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"Wait so you seriously did all that, and she didn't notice?" Asked Tara incredulously.
"Sure did." Lynn said, wiping her mouth after taking a big bite out of her chili dog. Tara was having lunch at Lynn's place, and the redhead had been regaling her with the story of how she had snuck into Jennifer Phillips's place in nothing but a diaper and made number two right in front of the unsuspecting young woman.
"Honestly, that just sounds like the weirdest superpower in the world. You're not pulling my leg or anything are you?"
"Swear to god." Replied Lynn through a mouthful of food.
"That's wild." Tara narrowed her eyes. "Uh, I hope you're not planning to keep on messing with her?"
"It worked out okay, but honestly, I feel terrible about it. I won't do it again." Lynn said guiltily.
"You'd better not." Tara replied with a sharp glint in her eye. "Anyway, I guess those pheromones are good for more than just being Futa bait, huh?"
"Seems so. It's just kind of a relief that I don't have to worry about going out without swarmed."
"Yeah. I'm glad we at least don't have to be concerned about your safety anymore. Having more control over your body is good."
"You said it. Especially when it comes to the pooping part. I love all that, don't get me wrong, but I have been spending SO much money on cleaning supplies. If we can have fun without causing a giant mess every time it would make life so much easier."
Tara took a swig of iced tea and nodded. "Yep. I've been talking to Cece about how to communicate with those weird nano-thingies inside us, and everything's become a lot more manageable. It's freaky to talk to a voice inside your head that sounds exactly like you, but It's so fuckin' convenient to have total control of your bodily functions."
Lynn couldn't help but pout at that. "Aw boo. I thought that I could teach you about this and we could figure out all all sorts of fun stuff together as a couple. But you went to Cecile first? That kinda hurts. And since when did you start calling her Cece, anyway?" She whined.
Tara snorted. "Lynn, I love you and everything, but I'm pretty sure if I had to rely on you to teach me things I would know even less than when I started. As far as I knew I had to teach YOU to handle all this stuff." Lynn frowned and puffed out her cheeks but didn't argue back. Tara took another sip. "And you know you can just call her Cece whenever right? She's a country gal. She doesn't give two shits about these kinds of formalities. No pun intended." That got a chuckle out of Lynn, which Tara reciprocated.
An easy silence followed as the two girls focused on eating. Tara broke it: "Y'know, I still think it's incredible that you could literally stand naked in front of a person without them even noticing. I don't think you're lying to me, but I honestly have a hard time believing it."
"Oh? Well, what am I wearing right now?" Lynn asked with a smirk.
"A green T-shirt. Why?"
"Are you suuuure about that?" Lynn asked, crossing her arms on the table and leaning forward.
"Yeah I'm-" Tara frowned and blinked, her vision going a bit wonky. The outline of Lynn's green top seemed to shimmer and reform into something else. Wait, she WAS wearing a green tee right? But no, that's... a blue polo shirt?
"Uh, sorry, I guess it's a blue polo. Not sure why I thought it was a green-" Her eyes widened as everything went out of focus and the blue outfit started morphing again. When it settled this time, it looked like a pink, off-shoulder peasant blouse. But before Tara could remark on that it changed again, this time into an elegant red evening dress with deep, V-neck cleavage. Then finally, it reverted to the green T-shirt Lynn seemed to have been wearing in the first place.
Gobsmacked, Tara looked up and stared right into Lynn's twinkling, amused eyes. "Can't be sure what I'm wearing eh? Why don't you give it a feel and check?" She asked seductively.
Tara reached forward slowly, her pointer finger outstretched. She hovered over the top of Lynn's left boob, the digit shaking ever so slightly. Then she pressed down. Where her finger landed, a wide circle of fair, freckled skin emerged. Her eyes widened as she saw and felt Lynn's bare, pliant titflesh give way under the pressure of her fingertip. With tentative slowness, she traced her finger down Lynn's boob, the circle turning into a line cutting through the slowly dissolving illusion of green fabric. As her finger came to Lynn's puffy, pink areola, Tara felt her finger slip inside a moist, warm opening, drawing a soft, hungry moan from Lynn.
Tara looked up into Lynn's face. Her eyes were shut, a soft blush had washed across her cheeks and gentle, warm breaths slipped from her slightly parted lips. Without much thought, Tara slipped her middle finger inside and slowly began sliding both digits in and out of the fleshy tunnel. "Ahhn!" Lynn half-moaned-half-gasped as Tara began penetrating the sensitive insides of her mutated breast. The crotch of Tara's sweatpants began to feel tight as her muscular meat swelled. She added her ring finger to the mix and pushed deeper inside with every stroke, extracting even lewder moans from the redhead sitting across from her. The harder and faster Tara went, the more a familiar musk began to waft through the room, making her head spin with lust. She groaned and looked down, only half surprised to find that her diamond-hard, pulsing penis had escaped her pants, and her other hand was stroking it feverishly. When Tara looked back up at Lynn, the 'shirt' she had been 'wearing' had entirely dissipated, exposing what was already obvious: Lynn had been naked the entire time. Tara didn't have time to process this; drool was dripping from her mouth as she pondered whether she could stuff her entire fist inside Lynn's chest-hole.
It came as a shock when both of Lynn's hands clasped around Tara's wrist and stopped her dead in her tracks. She stared up into Lynn's eyes. The redhead was panting hard, her face red and damp with sweat. "Haah... huff... um, it's a bit awkward to do this here... M-maybe we should take this to the bedroom?" Tara's head was nearly entirely consumed by the animal need to breed at this point, but with what little intelligence she had left she managed to blurt out one word: "Sure."
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About 30 minutes later, the two lovers were lying in bed side by side, basking in the sweaty afterglow of an impromptu rutting session. Tara was lying on her side, her pregnant-looking belly pressed into Lynn's waist, a small stream of white trickling gently from her gaping pussy lips. Lynn's left arm was wrapped around Tara's shoulder, her right hand gently rubbing the girl's cum-filled gut in a circular motion.
As always, the petite goth had tried to take the initiative during sex, shoving Lynn down onto the bed and going straight for her dicknipples. She had managed to draw out an explosive boobgasm from the redhead, but it wasn't long before Lynn had come out on top (literally) as usual, taking Tara up every viable orifice before finishing inside her doggy-style.
"I'll get you one of these days." Mumbled Tara, her cheeks puffing out as she sulked.
"As if I would ever lose to YOU, Langston." Lynn said with a victorious smirk.
Tara scoffed loudly. "Well, of course you're going to win with those dumb pheromones of yours. How is anyone supposed to get the better of you when they're horny from your stink? That's basically cheating."
"Uh, first of all, I didn't do that on purpose. You were getting me off pretty good, I'll admit, and I released them by accident. And second, I'm pretty sure I was already 'getting the better of you' long before I had these puppies." She said, pointing at the flaccid cocks lying across her bosom. "Face it, Tara. No matter how big a game you talk, you're my bitch, and don't you forget it."
Tara scoffed again, slightly quieter this time. "This'd be so much more bearable if you weren't always so damn smug about it. And what's this 'bitch' stuff? I'm not your little pet poodle who follows your every beck and call." She said sullenly.
"That so?" Lynn said deviously. She reached up and started scratching Tara gently behind her ear. The smaller girl's heart skipped a beat and a shudder ran through her from head to toe. As Lynn's fingers continued to tickle the sensitive spot behind Tara's earlobes, a high-pitched whine came streaming from the goth's throat and goosebumps broke out all over her pale skin; she pressed her body closer to Lynn's and began nuzzling her face into the redhead's neck; she was squirming happily and even kicking her leg like a puppy getting a good, satisfying rub. Eventually, Lynn ended her digital assault and Tara panted heavily, shivering in euphoria. When she finally recovered and looked up into Lynn's face, she was greeted by a cocky, shit-eating (again, pun not intended) grin.
Tara's face went red with embarrassment and she turned her face away, pouting petulantly at being caught out. Lynn laughed heartily. "Aww, who's a cute widdle puppy? You are!" She said in a patronizing baby voice as she patted her girlfriend on the head. "Shut up." Tara muttered. Lynn just chuckled, satisfied at having made her point.
The two girls just lay there quietly for a moment. Lynn stared vacantly up at the ceiling, poking her tongue into her cheek. The barest hint of a thought was playing at the corner of her mind. She glanced over at Tara resting comfortably at her side. On a whim, she gently ran her fingers up and down behind Tara's ears. The girl shivered in barely-concealed delight but didn't resist. Lynn couldn't help but smile. She really is like a puppy sometimes. The vague thought in her head began to coalesce into something more concrete. Pheromones... Hiding Nudity... Puppy... Pet Play...Exhibitionism? She furrowed her brow in concentration for several seconds. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head. She'd just had another one of her naughty, reckless little ideas.
"Say Tara, do you have a day off next week?"
Tara opened an eye. "Yeah, I'm not working Friday. Why?"
"Keep the evening free that day, will ya? There's something I want to try with you."
"Uh, sure, OK. Why next week though?"
"I'll need to do a little... prepwork." Lynn said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Don't worry though, it'll be fun!" She added quickly, seeing the dubious look on Tara's face.
"Riiiight." Said Tara. Lynn just giggled and gave her a peck on the cheek. Tara rolled her eyes. Something told her that whatever Lynn's idea of 'fun' was, it probably wouldn't match hers.
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The next several days passed in typical fashion. Tara heard little from Lynn about what she was planning (aside from the constant reminders that it would be 'so much fun'), but she had managed to catch a glimpse of the redhead's phone while they were riding a train together, and noticed she was scrolling through the 'adult' section of a shopping app. She couldn't see exactly what Lynn was looking at, but whatever was going down, it was definitely not going to be for general audiences.
On Thursday, Lynn's plans came into sharper focus when Tara received texts from her saying simply:
LynnB:
meet me at ashton park entrance across fr cool beans tmrw 6.30pm
wear running gear. We getting HEALTHY
Tara squinted at the messages suspiciously. When she thought back on Lynn's... escapades (including the one with Jennifer she had just heard about), a disturbing picture was beginning to emerge about what Lynn had in mind.
Finally, Friday evening arrived. At 6.30 on the dot Tara was standing at the Ashton Park gate across from Cool Beans, watching the shadows lengthen as the sun began its downwards course. About 5 minutes later, Lynn came bouncing up to her, looking every inch the athlete in a pair of black runner's tights, tank top, zip-up hoodie and a cap. On her bag was a rather sizable backpack.
The redhead gave her a peck on the cheek. "Hey, you. Ready to go jogging?" She asked, putting some emphasis on the last word while wiggling her eyebrows. She motioned with her head towards the park. Tara just sighed. "Lead the way."
The two made a good pace around the park together, not saying a word. Though Tara did catch Lynn stifling a giggle as they ran past the urban farm. Tara wondered how many people would indirectly consume Lynn's 'manure' by buying vegetables from that place.
Eventually, the two girls rounded the corner into the more untamed, neglected corner of the park, which was as wild and overgrown as ever. At this point, Lynn slowed to a leisurely stroll; Tara followed her lead, carefully observing her behavior. Lynn suddenly had a cautious demeanor and kept glancing about her. Finally they came to a stop right in front of the abandoned public toilet building. For a moment, the two gulped down water from their bottles and admired the pristine scenery in the dying light of the sun. It is rather nice out here, Tara had to admit to herself.
Lynn looked around in all directions. Once she was satisfied by what she had seen (or rather, hadn't seen), she smiled to herself and pointed to the derelict building with her thumb.
"Wanna go check it out?" She asked with a grin.
Tara just raised her eyebrow.
"C'mon, it'll be fun. It's like... spelunking, y'know?"
"I think you mean urban exploration, Lynn." Tara retorted. "Fine, whatever."
The two tromped through the grass towards the building. The door, as usual, was hanging ajar, and the two wandered in. It was basically what you'd expect from an abandoned building... grimy floors, damaged fixtures, graffiti and bits of trash everywhere. Motes of dust floated lazily in the dim beams streaming in through the stained windows. It was a lonely, depressing place, and one had to wonder why no one had torn the place down already. Lynn however, couldn't be happier.
She smiled widely, took her backpack off and began opening it. "Now, you may be wondering why I brought you out here-"
"Because you want me to get naked with you." Tara said in the most deadpan tone possible. Lynn stood there blinking, the smile frozen on her face. "...how did you know?" She asked, her expression drooping.
"Come on, Lynn. We both know you're a hardcore exhibitionist who likes to sneak into this park and get your freak on at night. Just last week you developed some superpower that let you walk into someone's apartment butt-ass naked. So it's not crazy to assume you'd want to use that for your little hobby. As soon as you said you were making 'plans' with me for this week I was already suspicious, but the message from yesterday and the sus way you've been acting today sealed the deal. We're going to wait here till it gets dark so that we can both get naked, and it'll probably also involve whatever you have in that backpack of yours."
Lynn bit her lip. "Yes..." She said timidly. "Wow, I'm... really obvious, aren't I?"
"For better or worse." Tara sighed. "And I think you know my answer, Lynn. I'm willing to indulge a lot of things, but as I said before, I don't feel comfortable doing this. Even with your ability there's no guarantee we won't get caught. If you wanna do something sexy, let's just do it at your place, OK? It'll be warmer there anyway."
Lynn sighed in return. "OK I understand." Tara smiled and began heading towards the door. "It is a bit of a shame though," said Lynn, reaching into her bag. "I was hoping to see you in this." The sound of jangling and clinking filled the room as she pulled something out with a flourish. Tara turned and looked, freezing mid-stride as she noticed what Lynn had in her hand. Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat.
Lynn smirked, a twinkle in her eyes. "Y'see, Tara, I happen to know something about you too. Remember that one time we played sexy truth or dare and you told me a truth so that you could get out of sucking my toes for 20 minutes? Remember how you told me that one of your previous girlfriend got you hooked on a... certain kink, involving this little beauty?" She flicked the object in her hand, and the sound of clinking metal sounded out again.
"That w-was a long time ago. And I-I... I didn't like that kink that much. Y-you're not getting me that easy." Tara stammered, but her bright red face and the hands tightly crossed over her crotch belied her defiance. She tried to look away but her eyes kept darting towards what Lynn was holding.
Lynn shrugged. "If you say so. I had a whole thing planned for us with this stuff I got, and to be honest it's not all that interesting for me to do it indoors. I don't know if we'll ever get around to using this otherwise. Oh well." She pulled on her backpack and began striding towards the door, the object of Tara's fascination conspicuously visible in her hand. She was walking right past Tara when the petite goth grabbed her by the arm. Lynn turned to look at her. The girl was somehow even redder than before and she was biting her lower lip. Lynn could feel the warm exhalations of air coming from her nose.
"Yes?" Lynn asked innocently.
"We stay in the dark as much as possible. If we see someone, we call it off, got it?" She hissed.
Lynn smiled smugly. "I knew you'd see it my way."
Tara scowled back. Why did I have to fall in love with someone who always fights dirty?
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At around 11 that night, the door of the toilet building creaked open. Lynn's head poked out. She began scanning the scene for people. Not a soul. The moon, blocked by cloud cover, cast a weak glow - just enough to see by, but not enough to make out any details at a glance. Perfect night for a stroll, Lynn thought with a satisfied grin. She made her move. The first thing to emerge from the open doorway was her erect cock, followed by her equally turgid dicknipples, and then the rest of her body. All she had on was her cap, backpack, shoes and a smile. She stretched her arms into the air, enjoying the cool night air washing over the wild tufts of sweaty red hair flaring out from her bare armpits and crotch. A thick bead of pre-cum glistened on her pink cocktip.
"Well, off we go then." She strode out the door but stopped when she felt something tug at her right hand, holding her back. She looked down at the leather leash she was gripping. It was taut, as whatever it was attached to refused to move. Lynn just rolled her eyes in amusement. "C'mon, girl, you were the one who wanted to go walkies. Don't be all stubborn now."
A flustered voice replied: "Lynn, most of the time when people do this they still at least wear a bodysuit or something. Do I really have to go out like this?"
"I mean, I'm totally naked too, so it's not like you're that much worse off if we get caught. And besides, when do dogs talk anyway? Now come on out like a good little puppy or I'm just leaving you here all night without any treats. All your clothes are in my bag anyway." Lynn said with a chuckle. The sadistic side of her was starting to enjoy this.
Finally, Tara reluctantly emerged from the building. She was down on all fours and, just like Lynn, she was almost entirely in her birthday suit. Her hands were balled up into fists inside black dog paw mitts, and her elbows and knees were protected from scrapes by tough pads; on her feet were kinky black leather boots. Her face burned red behind the dog-snout-and ear mask strapped to her head. A bushy anal plug tail was stuck firmly up her rear end, while a tight rubber cock ring kept her member somewhat dog-sized. Completing the look was a brand new dog collar around her neck, firmly attached to the leash Lynn was holding. A cute little stainless steel bone tag hung from it, with Tara's name engraved on it.
"Awww, look at the cute widdle puppy. Aren't you glad I bought all these nice things for you? You'd better be. It cost me a pretty penny." She said with a wink. Tara just glared up at her, the look in her eyes somewhere between annoyance, fear and arousal.
"You're even more adorable when you're all mad like that. Who's my funny little girl?" She bent down and began scratching behind Tara's human ears. Just like that night in bed the week before, Tara began to shiver and shudder in pleasure. From the open mouth of the dog mask, her long tongue lolled outwards. Lynn giggled. Touching the anal g-spot on Tara's belly made the tough-talking goth instant putty in her hands, but this special spot behind her ears definitely came a close second on the pleasure meter. Still, they had places to be. Lynn withdrew her hand and stood up. Tara, not wanting the delightful scritches to stop, got into a kneel and started pawing at Lynn's bare leg, a high-pitched whine coming from her lips. "Uh-uh... first we go walkies, then scratchies, okay? And maybe some belly rubs?" She wiggled and flexed her fingers with a wicked grin.
The words 'belly rubs' immediately brought a sparkle to Tara's eyes. If she could actually wag her tail she would. She got back down and started crawling forward eagerly, wheezing slightly as the collar tightened around her neck. "Whoa there! You'll choke yourself out!" Laughed Lynn as she stumbled slightly from the momentum. She managed to catch up to her overexcited puppy and gave her a little scuff behind the ear. "Stay!" said Lynn loudly. Immediately, Tara stopped dead in her tracks. Lynn wiped her brow, puffing from the sudden exertion. "Alright, girl, let's get some exercise, but match my pace, got it?"
"Rowf!" barked Tara and got into a heel position on Lynn's right, looking up at her with eager eyes. Man, she's a natural at this, thought Lynn with a chuckle. "OK, off we go!" Together, the naked pair tromped off into the night.
For a while, Lynn and Tara took a leisurely pace through the wild area of the park. While the large trees lining the gravelly footpath did look a little spooky (especially with so few lights), the crisp night air, the scent of dewy grass, and the sound of crickets and frogs in the silence gave the area a calm, relaxing atmosphere. Tara was a bit skittish still, but the chance to indulge her hidden fetish took the edge off. She started acting more like a real dog, darting her head around curiously and panting loudly. Sometimes, she'd scamper off to investigate some random sound or sniff at trees and bushes. But she was an obedient little pup, trotting back to Lynn whenever she gave a firm tug at her leash.
About halfway through, Lynn took a quick stop to take a drink of water. Suddenly, she heard a soft whine. She looked down and saw that Tara was fidgeting, wiggling her pert little butt back and forth.
"What's wrong, girl?"
Tara just whined even more pathetically, squirming in obvious discomfort. Lynn noticed that the poor pupper was squeezing her slim thighs together. Underneath her, the dim outline of her semi-solid cock wiggled and shook back and forth.
"Do you have to pee?" She asked with an innocent look, as if she hadn't forbade Tara from peeing earlier precisely to manufacture this kind of embarrassing scenario.
"Ruff! Ruff!" Tara barked in annoyance. She pointed her cute little snout in the direction the tree line and stamped her front paws on the ground. Lynn laughed. "Oh, you. Fine, go do your business." She said, unhooking the leash from the collar. On shaky paws, Tara scooted forward, sniffing at random trees until she found one she liked. She lined herself up, lifted her right hind leg and relaxed her bladder. A deep, euphoric groan left her throat as a thick stream of hot piss tinkled against the ruddy bark of the tree. Tara's cock naturally turned slightly to the right, which made this easier, but Lynn definitely saw light glinting off the golden droplets spattering back onto her.
After an impressive ten seconds of pissing, the stream began to thin out and dribble to a stop. Tara wiggled her dick to get out any remaining drips and sighed in relief. She trotted back over to Lynn and nuzzled her leg, ready to resume her walkies. Lynn reached into one of the side pockets of her backpack and extracted a pack of wipes. She pulled one out and knelt down, wiping off the excess urine streaking down the insides of Tara's thighs.
"You'd better not need to poop because I have no idea how I'm gonna clean that up." Lynn said dryly. In response, Tara nonchalantly unleashed a wet, eggy fart right in Lynn's face, nailing her with a fine spray of poop juices. Lynn gave her naughty puppy her best death glare, but all she got in return was a cheeky wink.
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Once Tara was cleaned off (and got a bright red handprint on her butt for being bad), The two resumed their walk. Eventually, the wild overgrowth began to give way to well-manicured grass and well-lit footpaths. Used to walking nude in the dead of night, Lynn initially thought nothing of it, strutting forward confidently and puffing out her chest to make her erect dicknipples wave from side to side. She grinned ecstatically as the familiar exhibitionist's high began to set in.
Suddenly, Lynn heard a soft whimper beside her. She glanced down. Tara was visibly tense. Her back was stiff, her gait was shaky and hesitant, and her eyes were twitching frantically from side to side. It didn't take a genius to see that the fear of exposure and being caught was stressing her out.
Regaining her senses, the redhead pulled back softly on the leash, signaling Tara to stop. She squatted down and looked her scared puppy in the eyes. "Hey, is this a bit much?" Lynn asked, her face full of concern. Tara nodded weakly. "OK. Tell you what, we'll walk on the grass away from the lights. That way, no one should be able to see us. That good with you?" Tara's nodding was a bit more vigorous this time, and she began pulling Lynn towards the grassy fields, away from the harsh glow of the lamps. Lynn had to laugh again at her eagerness.
As they continued their illicit hike through the quiet, empty park, Lynn kept to her word, steering clear of light and open sightlines. Tara, for her part, was beginning to enjoy herself again, barking at random critters, sniffing at everything she could see and even 'wagging' her tail by jiggling her tight little butt as she crawled. Lynn even had to scuff her on the ear and call her a 'bad girl' for trying to eat a loose piece of dog poop she found laying in the grass (Never mind that Lynn was tempted to stick her own face into it as well).
Eventually, the two found themselves in the vicinity of the Ashton Dog Park, where Lynn decided to spend some time. Lynn let Tara off the leash and leaned against a tree, taking a gander at the various hoops, ramps and other various canine playsets. She couldn't help but be reminded of clips of the National Dog Show she saw on YouTube. She glanced over at Tara, who was sitting spread eagle on the floor with a leg in the air, trying and failing to lick her own balls. She stopped once she felt Lynn's eyes boring into her, peering up with an awkward look on her face and tongue hanging stupidly from her mouth.
"Well, you don't seem as smart as a show dog, but I may as well see if an old girl like you knows any tricks." Tara couldn't help but look a little offended at that.
"OK, let's start with something simple." She clapped her hands together. "Sit!" Immediately, Tara kneeled and planted her front paws in front of her. "Good girl. Now beg." Tara lifted her arms level with her bare chest and put on her best pouty face. That got a laugh out of Lynn. "Shake." Tara extended a paw into Lynn's outstretched hand, giving it a firm shake.
"Good giiiiiiirl!" said Lynn in her best 'dog mom' voice, ruffling Tara's hair and rubbing the underside of her chin. "You DO have some brains after all." Tara shot Lynn a dirty look and growled low in her chest, which went ignored.
"Alright, now play dead!" Tara flopped down onto the grass, her hands and legs raised comically into the air. "Roll over!" Came the next command. From where she lay, Tara rolled across the grass and came to a rest on her back again, neon hair askew and bits of mud and grass sticking to her sweaty body. Lynn was briefly taken aback - the sight of her disheveled girlfriend staring up at her with puppy-dog eyes while decked out in fetish gear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination was the hottest thing Lynn had seen in a minute. She felt blood pulsing in her crotch, and for a brief moment, she considered dispensing with the petplay and just giving her doggy a bone.
Just then, Lynn's eyes detected a sudden flicker. She stared off into the distance. One of the lampposts illuminating the dog park had briefly gone out for a split second before coming back on with a low hum. Lynn's eyes flicked to Tara, still lying there and waiting for her next command with a quizzical expression. Eyes back to the lamppost again. The gears in Lynn's head began to turn, and a slow smile began to creep across her face as one of her patented 'great ideas' began to take form.
"Hey girl, you wanna play fetch?"
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Fetch. That was the magic word every dog (or girl pretending to be a dog) wants to hear. Tara immediately rolled back onto all-fours and began barking and yelping excitedly. Lynn grinned. She had Tara right where she wanted her. "OK, girl. First of all, let's get that off ya. Lynn squatted down and undid the mask on Tara's face. Tara didn't resist, but tilted her head in confusion. "That's just to make it a bit easier. That opening in the mask isn't quite big enough for you to wrap your mouth around a nice stick now is it?" Lynn said brightly. Tara raised an eyebrow but shrugged her shoulders.
"Alright, now for the stick." Lynn stayed in the squat and shut her eyes. A brief silence passed, and Tara wondered what on earth Lynn was up to. She got her answer when a low gurgling noise broke the stillness of the night - and it was coming from Lynn's stomach. The nauseating sounds of digestion were followed up by a deep, brassy fart erupting from Lynn's gaping asshole. Lynn's face showed signs of strain as her intestines did their dirty work; whatever was inside her, it was proving hard to shove out. But before long, the tip of a turd began to crown from her rear pipe, crackling as it made its slow, torturous exit from her rectum. With a pained grunt, Lynn made one last, decisive shove. Finally, the whole solid blockage shot out of her rear and hit the ground with a sound more akin to a thump than a splat.
Groaning in relief , Lynn reached behind her, picked up her bowel movement with her bare hands and showed it off to a wide-eyed Tara. The dark brown turd was hard as a rock and ramrod straight, measuring at least a foot from end to end. It was no wonder why Lynn had so much trouble expelling it from her gut. "You want it girl? You want this stick?" Lynn said in a singsong voice, waving it in front of Tara's nose so she could take in its sharp yet pungent odor. Judging from how the goth's dilated pupils kept following the hardpacked log wherever Lynn moved it, not to mention the drool dripping off her tongue (Pavlov strikes again): Yes, Tara DID want the 'stick'.
"Well, go get it!" She tossed it underhand to a few feet behind Tara. The goth immediately swiveled around, skittered towards the 'stick', and clamped her lips around it; the harsh burst of bitterness that hit her tastebuds caused her constricted cock to squirt a bit of nectar. She came back around and dropped the brown baton in front of Lynn, fidgeting impatiently as she waited for Lynn to throw it again.
Ah, the joys of being a pet owner, Lynn thought happily. She picked up the stick and gave it a harder toss. Tara was already off to the races as the object of her fixation arced through the air. When it landed she was upon it in a second and wheeled back around to return it to her waiting master. The game went on like this, with Lynn throwing the stick a little further each time. Tara was too wrapped up in the fun of it to realize that the stick was getting just a little closer to the harsh glow of the lamppost. By the fifth time Tara spat out the stick at Lynn's feet, it was damp and sticky with saliva. Tara's lips and teeth were stained with a brown, muddy coating, as were the insides of her cheeks. Still, the sweaty dog girl was pawing at Lynn's legs, eager for the game to continue.
"Alright, but just one more time y'hear? This thing is about to fall apart." Lynn judged her angle and the distance, wound up her arm, and tossed it with a deep grunt. To her satisfaction, it was going right where she wanted it. Tara, oblivious to everything but the stick, scrambled over without a second thought. Her incisors were firmly clenched around the stick and she was ready to take off when a loud command pierced the air.
"Stay!"
Stay? Tara squinted back at Lynn, her dim silhouette barely visible in the darkness. Lynn let out a deep, ominous chuckle. "You can't see me, can you? But I can see you."
Tara's eyes widened as she realized what Lynn had just done. Under the harsh, florescent glow of the lamppost, every inch of her dirty naked body was completely exposed. That tricky bitch! Tara shouted in her head. She was about to get to her feet and go give Lynn a piece of her mind.
"Sit!" Lynn called out. "Stay!"
Immediately, Tara's entire body tensed at the command and she immediately locked back into her sitting position, the turd still lodged between her teeth. She blinked stupidly. Why did I do that? Indeed, there was no good reason why she couldn't just call this off, but after an hour of behaving like a dog, her body and mind were conditioned to it; she was basically operating by pure canine instinct at this point. Her eyes darted around frantically, hoping to god that no one would walk by. She just hoped that Lynn didn't have any more-
"Stand!"
Tara flinched and rose to her hind legs, her asshole flexing and clenching around her stainless steel anal plug. Still holding on to some human rationality, she held her front paws up to her chest to hide it (never mind that her crotch was still exposed).
But Lynn wouldn't even let her have that little bit of modesty. "Put your paws behind your head!"
That's not a frickin' dog trick! Tara mentally screamed at Lynn, but her arms snapped into position. "Now squat slightly!" Tara's legs bent at the knees; her half-chub hung forward and her family jewels swung heavily in the air.
Lynn had saved the worst for last. "Helicopter your dick around." Tara could practically hear the sick, sadistic grin on the redhead's face and she felt the all-consuming urge to run over and throttle Lynn. But instead, her hips began to wiggle and gyrate as if on autopilot. Her long organ flopped up and down awkwardly at first, but as the motion of her lower body smoothened out and and she found her rhythm, it spun like the rotors of a helicopter, drawing a wide circle through the cool night air.
"Good girl!" Lynn called out, her own beast of a cock twitching in arousal at the lewd display. "Now let's keep that up for... five minutes or so." She set a timer on her phone, lubed up her right hand with the slimy goo dripping from her urethra, and started tugging at her firm member.
Tara's brain was shrieking out every obscenity known to man as Lynn jacked herself off. This was embarrassing! Mortifying! Basically Illegal! How dare that hairy cunt bitch force her into this position and get off on her suffering! The sheer fucking nerve! And yet... she couldn't stop spinning her meat. Faster and faster it went, until it was an indistinct blur of brown and pink. Why couldn't she stop? Even she didn't know. Her body had betrayed her, and she was just along for the ride.
As the seconds dragged on, something in Tara's mind began to shift. On a rational level, she knew she should still be furious at Lynn for this absurd situation, and yet, bit by bit, her anger was slowly dissipating and being replaced by... what exactly? She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, but it felt less like fear and more like... exhilaration? Here she was, naked, exposed and vulnerable in a public place, at the mercy of a sadistic master making her commit obscene acts for her sick enjoyment. And yet, what had once seemed absolutely beyond the pale for Tara suddenly felt absolutely thrilling. The thought that somewhere in the blackness, someone was drinking in her nubile body and deriving pleasure from it was giving her a dopamine hit like no other. It was euphoric. She wanted more!
Without even thinking about it, Tara lowered her pawed hands and mashed her modest breasts together. She spat out the fudgesicle in her lips. Her copious drooling had softened it considerably, and it landed on her pale, tattooed skin with a wet splat. Then, she began rubbing the moist fecal matter into her titflesh, turning it a dark chocolate brown. She heard a loud, hungry moan come from Lynn's direction, and the sound of hand stroking cock became louder and more rapid. This only emboldened Tara further. She pulled her paws down the gracile lines of her body, covering her tattoos with paint-like streaks of brown filth. She switched up her hip movements, making her cock spin in an infinity-loop pattern. Then she thrust her ass back, wedged the cold lamppost into her asscrack and began sliding up and down it like a stripper; the motion made her member bounce up and down, thumping into her belly on every other stroke. For Tara, all thoughts of propriety and privacy had gone out the window; for the moment, she was nothing more than mama's little slutty puppy and she didn't care who saw. Even though she couldn't cum out of her cock, she could feel her cunny clenching and squirting in pleasure without even being touched.
Suddenly, Tara heard the sounds of footsteps headed right for her. She looked up just in time to see Lynn rushing her, right hand flying up and down her engorged schlong. When Lynn reached Tara, she shoved her other hand roughly into the goth's filthy chest and pinned her to the lamppost with a hungry growl. The redhead pumped her wang a few more times and roared loudly as a geyser of baby batter spurted out of her cock, adding white accents to the brown wall of Tara's abdomen. Lynn pressed her lips to Tara's reeking mouth and jammed her tongue down her bitch's throat, sucking and slurping the filth that coated it. The two stayed like that for what seemed like hours, holding each other close while thick alabaster jizz painted both of their bellies. As the last few drops escaped her twitching cock, Lynn finally pulled off and let Tara breathe, a trail of slobber dangling between their lips. Both of them were panting like dogs, staring into each other's eyes with lust-addled expressions. The mix of cum, sweat and other juices flowing down their bodies added a potent stench to the depraved scene.
Coming down from her orgasmic high, Lynn broke the silence. "Wow, I didn't even last the whole five minutes. Guess you won that one, eh?" She smiled stupidly.
Tara just glared at Lynn with an odd mix of of anger and arousal. "I ought to fucking bite off your dick for that." She snarled, jabbing at Lynn's crotch with her filthy paws. Lynn winced, bracing herself for a non-sexy tongue-lashing. "But..." Tara tiptoed and brought her mouth close to Lynn's ears and whispered: "I think that can wait until I've given it a good taste first." Lynn shivered at the sultry tone of Tara's voice and her hot breaths brushing across her earlobe. Slowly, Tara sank back to her knees on the ground. She looked up at Lynn quietly and tilted her head expectantly.
Tara's blend of cute and lewd instantly brought Lynn back to full-mast, and she wanted nothing more than to blow another hot load down Tara's throat. "Alright then girl, open wide and let mommy give you a nice juicy bone!" Lynn giggled, thrusting her cock at Tara's face. The goth leaned forward and sucked the pink mushroom tip into her maw, lashing out with her tongue and soaking the raw, sensitive flesh with rancid brown spit. Then, with excruciating slowness, she pushed her face forwards and began taking more of that tasty meat down her gullet, savoring the salty, bitter flavor of cum marinating every inch of it. Lynn moaned as she felt Tara's velvety tongue flatten against the base of her rod. She grabbed the back of Tara's head and began pulling her towards her hairy crotch...
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"HEY! What do you think you're doing over there?!"
Lynn and Tara froze up as a loud voice boomed. Lynn turned her head and saw the beam of a flashlight bouncing up and down as it headed towards her. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she began to perceive the burly form of a security guard in the inky blackness. It was just one man and he was a good distance away, but he looked like he meant business.
No. Nonononono! Lynn thought frantically. There weren't supposed to be any guards here! She let go of Tara's head; the goth immediately pulled back from Lynn's cock and began retreating from the light on all fours, obviously in a panic. Lynn was frozen in shock. This had never happened to her before and she was at a complete loss for what to do. Suddenly, her perception of time slowed to a crawl; the guard almost seemed to be moving in slow motion. She heard a voice in her head.
Lynn, maybe now would be a good time to execute the clothing camouflage protocol?
Yeah that would be- No no no, that won't help.
Why not?
It doesn't matter if we're clothed or not. We're not even supposed to be in here in the first place. And he definitely saw what we were doing. There's no way we can hide that. If he detains us...
You'll be caught out sooner or later. Good point.
So now what?
Well, there is something we can try, but it's... iffy, ethically and morally speaking. Are you okay with that?
Whatever works. I can't let Tara get caught because of me.
OK, here's what you do...
As the guard closed in on Lynn, his suspicions were confirmed. She was definitely naked, and judging from how sweaty and unkempt she looked - plus that blatantly erect penis - she and her missing friend had been getting it on (Lynn had retracted her dicknipples at this point, so at least he hadn't noticed that).
"Alright ma'am, stay where you are. You are trespassing on city property, and judging from your appearance, committing illicit acts in public. I'm afraid I'll have to take you in to the guardhouse for holding until my colleague and I can turn you over to the police. Tell your girlfriend to quit hiding and get out here. Don't make me go get her." He pulled out his radio and moved to press the transmit button.
"No you won't."
The guard looked up. "What was that?"
"You're not going to do that." Lynn countered boldly.
The guard looked annoyed. "What, you gonna stop me?" He scoffed.
"No, I'm not going to do anything. In fact, you're gonna finish your rounds, go back to the guardhouse and tell your buddy that you haven't seen anything odd all night. As far as you know, we were never here at all," said Lynn evenly, repeating the script the voice was feeding her in her mind.
"What are you talking about, lady? Why would I-" The guard blinked. His vision suddenly went hazy and he felt light-headed as the pheromones coming out of Lynn's nipples began to take effect. The naked Futa in front of him kept blinking in and out of existence. Soon, he could barely even see her at all, just a swirl of footpaths and green grass.
"Wassat? Who's there? Who am I even talkin' to..." He slurred.
"No one. You're talking to no one. You saw and met no one. You're tired and hallucinating. Finish your rounds, go back to the guardhouse, make the report and take a nap." Intoned a distant-sounding voice.
"Yeah... yeah that's right... I've been workin' too hard lately. Mind's playing tricks on me..." He clipped his radio back to his belt, and began stumbling woozily down the path away from Lynn. After a few minutes, when Lynn was sure he was far enough away, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, Tara, he's gone. You can come out now."
Tara poked her head out from behind a nearby tree. Cautiously, she crouched low and headed over to Lynn, breathing heavily.
"What happened just now Lynn? What did you do?" Tara asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.
"I dunno. My voice is telling me it's some kind of... memory-altering pheromone? It won't cause any lasting damage, but he won't remember that any of this happened for real. He'll just chalk it up to some sort of dream."
"That's creepy." Tara said from behind her.
"Yeah. Kinda. But... at least we're safe right? Sounds like he and his partner may be the only two here, so we should be fine." She began to laugh nervously as the adrenaline wore off. "Uh well... I guess I was wrong about security here. That was pretty close, huh? maybe let's uh... head back to the abandoned outhouses, and just rest in there for a bit, then we can go hit the showers and- OW!" Her rambling stopped as something snapped painfully on the side of her leg.
She peered down and saw something on the grass. She squinted. It looked like... a broken black rubber band? No wait... that's... the cock ring I put on Tara. What...? Before she could finish that thought, the wind was knocked out of her as something crashed into her from behind and forced her to the ground. Spitting up bits of dirt and grass, she tried to get up, but she could feel something heavy pinning her down. Her heart skipped as a warm, muscular length settled in between her asscrack and began sliding up and down it slowly. Lynn was intimately familiar with what the object was and who it belonged to. If anything could break a cock ring, it was that.
"T-Tara?" Lynn stammered.
An even voice replied. "A few hours ago, a certain someone very confidently informed me while we were getting ready that this park 'didn't have good security', and we 'totally wouldn't get caught'. I now believe that that certain someone was lying to me."
"But I wasn't-"
"And if there's one thing dogs can't stand, it's liars." She said with a growl.
"I don't think that's cor-" Lynn flinched as Tara's mouth came uncomfortably close to her ear.
"Let me tell you what's going to happen." Tara whispered harshly. "I'm going to stick my red rocket up your little liar cunt, and I'm going to rut you like I'm a German Shepherd in heat and you're my little breeding bitch. And then I'm going to fill you with so much sperm you'll be popping out a litter of puppies. By the way, do you know what dogs do when they ejaculate into a mate?"
"W-what?" Lynn asked timidly.
"Glad you asked. Let me demonstrate." Tara said icily. She pressed her crotch up to Lynn's ass and took a breath. The redhead's eyes widened as she felt something swell up at the base of Tara's cock - not the usual lengthening and thickening of an erection, but rather a strange bulb-like growth.
"Y'see, when a boy dog busts a nut in a girl dog, there's a special gland that swells up like this so the dick stays inside and nothing gets spilled. That's why you always see mating dogs getting stuck together. I believe they call that 'knotting'? Well... I'm going to knot you until you're nothing more than a cum balloon with legs." She chuckled at Lynn's gobsmacked face. "What, you think you're the only one who knows how to do weird cock tricks?
"Whoa whoa whoa, if you do that we're gonna be stuck together. What'll happen if someone sees us like this? We won't be able to get away!" Lynn protested.
Tara pursed her lips, pretending to think it over. "Well what's wrong with that? After all, you like being seen, don't you? Well, I'm starting to think that I like being seen too." Her voice became sultry. Despite herself, Lynn's heart skipped a beat at Tara's words. Underneath her, she could feel her cock beginning to stir and stiffen.
"So, what do you say, my mate? Ready to get bred?"
Lynn lay quietly for a second. Then she looked up at Tara and let out a happy "Rowf!"
"Good girl." Crooned Tara as her cock slipped between Lynn's spreading legs.
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Some time later, Tara was looking up at the sky as she trotted down the footpath. The clouds had drifted away, exposing the gleaming moon and a sky dusted with softly twinkling stars. She inhaled deeply and blew it out, her breath fogging slightly in the crisp night air. The distant sounds of the city at night made a fascinating contrast with the calm silence immediately surrounding her.
"It really is a lovely night, isn't it?" She said in awe.
"It sure is," Lynn replied. "That's part of the reason I like doing this at night. Letting it all hang out, feeling the cool breeze against your sweaty, naked body as you look up into the clear night sky... it just makes me feel so alive." Tara chuckled. "Right, and I guess all the sex stuff is just a bonus, huh?"
"It sure doesn't hurt." Lynn said with a laugh, which Tara reciprocated. The pair went on in companionable silence. "Well, that's just me anyway." Lynn sighed. "Sorry I kind of roped you into it without prior notice. That was wrong of me."
"You should be sorry. You have a real impulsive streak, and it would have gotten us into deep trouble this time if it wasn't for your creepy smell superpowers."
"Yeah." Lynn mumbled glumly. "I need to actually think things through from now on. I guess I really turned you off the whole exhibitionism thing huh?"
Tara gave it some quiet thought. "Well, after a night like this, I probably wouldn't go out naked in public immediately, but I totally get why you like it. It's a real rush once you get past the fear factor. Maybe... we could do it again sometimes."
"Really?" Lynn said, her eyes sparkling.
"But in a safer way please? You kind of threw me in the deep end here. Maybe we can just flash our boobs out the window or lie naked on the roof of my apartment or something?"
"It's a date!" Lynn said with a grin. The silence returned as the two continued on. Lynn wiggled her hips uncomfortably. "Um, how long until we can separate, by the way?
Tara looked back over her shoulder, right into Lynn's wobbling, freckled rear end. The goth had made good on her earlier promise, absolutely pounding Lynn's pussy doggy-style until she blew a prodigious load into the redhead's womb. Then, she had inflated the hard, bulging knot at the base of her cock and twisted herself around, lodging her manhood firmly inside Lynn in an ass-to-ass position. With no way to get free, Lynn was forced to crawl in reverse as Tara dragged her around. Lynn's heaving, cum-balloon belly didn't help much, jiggling awkwardly less than an inch off the ground.
"What's the matter, Browning? I thought you wanted to be seen." Tara teased.
"I guess. It's just really awkward moving around this. And besides, doesn't your cock hurt all twisted around like that?"
"Ah, don't complain. At least you had the foresight to bring along some extra knee pads and runner's gloves. And as I said, Browning, I know a few cock tricks of my own. This doesn't hurt in the slightest."
"But I'm tireeeed." Lynn whined.
Tara smirked "Well, consider this payback for that little stunt of yours back at the dog park. When we get back to the toilets I'll let you go. Maybe. Once I put a few more gallons inside you. Guess you really WILL be having puppies, eh?"
"See if I ever take you for walkies again, you bad dog!" Lynn pouted. Tara looked back at her and burst into guffaws, which made Lynn do the same. And soon, their laughter echoed like howls into the night.
-The end-
Meanwhile: In her luxurious penthouse on the Upper East Side, Olivia Greenhaven was lounging around on the sofa in nothing more than an oversized T-shirt that hung off her shoulder just so. In front of her was a mounted tablet on which she was watching her favorite reality show: Lynn Browning's World of Scat. And tonight's episode was a real banger, at least judging by the boner leaving a dark stain on her outfit. Down on the floor lay her pet dog, which she was gently stroking with her foot.
"Well, that IS interesting." Olivia said in an impressed tone as Lynn fended off the night guard. "She really is coming into her own with her pheromones." She scribbled some notes in her leather-bound notebook. Ever since the recent advancements in her research and Lynn's development, she'd regained some control of her urges, and she could approach these observations with her usual objective eye.
Olivia yawned and sat up on the couch, idly scratching her furry gonads. Her crotch had gotten way hairier recently, as had her armpits. People in the office had even commented on her recent laxity in grooming. An old question bubbled back up: "Y'know, girl, I only started not caring about my body hair after I got involved with Lynn. Do you think she's rubbing off on me?" Olivia's dog looked up uncaringly and huffed deep in her throat.
"Last time I ask YOUR opinion" Olivia said affectionately. Still, she couldn't deny she had changed since meeting Lynn. After years of using science to make the world's most disturbing fetishes a reality, said fetishes had become almost... boring. But watching Lynn jump headlong into her scat and exhibitionist obsessions with gleeful abandon reminded her why she even wanted to do this in the first place. It was hard to be dispassionate when it came to Lynn, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, she'd become fond of her. Could it even be...
Olivia's ruminations were interrupted by the sound of howling and moaning from the tablet. Tara was taking Lynn up the box doggy style, and it was the most animalistic mating session Olivia had ever seen outside of a nature documentary. "Damn..." She murmured in awe. "Hey girl, check this out," She said, swiveling the tablet to let her dog watch. Almost instantly the mutt went into heat, barking and snapping at the screen. Olivia couldn't tell which part of the animal was drooling more, her mouth or her disgusting, hairy black cock.
"Easy, Kaylynn. You'll get pre-cum all over my rug." Olivia chided. Her 'dog' for the evening was in fact Kaylynn Summers, the deranged receptionist at Greenhaven HQ. She too was entirely naked except for a spiked collar wrapped chokingly tight around her neck and a dog muzzle secured to her face to keep her incisors away from visitors. The way she was foaming at the mouth, she'd probably give someone rabies. Olivia sighed. It was always hard to control Kaylynn when she got worked up. "Maria!" She called. Her 21-year-old housekeeper rounded the corner. "Yes, ma'am?" She asked demurely.
"Kaylynn is a bit... agitated. Would you mind calming her down?"
"But of course." Maria undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She wasn't wearing panties, but no panties could hold in what she was packing. Her pubic mound was grotesquely oversized, practically hanging off her body like a pair of testicles. Splitting the enormous lump of flesh was an equally oversized vagina, which was permanently gaped open. With some effort, Maria sat down on the floor, spreading open her puffy labia invitingly. Sticky vaginal lube began to ooze onto the hardwood floor.
Without a moment's hesitation, Kaylynn rushed Maria, pinning her to the floor and brutally bulging out her elastic insides with her beastly cock. Olivia looked on as her secretary ravaged her moaning housekeeper. Without a word, she turned up the volume on her tablet to max, adding to the cacophony of animalistic sex playing out in her apartment. Then she strutted towards Kaylynn's exposed rear end, her cock growing in girth with each step. Let's see if I can prolapse that anus first try, she thought with a grin.