). Wilby was so kind, and considerate - he was willing to do anything to please her. Darla smiled to himself at how much Wilby seemed to enjoy "going down" on her. Earlier that day, the maid was cleaning the room Wilby and Darla left at the Grand Canyon. The maid found this neat old ring with some kind of Latin inscription. Since it was too late in the day to give the ring to the manager, the maid decided to keep it. Her boy was taking Latin, and she was curious about that inscription. She took it home and very early the next morning, when her son woke up, she gave it to him to figure out. He puzzled over it, muttering quietly to himself. A little while later, he laughed and told her it was some kind of curse. It was supposedly made by the Borgias and said something about dogs. She laughed, and told him to read it in Latin. He did, making sure to sound very scary - they both laughed about it and forgot about it. Well, about the time they were reading the inscription, Wilby was starting to work on Darla. They had just woke up, and had ordered room service. Darla was laying on the bed looking at the ceiling with her legs dangling onto the floor. Perched between her legs was Wilby, licking his heart (and her) out. As usual, whenever anyone read the inscription, Wilby began changing into a large sheepdog. However, he usually did it so slowly that he didn't notice it until it was almost completed. This time, he was so caught up in what he was doing, that he didn't notice it at all. His eyes closed in concentration, the only strange thing he noticed was how much deeper he was licking this time, and how much more he could taste his dear wife this time. For her part, Darla was in heaven. Always before she had loved it when Wilby licked her out. This time, he was amazing! It felt like his tongue was two feet long. She was so caught up that she couldn't move from her position except to wiggle her toes at the hot feelings. Finally, Darla began to come in an awesome explosion. Wilby pulled back a little and opened his eyes to watch, but didn't notice anything unusual right off. Then he realized he could see a lot more nose than usual. He looked down and was speechless - he wondered how long he had been like this. Before Wilby could do anything, Darla recovered enough to lean up and begin to thank him. She opened her eyes, and was about to speak when she focused on her canine husband. She let out a quiet "peep", and just stared at her. Wilby looked as worried as a dog could possible look, and was about to speak when . . . "AAARRRGGGHH!!" Darla screamed, "I've been letting a dog lick me out! Willby! Damn you, this isn't funny! Come on out!". She began screaming wildly about how horrible it was, and waving her arms around. Taking it very calmly (after all, he had lots of experience), Wilby thought to himself that she sounded a lot like Lucy after being kissed by Snoopy - he wondered if she would begin yelling about dog germs. "Darla! Settle down - there's something I've been meaning to tell you. Uh, you know all that weird stuff that happened the day we got married! Well, it all started back when I was a teenager. . . . . . . . " Maybe it was the calm, cool and factual way this was presented to Darla. Maybe it was because it was a dog being calm and cool as he presented it to her. Anyway, Darla calmed down somewhat and began to relax. Calming down, she apologised "Oh, I sort of believed you then, but it was just so. . . And tonight, to look up expecting your husband to be there and to see a sheepdog. Well, I . ." "I know, I know" "Well," getting up, she went to her purse, "it was in here yesterday." Looking around and finally dumping the contents on the dresser, she couldn't find it. "Oh no! I just remembered, I took it and was playing with it - I must have left it out in our room and the Canyon!" "Well, if that's the case, we can send for it tomorrow" Darla was getting back to normal now and she calmly continued, "but I don't know how we can get anyone to read the inscription without telling them why." "Well, I really don't want to stay like this", Wilby griped. "But I guess you are right. But let's get it here as soon as we can!". They both sat there for a while, recovering. After all, they had both just gone from orgasms, to panic. Wilby began to whine, and it took Darla a minute to realize that he was actually crying! She couldn't help herself - she ran over to him and sat beside him. Not sure of how to continue, she hugged his head to her breast and began stroking him. "I know dear, I'm sorry for yelling. I know you didn't ask for this. I do love you." She began telling him, all the while stroking his furry body like she used to rub the dogs she had kept when she was a girl. Wilby began calming down under the rubbing she was doing. She kept on, and after a minute or two, Wilby began feeling something strange he couldn't identify. He lowered his head, and quickly realized what he felt - it was the same thing he felt when he was a man and Darla rubbed him like that. Darla too was feeling something strange. While petting this dog that was her husband, Darla realized how strong and powerful Wilby was as a sheepdog. As her hands passed over him, Darla felt the muscles play across his body. He smelled like fresh-cut hay, and she found herself thinking of how much she enjoyed herself a few minutes ago. Thinking about that, Darla let her hand slip lower on Wilby's belly. She suddenly brushed against something that felt real strange. She looked down, and saw that Wilby the dog had a hard-on! Looking at it, she felt feelings racing through her that she could hardly understand. She realized that she loved her husband no matter what he looked like. (She also realized that as a dog, he had a much larger cock than as a man). Wilby stiffened as Darla's rubbing had brushed across his hard cock. It immediately got harder and began to ache. Wilby tried to get up, but Darla quickly wrapped her hand around his cock. He swung his head to look at her and saw a big, evil grin on her face as she began to slowly jack him off. He struggled to say something, to tell her how wrong this was. Before he could say a word, she smiled and said "My turn." Darla could hardly believe what she was doing as she held Wilbys throbbing dog-cock. It felt different from a man's cock - it was much warmer and wetter. His dog-cock had some kind of a bulb close to the tip that seemed to be swelling as she stroked it. She looked up and into his large brown eyes and said "My turn". Then she bent over and licked his cock like an ice cream cone. Darla couldn't believe the taste! It was like the best meal combined with the finest dessert in the world! She licked again, then began to gently suck on his cock. Darla could feel his body quiver, and he began to pant as her tongue began twirling around the canine knob at the end of his prick. Wilby was still in shock. He had turned into a dog while having sex with his wife and she didn't seem to care! He realized that dogs must have a lot more senses than a man, because Darla was about to make him explode with her tongue. Wilby got his breath and jumped back as Darla paused for breath. "Darla! I can't let you do this - I'm a dog, damnit! You don't have to do this." Darla looked at him, seeing not the dog, but her husband. "I don't care what you look like, Wilby. I love you and you excite me no matter what you are. Just looking at you, I can see that dog or not, you are excited by me. I am still so horny, I'll do anything for satisfaction." Wilby knew she was right. He could barely control himself - now he knew why dogs always wanted to hump anything that moved. Darla rolled over onto her stomach, then got onto all fours. Waving her ass in front of his muzzle, she looked over a shoulder and said huskily, "Will you make love to me? I can't stand it anymore!" That was all Wilby the dog could take. He jumped onto he back, in the classic position and began to hump at her. Darla reached behind her and grabbed Wilby's cock, and guided it into her body. "Ohh! My God Wilby! You're huge!" Darla wailed as the immensely swollen cock-knob pressed against her lips. Wilby was past all reason, and growled mightily as he shoved his dog-cock into Darla's shivering body. Darla moaned as the knob pushed its way into her and Wilby's cock sank deep into her body. They stayed in that position for a moment, with the dog- cock deep within Darla. Darla shivered as Wilby's fur tickled her back and his paws came to rest on her shoulders. Wilby suddenly jerked back on Darla's shoulders as he shoved his cock deep into her unresisting body. Darla clamped her muscles around his cock and was rewarded by a howl as Wilby felt his prick grabbed as if by a giant hand. Then they began fucking in earnest. Wilby was almost totally lost in bestial lust. Just enough of him remained to make sure that his canine claws did not cut his beautiful wife. Darla really didn't care, she was just reveling in the total abandon she was enjoying. She was fucking a DOG and loving it! Even though that dog was her husband, Darla felt chills running through her as she thought about how filthy she had become. Darla was cumming almost continuously. She was moaning and shivering totally out of control. Wilby was gone, replaced by an animalistic fucking machine. He would push deep into her cunt and hold himself deep inside as Darla's cunt-muscles clasped his cock-knob. When she relaxed, Wilby pulled out, only to push back in again. Darla's back was getting scratched by his claws, but she didn't care. Darla began to moan as she spasmed in a mind-blowing orgasm. Wilby lifted his muzzle in the air and howled as he felt his dog-scum pour into her spasming cunt. Darla was amazed at the amount of cum that the dog-cock pumped into her shivering body. Finally they stopped moving, with Wilby's dog-cock buried deep within her body. Darla moved around a moment more, then totally relaxed - she had never felt so good in her life. Wilby was collapsed on top of her, stunned at the sensations he had just experienced. Wilby felt great - his doggy balls were totally drained. But he was horrified at the bestial lust that had taken him completely by storm. He suddenly felt ashamed at himself, thinking that he had raped his wife. He tried to withdraw, only to be stopped short. He tried again, uncertain of what the problem was. His moving woke Darla from her daze. She tried to pull forward off of his cock, only to drag him with her! They were stuck together like dogs fucking in an alley! "Wilby! What's going on? This isn't funny! Let go of me.", Darla said. Whining, Wilby gave a mighty tug backwards, suceeding only in pulling Darla halfway off the bed. "Darla, I .. I'm sorry about all of this. I couldn't control myself, and now this ... please forgive me." "Wilby, I had a small part in this too. But what's happened? Why can't we seperate?" "Uh, well . . . Have you ever seen two dogs mating? Did you ever notice what happened after they were finished?" Wilby haltingly tried to explain. "Well, yes, I remember now - how long do they usually stay together?" Darla was feeling very dirty - she was no better than a street mutt. She was a bitch now, in more ways than one. "I don't know," Wilby replied, "but maybe if we relaxed, something would loosen and we could get apart." They might have managed it, but they forgot about the breakfast they had ordered. While they were fucking, they had not heard the knock on the front door, or the sound of the door opening as the maid came in. Drawn by Wilby's howl, the maid said nothing, but instead snuck to the door of their bedroom. When she saw them stuck together, and especially when she heard Wilby talk, she was frozen in shock. She was shocked, not because of seeing a woman fucking a dog, but because this was one of her hottest hidden fantasies. --