“Jesus, Heather, just take a break or something!”

“They’re playing at the end of the week, and they need a full squad!”

“And who’s paying you enough that you gotta get this worked up about it?” The heavy-browed man snapped back – summoning a gargantuan effort to raise both eyebrows in mock-befuddlement. “Can you please get them to call me so I can start giving a shit too?!”

“Josh – honestly, it’s that attitude that’ll keep you behind this desk… and stop forgetting to wear your staff card or you’ll end up somewhere worse. Idiot…”

Heather trailed off into an irritated mumble, knowing she’d find no further help from her co-worker. She shuffled some pointless paper invoices absent-mindedly and turned to her tablet screen – tapping through a list of current members at the gym. The system held an uncommonly detailed account of their fitness levels and various physical statistics, plus a hidden section marked ‘office use only’ which required a passkey. She threw a sideways glance toward her colleague, who hadn’t been around long enough to gain trusted access and tapped in the passkey. A whirring mesh of graphs, sequential photos and test results filled the screen as she leaned in closer and swiped through the members again.

“Heather!” Josh whisper-shouted, tapping Heather’s arm urgently as she flinched and fumbled to lock her tablet.

“Fuhh – what is it?” She asked – more to distract than out of genuine interest.

“Prayers. Answered.”

“What prayers? I’m not even…” Heather followed Josh’s stare toward the gym entrance as the glass doors slid to a neat close behind a tall, muscle-bound jock boy.

“He’s perfect, right?” Josh pierced the silence.

The tufty black-haired jock boy stopped and lowered his sports bag as he let his mouth fall open, eyes tracking around the huge three-tiered entrance lobby and getting wider with each piece of high-tech fitness machinery he glimpsed. His shoulders were broad, grey top barely clinging to his well-defined pecs, and his thick muscular legs stood rooting him to the ground in awe. As he finally let his body turn to examine the hallway leading off left to the practice field, Heather caught sight of the pert pair of butt cheeks that were responsible for pulling his thin blue shorts tight against his other features.

“Perfect… yeah…” Heather shook her head to catch her thoughts. “But that guy is definitely not a member. And that’d be a record turnaround – induction straight to playing with the team in a couple of days… I don’t know…”

“Fine – you get back to scouring your iPad. I’ll sign him up and… –“

“Like hell you will. He’s mine.”

“But!” Josh protested, remembering he only needed six more sign-ups to get his passkey access.

“Go reset the machines or something” Heather shooed the reluctant man. “Go!”

“Alright! Fuck’s sake… shouldn’t have even said anything… damned Heather hot for some jock action…” Josh mumbled as he disappeared into the main exercise room.

Heather reset her angry facial expression and took a breath as she watched the bulky boy stride toward the desk.

“Hello sir and welcome to Clawed-Paw Fitness, are you looking to tour the facilities?”

“Hey!” the jock spoke with a modest but firm voice for his size, smiling with the experience of someone who is comfortable with attracting attention. “Nah – I already know I want to join. You don’t build guys like the Heathville Huskies without the best equipment, right?”

Heather stifled a smug grin, flipping her tablet round to present some dense legal terms and a biometric signature box.

“Quite right. Well, in that case – just place your thumbprint here and enter your name underneath…”

She studied the way the jock boy’s thick forearms tensed as he moved to sign.

“Riley Barker, huh?” Heather asked in marvel at the happenstance.

“Yup. Lame I know – sounds like mum just wanted a pet and got me instead. But maybe it just means I was born to play with the Huskies!”

Riley flashed a tongue-in-cheek smirk at the woman, who stood bemused and motionless, somewhere in between a fleeting suspicion that this all seemed too perfect and simply melting into Riley’s cute puppy dog eyes. He dropped the smirk in defeat but held his sincere stare.

“Worth a try though, eh?”

She rallied.

“Well, you might be in luck Mr Barker. But first thing is first – we need to get your baseline.” Heather patted her hip twice quickly, as if to focus his attention. “Come on.”

Riley’s ears perked up at the tone Heather used and he rushed to follow.

Closely tracking behind Heather’s toned lycra-clad rear, Riley found mischievous urges beginning to cloud his thoughts and felt his shorts get even tighter. The only weird part about it was that he found himself picturing how satisfying it would be to get his nose right up behind and sniff her butt. Not something he was normally into, but she probably smelled great, so he wasn’t about to judge himself.

“Mr. Barker?”

Riley looked up at Heather’s face, his mouth slightly ajar, and quickly closed it – refocusing as he hadn’t even realised, they had stopped walking. He held his sports bag in front of him to hide the bulge in his shorts – normally something he would be fine to wear proudly, if he hadn’t just been caught staring. Heather shot a purposeful glance at the bag, smiling.

“Well, I was going to check your bench first up – but maybe you’d prefer the seated overhead press?”

Riley blushed.

“How about some cardio? Run off some of that extra energy, yeah?” Heather began walking, patting her hip twice again to prompt the jock to follow.

As he jolted forward, eager to stay close behind, Riley let his gaze linger for a moment on the athletes in the weights room. Peering through the glass partition walls, he could swear the men were all shamelessly bulging in whatever sports gear they wore. One woman who hadn’t worn black even had a visible wet patch at the crotch of her purple lycra. He winced in disbelief, then blinked to clear his vision. ‘Don’t perve, you’re just making it worse’ he told himself, thinking back on the number of times he had gone free-balling to his local gym back home. ‘Nothing weird about it’, he concluded.

Arriving outside the cardio room, Riley reflected on the fact it was getting more difficult to think of well… anything. Every second. His bulge was still swollen but mercifully held tight against his skin by his compression boxer briefs. An obscene outline of his cock was probably marginally better than a fully pitched and throbbing tent, he reasoned.

“So – pick a machine and get running. I’ll get you set up on the baseline programme, but I can already tell you’re going to be great at this!”

Heather beamed, seeming to wink at his swollen groin without winking at all.

Struggling to think clearly – Riley studied the machine and mirror-filled room to locate a free treadmill.

“H-Heather?”

“Mmhm?”

He took a moment longer to make sure he wasn’t imagining things – scanning across every runner, cross-stepper and cyclist to see they all had their tongues hanging out of their mouths.

“Why is everyone…”

“What?”

“Are they… panting?”

Heather narrowed her eyes and stepped over to a bespoke vending machine that had a stylized image of the Heathville Huskies’ eponymous mascot emblazoned across it. She pressed a few buttons, swiped her staff card and retrieved a similarly branded bottle from behind a black rubber flap.

“Looks like they’re building up a sweat. Pushing themselves to their limit – y’know? I guess the rumour must have gotten loose…” She said, tantalisingly, as she brandished the bottle in her outstretched hand, offering it to the jock.

“Rumour?” Riley quizzed, grabbing the bottle instinctively, unscrewing the lid and bringing it to his parched mouth.

“You didn’t hear? The Huskies’ star player has got an injury in training and can’t play the game on Saturday.”

“Striger?! No way – I thought he’s basically untouchable…” Riley took a big glug from the bottle to punctuate his surprise.

“Management thought so too – all the subs are off on some training refresher…” Heather watched him slurp down the entire contents and crush the bottle down in his fist for recycling. “Anyway – guess some wannabe from the gym membership will get to sub in for him given the short notice. That’s why everyone is hitting it so hard. We’ll probably pick based on this week’s baselines.”

Riley licked his lips with animalistic abandon.

“Wow – so the timing’s great for me then!” The cheeky grin returned, revealing a sharpened canine tooth that gently indented his bottom lip. “This stuff is delicious by the way – protein shake, yeah?”

“Our own blend. On tap for all Clawed-Paw Fitness members. I can see you’ve taken an immediate liking to it!”

Heather watched the jock boy looking wide-eyed with excitement at the prospect of trying out for the team, while battling against his wiggling waist to stand somewhat still. Swooning for a moment at the hypnotic jiggle of his ample rear and proud bulge – combining to underline the inadequacy of those tight blue shorts, she reminded herself there was work to be done.

“Help yourself to another shake.”

A couple of quick stretches later, Riley found himself poised atop a particularly long treadmill which had an adjustable screen that could drop all the way down to eye level, as if for somebody crawling. Impressed at the customisation and proactive approach to accessibility, Riley hit the button to ‘Go’.

Nothing happened. Instead of the machine whirring into motion, a large pulsing spiral filled the digital screen – the word ‘STAY’ stamped into the centre.

“Uhm …Heather?”

She looked up from her iPad, which had already collected some very invasive tracking data relating to measuring Riley’s brainwaves.

“What kind of routine is this?”

The message on the screen faded and returned with the words “Good Boy”, which was then quickly replaced again by a video feed showing an open field with a member of staff patting their knees and the word ‘HEEL’. As soon as the word appeared, the belt jolted immediately to mid-high intensity. Riley would have been flung to the floor if he hadn’t felt strangely compelled to propel himself forward exactly in time with the machine starting.

Heather strode worriedly over to the jock as he immediately kept pace with the bizarre routine and eagerly watched for the words to change while racing toward the beckoning digital trainer.

She mumbled a few curses under her breath.

“Useless fucking idiot Josh. You were meant to reset the damned machines.”

Heather let the rest of her thought process play out in her head. ‘Where has he disappeared to anyway? Just lucky this jock boy is basically a human pup by default, or he’d have definitely dissociated from the signal conditioning. No harm letting him baseline on level 2 if he’s receptive to it.’

She stared at Riley’s bouncing muscles, noting that he was fixated on the screen and panting with a subtly elongated tongue – just like the rest.

“Smashed it, Riley. 98th percentile off the bat!”

Riley stepped off the treadmill, slightly hunched, and took a moment to straighten himself up and pull his tongue back into his mouth. He tilted his head as the quantitative praise didn’t quite decrypt in his brain the way it normally might.

“So, was that okay, or…?”

“Look. You’re nearly up there with the Huskies and you’ve only just joined.”

“Yeah?” Riley still looked a little blank – like an expectant dog who wouldn’t be satisfied without some head-scritches.

Heather sighed with a smile. ‘Signal’s really doing a number on this guy’, she thought to herself.

“You were good Riley! A really good boy!”

“Arf!” Riley yapped, startling Heather a little, before beginning to wag his behind side to side in a jittering rhythm. “Amazing! So good to hear. Thank you… what’s next?!”

She looked him over with some hint of scepticism. Minimal, subtle physical changes – but he was already barking? The conditioning signal being transmitted in every room of the gym was designed to have this exact effect – to create a simple, excitable canine mindset that can be exploited for enhanced stamina and training compliance – but she’d never seen it work this fast before. ‘Hell, if it worked this quick, that idiot Josh would be a yapping mutt by now with the number of times he’s misplaced his staff card’.

Clutching her card and wondering for a moment what it would be like to remove it and let the signal in to her mind, she turned her attention back to Riley – still obediently waiting for her direction on where to go next. Almost seemed like overkill to use the follow trigger on him again, but he was clearly the right audience for it. She tapped her thigh twice quickly.

“Come on, boy.”

Following closely behind Heather and taking any opportunity to sniff at her scent, Riley noticed his idling arousal starting to spike again. The restless motion of his hips causing his dick to rub against the fabric of his underwear didn’t help either and he could hear himself whining with a growing frustration. These weird feelings seemed strangely familiar, like they were a part of some kind of pattern. Every time he grasped at a thread of logic, it seemed to quickly fray, and he returned to the feeling of his tingling hard dick, or how nice it felt to let his tongue droop over his lower jaw.

“Up next, Mr Barker… squats. Normally, there might be a couple more stops but you have shown an uncommon aptitude for…-”

“Ooh-rrrf! I love squats!” the jock boy pounced toward the squat rack as Heather studied his hands closely.

“Whoa boy!” she exclaimed, stealing Riley’s frenetic attention. “Maybe we’ll stick to bodyweight endurance reps for the baseline?”

The jock had barely noticed his fingers were half their normal length and his thumb had retreated part of the way up his wrist, which made gripping a barbell unlikely. He dejectedly refrained from the rack with an expression that made it easy to imagine a pair of triangular ears folded flat to his black-tufted head.

His demeanour and phantom dog ears soon perked up as Heather the hot trainer began counting his squat reps. It wasn’t long before the panting came back. He loved the feeling of pressure growing at his groin and in the seat of his shorts with every descent. Almost like some extra mass was wagging its way into existence between his plump butt cheeks – as if there wasn’t already a lack of space down there.

“Go on, Riley – feel it. Push it. Harder.” Heather encouraged him, unsure whether she was even talking about the exercise anymore as a wriggling nub became increasingly conspicuous at the base of the panting boy’s spine.

Riley lapped up the praise and kept letting the building pressure propel him to pump out more reps. With each one, he could feel his hands instinctively lower from his temples – tucking neatly together and reaching past his swollen groin to contact the floor every time he lowered himself. They felt strangely numb. Almost like feet, but it felt natural, so he didn’t question it.

As he reached his limit, panting and sweating profusely – Riley allowed himself to stop in a restful position seated on the ground with his paw-hands in front of him.

Heather marvelled at the readouts Riley was generating on her tablet, almost forgetting to bother communicating with him any longer, given the dog-like daze he had sunken into.

“This is incredible stuff, Riley Barker. You are undeniably built for this. Forget the game on Saturday, Heathville Huskies might need to look for someone to downsize from the main squad at this rate…”

Still looking at the data, she leaned toward Riley to give him a sincere pat on the head – her staff card slipping from her person as she did and falling just in front of the jock’s paws. He automatically craned his head forward and awkwardly scooped it up in his mouth, hoping to helpfully fetch it for his distracted trainer.

Gripping the metallic card in his teeth, Riley had the always-strange notion that he was suddenly aware of the absence of something. His head felt less clouded. Some thoughts he had snuffed out earlier began to bubble to the surface, begging to be re-examined. The pattern of behaviours and feelings. Coming when called. Panting. Wanting to sniff butts. And did he bark? Was that real? He felt his heart rate quicken and looked down at himself, sat like an obedient dog on the floor. The whites of his eyes grew in terror as he fixated on his shrunken stubby hands.

“Whath-tha-fthuck” he questioned in a gravelly voice muffled by the card he still held in his short muzzle.

Muzzle?! He went cross-eyed, noting the leathery black nose that crowned the elongated bridge of his fur-peppered nose.

It all began to slot into place, as his un-leashed mind raced ahead of his partially transformed body that still sat still like a patient dog waiting for its owner.

Riley shot a look up from his sitting position toward Heather, being sure to look with his eyes rather than his head. She still hadn’t noticed, gleefully tapping away on the tablet. His breathing went shallow. He felt his own prickly tail straining to tremble and itching between his butt cheeks. His jaw felt tight, like he needed to stretch it out – to yawn and feel the full range of his burgeoning snout. He did exactly that, feeling the fog descend into his mind again as the metallic staff card fell loose of his fangs – like a chorus of barking tempting him to join in, the simple thoughts began to sedate his human worries once more.

‘It’s the card! It’s blocking whatever they’re beaming into my head’, he reasoned with his failing logic, fumbling to clasp it between his paws. The barking in his mind abated again as he succeeded. Knowing that his clumsy paws were too stiff to trust with the key to his continued sanity while in the midst of an escape – Riley begrudgingly clamped down on the card with his strong muzzle again. With a momentary struggle as he prayed his legs were still human enough to run – he raised himself to two feet.

Heather finally peeled her eyes from the tablet screen to placate the dog boy with an easy smile that quickly contorted, nostrils flaring as she saw the glint of humanity in his eye and her staff card in his muzzle.

“Riley… Just stay there boy.” She spoke in a firm commanding tone as she stepped closer.

Riley felt some vestiges of the signal tinkering with his brain circuitry. Her words conspired to dampen his desire to escape and let him fizzle back into horny compliance. He felt his body stick to the spot for a moment, before, with an overwhelming mental effort that caused him to growl and bare his fangs around the metallic card – he bolted, shoulder barging Heather to the ground.

Eyes darting around, trying to recall the route out of this monolithic workout space that he’d entered while entranced by the idea of sniffing his trainer’s butt, he zeroed in on a familiar corridor. He ran straight and deftly weaved between the other patrons who were clearly still lost to the signal – or else they might have questioned why this stocky dog jock was barrelling through their gym in such a frenzy.

“Riley! HEEL!”

He winced, hearing Heather’s command in the distance and remembering how good it felt to respond while running on the treadmill. ‘No – need to get out. Away from this brainwashing shit’ he cautioned himself. He knew his body and mind had already changed enough that he wouldn’t be able to resist many more commands like that. It was difficult enough to stave off the instinct to open his stuffy muzzle and enjoy the breeze as he sprinted – which would mean dropping the card and letting the barking back in. He needed to speed up.

“Hey, blue shorts!”

Riley span to locate the source of the voice as it somehow shouted in a whisper.

“Yeah – you. The half-dog jock in the blue shorts! I gotta be any more specific?”

Locking onto the frowning man who called out to him – Riley registered the purple and white sports gear he was wearing. The Clawed-Paw Fitness colours – another staff member. ‘Fuck that’, he concluded.

“Damned jock! I want to help you! Why else you think I’m whispering instead of coming at you with a net, huh?!”

“You are noth whithpering!” Riley replied through his clenched maw.

“Fine – whatever, but you need to follow me. Come on.”

Riley blinked as he half-expected the guy to pat his thigh twice. Still, he followed through a bunch of interconnected back offices leading to a huge storage room full of empty caged enclosures that featured various dog toys, treats and cosy-looking floor mats. A sturdy gunmetal grey machine hummed audibly in the corner, a bright white light endlessly circling a translucent-purple ring set into its front.

“We should be able to hide out here and work on a way to escape. I’m Josh by the way.”

The slight man held out a hand and tentatively grasped Riley’s paw, shaking it for a second before realising his faux pa’s.

“Sorry – erm. ‘Least I didn’t say ‘shake’, huh? Ha… hmm.”

Riley looked miserable. His ears, having migrated most of the way up his head and acquired a thick black fuzz across their pointed tips, slumped a little. He spat the staff card into his paws and clung tightly with his leathery pads.

“Oh man – she really got you fast huh, blue shorts?”

“My name is Riley!” the dog jock growled, half on purpose. “And why the hell are you helping me anyway?”

Josh recoiled at the animalistic noise before answering with a feigned calmness.

“I’m new here too, j- Riley… haven’t even got my passkey to the client files yet.” He breathed in sharply and spoke on the exhale. “I knew some weird shit was going down here – but trust me, nothing like what I saw today.”

“What did you see?”

“Snuck into the GM’s office and saw what they’re doing… what they’re going to do to you…”

“Which is?”

“Well, the Heathville Huskies – really… actually, are huskies… kind of. Like a hybrid?”

“The hell do you mean? Like the way I am now? Nah – fuck that. I’ve seen them play. They don’t have paws or anything!”

Josh paused, looking up at the ceiling and stretching out his arms before beginning again with accompanying gestures.

“The protein shake Heather gave you – it destabilised your DNA. Combine that with the conditioning signal they’re transmitting around this whole building… they’re creating perfectly trained teams of athletes with the obedience, physicality and pack instinct of canines. Basically, the perfect jocks.”

“I don’t feel… perfected.” Riley tucked the staff card carefully into his waist band to free up his useless limp paws and turned to show off his short tail wagging slowly as if to demonstrate.

“You’re half-baked. They have some kind of process where they can revert the Huskies back to their human form for games while maintaining their canine advantages…” Josh clarified.

As Josh continued to explain, Riley reflected for the first time on the state of his body. What even was his plan once he escapes? How could he return to his normal life with paws, a tail and a muzzle? He heard himself whining at the realisation of it all, before snapping back to Josh’s explanation.

“…it’s how they’re so dominant in the sport – sort of like that scene from Teen Wolf where Michael J Fox just dunks on the…- “

“You said they revert them, for the games?” Riley interrupted.

“That’s right… but…”

“So how?!”

Josh contorted his face in a way that suggested the answer might not be easy to hear, but before he could relay it – both men’s attention sprang to the single door leading into their hiding spot. Sequential door slams could be heard approaching from beyond and both men scrambled to hide behind the humming machine, surmising that Heather was about to burst in an scold them. Riley, in particular, readied a mantra of defiance in his mind and pawed at his waistline to check the staff card was still in situ – finding a prominent bulge also travelling up and out from his shorts. His genitals had been encased in a fuzzy, white-furred sheath, attached to his abdomen. He took an instinctive sniff with his damp black nose, before poking at the snug exit with a single paw and shuddering as he felt it make contact with the tip of his desperately sensitive dog cock.

The storage room door slammed the wall as Heather thrust it open in a rage, entering the room looking markedly more dishevelled and wild after the chase.

“You are not going to rr-ruin this for me, Riley! You will play in the game, and you will be fucking brilliant – and management will love me for it.” The female personal trainer furiously declared.

Riley barely heard the threats, as his ears rang with the shock of his dick having succumb to the changes. He pawed at himself – watching with a sickening blend of horny distress as his red pointed penis crept up from his soft sheath, every inch of extension teasing him in a way that proved it was unmistakably his cock. The straining and swelling of his maleness, even within the sheath, threatened to shake the staff card loose as it stretched his waistband wider. The dog jock pawed it back into his muzzle for safety, before padding at his privates again – partly out of curiosity and partly out of a building primal lust. Something in the air was filling his nostrils and driving his dog parts insane.

Josh looked at the animal next to him and moved his elbow away awkwardly as they remained huddled together behind the machine.

“Stop pawing at yourself, blue shorts! She’ll hear you humping your own paws, stupid jock!” he whispered.

“I can hear you shouting from here, Josh! You little rat.” Heather spat with disdain.

Josh immediately jumped up from behind the hefty gunmetal machine, hands raised in defeat.

“Fine! You got me Heather! Never could whisper without shouting – but you never could speak to me without being a complete bitch!”

“Wrrrgh-what?!” The wild-haired woman growled.

“See? Just like the members you love ogling after… it’s a nasty look.” Josh taunted, lowering his hands. “Hey Heather – where’s your staff card?”

“My… arrff… card?” Heather’s angry expression softened into confusion as she struggled to find her words. “Rofff… no – Josh! Where-rrufff is Riley? We can still…”

“We? Still what? You can barely even speak and you’re still trying your luck. It’s that kind of attitude that will keep you in one of these cages.” Josh motioned for Heather to look around, as if to hammer home the point.

“Rofff! I rron’t… wuff-want to be a daawwrrgg!” Heather whined.

Josh didn’t reply but had already made his way across the room to retrieve a Heathville Husky-branded protein shake from a tall fridge unit. He grabbed a bowl from one of the caged enclosures and tipped the thick liquid into it, placing it on the ground in front of Heather.

“Down girl. And drink up.” Josh firmly pointed at the bowl, watching as Heather’s eyes glazed over and she fell to her hands and knees in compliance – lapping at the Husky shake with her tongue.

Josh turned to face the humming machine and called out.

“We’re wrapping up here, Riley! You can come out now…”

The stocky dog jock emerged, clearly struggling to keep his hips under control as they bucked in tiny spasms and thrust his leaking dog dick through the cool air of the room. He held his paws awkwardly to the sides, as if restraining himself from touching his maleness, afraid of what it might do to him to give in.

“Shiiit, blue shorts. You caught a scent or something, boy?” Josh teased.

Riley growled and snapped, careful not to let the card slip from his drooling muzzle as he noted Heather’s fate across the room.

“I’m just joshing ya. But I did find out they used to keep bitches in here… for the Heathville Husky boys, if you know what I mean.”

Riley wrinkled his black-nosed snout at the thought, before motioning his head toward Heather.

“What happened to her? Why’d she break so fast?”

Josh smirked, sneaking a glance at Riley’s visibly pulsing red rocket as he started.

“There’s a reason I took us to hide in this room, blue shorts.” Josh paused. “Come to think of it – why don’t you just take ‘em off? They’re not exactly hiding anything now, are they? And that tail of yours isn’t getting any shorter…”

Riley blushed and nodded, trying for a moment to scrape his shorts down with his stiff paw-pads, now adorning the ends of arms that were clearly articulated for running on all fours, without success.

“Need a hand?” Josh intervened, gently pulling the blue shorts and freeing Riley’s tail and sheath from their constriction. His cock bobbed and swelled larger still in response, spilling some pre on the floor.

“Thanks…”

“No probs. Anyway – this room. It’s the one they use for the final stage of the conditioning. The bit that actually locks the change in place and seals their status as hybrid dog jocks.”

Josh looked across at Heather, now lapping the liquid up with a more efficient canine-shaped tongue and sporting shiny golden fur that spread out from under her purple and white lycra.

“Look at her – she’s barely been at that bowl for a couple minutes and she’s already covered in fur. Stretching up under her clothes there… must mean she’s got other changes hidden under there too…”

Josh mockingly mimed a shocked expression as Riley’s dick tensed – his mind picturing Heather’s naked furry body on all fours while Josh continued.

“You don’t think she’s in heat, do you?!… Anyway – it’s that machine over there.”

“The machine we hid behind?” Riley confirmed, his nose twitching as he tried to concentrate.

“Yep. The source of the signal. Beaming all that doggy conditioning into the head of anyone who isn’t wearing a staff card. And it’s unbelievably powerful when you’re right next to it! Canine thoughts react with the destabilised DNA from the shake and woof, got yourself some good dogs – ready to be trained.”

“And the final step?”

“Getting to that!” Josh snapped, glancing again at Heather.

She had finished her bowl of protein shake and was visibly morphing into the approximate shape of a golden retriever, like a timelapse of some gradual change being sped up on TV. Her whiskered muzzle pushed out to full-length. Her arms and legs retracted, thinned and reformed into a perfect quadrupedal stance. A wispy tail began trying to wag even though it was bunched up under the lycra that now hung loosely from her changed body. She growled and nipped at her clothing, slowly managing to wriggle free from it and celebrating the freedom with a triumphant bark. Her multiple breasts were swollen along her underside and her erratic movements revealed that Josh had been correct. She wafted her tail around instinctively, spreading her scent for any nearby male dogs to be irresistibly drawn to.

“Okay, that should do.” Josh said with a weary sigh.

Riley’s eyes narrowed amid his doggish expression. He snarled at the other man’s body language.

“Hey, don’t get all riled up…” Josh teased. “You smelling that? Take a sniff – go on…”

“No… just tell me how they change back…”

“Getting to that!” Josh rolled his eyes in exaggerated fashion. “Christ, Riley – can’t you just live in the moment? Look at yourself.”

Riley looked down at his splayed-out paws, wagging tail that bashed between the backs of his thighs and bulging dog cock that bounced with the beat of his heart.

Seizing the opportunity, Josh struck forward and placed a firm grip around Riley’s twitching fleshy shaft – squeezing slightly and rotating his thumb around the pointed tip.

“Feel that? You need to cum out the last bit of your humanity, Riley. Then I’m sure you’ll make the team.”

Riley arched his head back with horrified satisfaction as it felt so good to be gripped. He thrusted further into Josh’s hand involuntarily and let loose a barking whine of pleasure – the metallic staff card tumbling from his muzzle in the process.

“Wrrrffff- no!!”

The dog jock clawed at Josh with his powerful paws, getting him to release his grip before scrambling to the floor to try and retrieve the staff card. The barking returned, louder and more invasive – more urgent than before. His thoughts immediately began to fog up and drift away. He was on the floor. Why? Because he has four paws? Looking for something? Best way to find it would be… sniffing it out.

He sniffed. Deeply. And again.

There! A scent. Ripe. Wet. Tempting. Follow it. Found it.

Riley arrived panting on all fours, black nose pressed against Heather’s swollen dripping opening – her tail obligingly lifted.

Pleasure. Need. Bliss. She wants it. Taste it. Pressure. Need. To. Mount.

The huge, beastly black and white Husky dog mounted the Labrador with a motion honed through eons of primal urges. Pumping, hammering, pounding her as the pressure built and grew in his groin. He felt himself inflate to unheard of proportions – clamping his front legs onto his female and driving his rigid dog cock deeper into her with every movement until he felt fully enveloped by warmth. Stuck. Convulsing with tiny frantic thrusts, spasming and biting the nape of the dog beneath him. Knotted. And lost.

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Saturday

Riley had woken early and gotten straight down to the Clawed-Paw Fitness centre for a workout. Ever since joining, he felt incredible – with boundless energy and a clear focus that kept him on track throughout his day. He’d never struggled to build muscle before, but this new regime was seeing some great results in only a few days. He was constantly pumped and ready for action, in more ways than one.

He’d somehow gotten the fantastic opportunity to play a stand-in game with the Heathville Huskies – a dominant force in the league. He knew he’d need to impress to stand of chance of becoming permanent, but with the way he felt – he wasn’t even anxious.

Wearing his obscenely tight blue shorts, which he could have sworn fitted him just fine only recently, he bounded through to the changing rooms to meet his new teammates. A dense pack of sweaty jock boys lined the locker-adorned room in various stages of undress and entirely relaxed about it.

Standing aside and watching as they changed was the new Manager, dressed in an expensive-looking purple and white team colours tracksuit. Riley zoomed in on the bespoke name stitched into the left chest panel.

“Great to meet you… Josh!” he excitedly barked.

The Manager smiled warmly, stealing a glance at the jock’s bulging blue shorts.

“You too Riley. We’re expecting good things from you today.”

“Me too – I’m feeling so ready for this.”

“Good boy. Now, let’s get you dialled in to the team. SIT!”

Riley’s mind went blank, whatever was about to come out of his mouth ceasing to exist. Instead, he looked around the room for a split second and lowered himself to the ground, hands on the floor and staring up at the man who had commanded him.

“Good dog.” Josh praised.

“Wruff!”

“Now go get to know your teammates before the game.”

Riley looked around at the jock boys from his obedient sitting position, his head around waist-height. So many butts to sniff.

Scrabbling through the front door after struggling to calm himself enough to line the key up with the lock, Riley set his gym bag down.

“Anya?!” He barked. “You home?!”

His rump jittered side to side for some reason, butt cheeks rhythmically tensing. His eyes darted around as he struggled to contain his excitement. He didn’t know where to check first. Why wasn’t she responding? Is she in? Is she hiding? Is it a game?

“Anya?!” He yapped again – louder and higher in pitch, forgetting to close his mouth afterward.

It must be a game. Unless she’s gone out somewhere… but why would she…

Treats?!… No… she knows I’m on the Huskies diet plan… so where is she?!

The jitter in Riley’s waist transformed into a full oscillating motion which wobbled the heavy muscles in his thighs and pushed him to lean forward in anticipation. He sniffed the air with his nose angling downward, as if to search for the object of his excitement. His tongue flopped out over his lower lip. He turned to begin a more methodical search in the kitchen…

“Behind you, Barker!”

“Anya!” the excited jock boy verbally clocked the voice before spinning to see – a thick mist of peppery deodorant fill his vision, spraying an olfactory assault up and down his burly form.

“Ack! Rrggghh-arf!!”

He recoiled, spitting out the chemical taste that had plastered his panting tongue. Slowly, the mist cleared, and Riley shot a creased brow look of betrayal toward the grinning blonde girl beyond.

“Made you look…”

She was wearing one of her relaxed evening tops, without a bra. Riley’s dejected puppy dog expression quickly melted into a playful smirk as he resumed his forward-leaning posture and tackled his assailant, scooping her up effortlessly and bringing her to the ground beneath him.

Letting a soft moan escape her lips as she felt him take control of her body, she squirmed as if to resist – only to signal the male that he would need to restrain her to get his way.

Riley obliged, forcing her arms above her head, crossed at the wrists and holding them in place with one hand. He leaned in, giving her an affectionate lick on the cheek before beginning to gently bite at the space between her shoulder and neck. She moaned again – the sound itself pumping blood to his groin and jolting his hips higher up her body as he began to hump her through his blue shorts.

His thrusts became more frantic as he descended – grinding up and down to feel as much of her warmth against him as possible.

“Grr-ruufff…” He growled in pleasure, losing himself in the movements as Anya turned her head away and exposed more of bare flesh for him gnaw at.

Then her squirming stopped.

“You want to take a shower, Barker?”

“Rff– Huh?” Riley didn’t stop nipping her neck or dry humping her groin.

“A shower! You need one.”

Riley’s hips slowed their rhythm slightly, but only to drive more desperate urgent thrusts of his rigid tense dick into the female, even as he knew he should stop.

“Seriously!” Anya raised her voice with a sweet laugh that spoke of how she knew his pain.

“But…”

“But… you just want to cum in your shorts while I sniff your post-gym pits?”

Anya used Riley’s lowered mental bandwidth as he tried to fathom the problem with her suggestion, in order to loosen his grip and place her palm on his chest while he came to a stop – cock still resting atop her pubic mound and clearly straining to continue.

“Well…” Riley started.

“I know. You’re all worked up.” Anya tickled a finger on his pulsing tip, making his hips instinctively tense up for another thrust. “But don’t you think it’ll be better if you meet me in the bedroom in 10 minutes?”

“Grrrrghh- fine!”

Riley growled, then whined in resignation as he lifted himself to his feet – sporting an obscene tent twitching at the front of his shorts.

“Good boy.”

Something about the phrase made his mind cloud over, his dick stiffening further somehow. He shook himself momentarily with some mild concern at the primal thoughts he had just needed to fight back. Seeing that Anya had already got up and moved into the lounge, he followed and loomed near the door.

“Don’t you… like my smell?” He probed, self-consciously.

Anya turned to look at the sheepish jock boy, with his pitched and twitching tent. What a strange sight, she thought, stifling a laugh to save him the humiliation.

“Aww, Riley… of course I do… but you’re fresh home from the gym! Well, not fresh…” She paused smirking, then continued sincerely. “Honestly, it’s only since you joined that gym – I get they’re probably pushing you pretty hard and I really want this for you, but – you always smell like a… Like a dog or something, I don’t know”.

Riley looked blankly at her, as if what she had said wasn’t really registering.

“So, I smell bad?”

“No… like a – you know – a dog… – never mind! Look! To be honest, I think it’s perfectly reasonable to have a shower after a workout!”

Something about Anya’s tone and the stern look she gave him made the jock want to anxiously squeeze his rump as if he had a tail to thread between his legs.

“Okay.” Riley conceded in a defeated murmur.

“Don’t forget your protein shake with all that brain power going to your shorts!” Anya quipped, cheering him up instantly at the implication of support for his new position with the Heathville Huskies.

Closing the bathroom door behind him and choosing not to lock it in the hopes Anya might struggle to resist jumping in the shower with him, Riley undressed. He pulled his shorts down over his raging hard dick, watching it spring back up and slap his abs, then stepped under the water – quickly falling into deep reflection about his short time with the Huskies so far.

It had been incredible. They stormed their first game with Riley in the team, due in no small part to a few heroic sprints up the field by the newbie himself. The guys were amazing and friendly – what he remembered of them anyway… a lot of it was a blur in his head.

He was now able to train in the VIP sections of the Clawed Paw Fitness centre with the very best equipment and a special protein blend, reserved for the Huskies themselves. Such a lucky break. The jitters at his rump began again.

Riley had never been happier in his life… so why did it bother him so much? Anya saying, he smelled… like a dog? It reminded him of the day he joined the new gym… some nagging memory about something seeming… off?

Rinsing the soap from his thick hair, Riley noted his dick had stayed the course throughout and only a dry towel now stood between him and burying it deep in Anya’s warmth. It tensed and bounced at the thought.

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9 days earlier…

So many butts to sniff.

Riley began panting, eyes glazing over at the thought of all the scents he could search out in the team changing room. His nose blackened as if to enable this fantasy, dragging his mouth forward into a protruding muzzle. Fur pushed up and out of brand-new follicles along his snout, tickling him as he felt the bouquet of the room intensify and tingle as it travelled up the length of his nasal cavity. He went to bound from his sitting position, but faltered as his human legs couldn’t quite act out his dog brain’s desires.

Regardless, he soon found himself on awkward hands and knees approaching the nearest of the ten other well-built jock boys dotted around the room. His quarry wore only a pair of boxer briefs which clung tightly to his bubble butt, a chasm-like crease where his glutes met the back of his thighs. Riley wasted no time and immediately stuck his face against the cotton elastane-blend that separated him from the boy’s hairy ass, stretching the fabric further as he pressed his nose deeply between those cheeks. He corrected himself, this jock’s ass wasn’t hairy – he could easily smell the trace of a razor lubrication strip. This boy was freshly bare down there. Riley delved further at the thought, almost lifting his teammate off the ground with his enthusiasm.

“Like it down there, boy?” Josh sneered, as the object of Riley’s intrusions pulled team colours over his head – not even flinching as the dog boy’s anal assault pushed him off balance slightly.

Riley withdrew hearing Josh’s question and barked his approval before moving to the next boy. And the next. He drank in their scents – instantly getting to know about what they’d been up to over the past few days and more about their personalities, physical health and even how horny they were feeling. One jock in particular made Riley salivate as his scent gave away how much he enjoyed having a curious dog boy’s damp sniffing snout invade his ass. Still, the jock dutifully adjusted the straps on his helmet like a professional, ignoring his growing bulge together with the furry whiskers now tickling his bare thighs – boxers having ridden up so far as to become a thong from the dog boy’s advancing curiosity.

“Okay – I think you got ‘em all, Riley. You’re just enjoying yourself now, huh?”

Riley turned to face Josh, what was left of the bare skin on his cheeks clearly blushing.

“Good boy – don’t worry. It’s fine to have favourites.” Josh teased, noting the outline of a hard dick in Riley’s shorts.

Perhaps misinterpreting Josh’s encouragement through the filter of his canine lust, Riley took the opportunity to spin like a dog chasing its tail and wrapped his arms around the thick thigh of the horny jock, wrist brushing over the standing boy’s bulge. His solid shaft snaking left in his blue shorts, Riley angled himself to press his dick to his teammate’s leg, hips swiftly whirring into motion to rub himself against those sinewy muscles.

Josh doubled forward with a brief bout of laughter, before stretching an arm across his chest and regaining composure. He approached.

“You good with this, Chase?”

A few twisted strands of his blonde hair falling over his forehead as he looked respectfully toward Josh, Chase let an embarrassed smile soften his neutral expression.

“Yes, sir.”

“Mhmm.” Josh hummed with scepticism, “But really?”

“Uhh… I…” Chase’s eyes swam with confusion as he tilted his head. He wanted to please his master but couldn’t lock on to what Josh wanted from him. Before he had the chance to finish his answer, Josh took another stride forward to survey the two horny jocks from the front.

“Oh! Well, there’s the answer!”

Josh pointed at the obvious ridge in Chase’s compression shorts, complete with a damp patch at its end. Chase kept his arms by his side obediently, body rocking as Riley pounded his leg.

“The rest of you take notes – this is how you get ready for a game. Get all worked up then harness the energy, yeah?!” Josh shouted, like some perverted pep-talk. “Now, all of you SIT!”

Every boy in the room suddenly broke from whatever task they were doing and lowered themselves to the tiled ground, like obedient dogs. Even Riley and Chase fell free from their roles as a misbehaving pup and a humping post respectively – though neither felt their arousal subside.

“Good dogs.”

All the jocks panted appreciatively in unison.

“Speak!” Josh demanded.

A chorus of barking erupted around the room, most growly and low though with at least one high-pitched yap from an excitable boy on the periphery.

“Good Huskies!”

Josh reached into his pocket, pulling out a thumb-sized remote with a purple diode that began to glow as he pressed it. A familiar fog descended in the minds of every member of the Huskies as an inaudible hum filled the room.

“Now, I hope you’ve followed the rules and been keeping your fuzzy sacks nice and full for the game. We need you dogs ready to blow. That’s your edge out there.” Josh lowered his tone to a smug aside, “Well, that and a protein shake that undetectably destabilises your DNA… speaking of which – time to mosh, Huskies!”

In a flurry of sprouting fur and lengthening tails, all eleven brawny boys pounced over and under each other, pawing and play-fighting until the growls began to overtake the yipping and barking.

Josh checked his wristwatch and reached into his pocket again, pulling out a small spray bottle and pumping the nozzle a few times. Eleven male dogs, all brimming with testosterone and full of lust, began sniffing at the air as the spray diffused. Each one of their groins predictably inflated in response to the recently collected essence of a bitch in heat, fuelling the changes faster and injecting a primal hostility into their play. They nipped and snapped, closing broad fanged muzzles around each other’s necks. Some of the larger boys began to hump others, asserting their dominance as their hard bulges pressed and leaked into the furry flanks and hind quarters of their bottom-pups. A few of the weaker boys allowed themselves to fall belly to the floor and accept their position in the pack, while others shook off the show of power and snarled in anger.

After only six minutes or so, the stocky frame of every jock boy had twisted into a colourful range of fuzzy-furred husky dogs, curly tails swishing with excitement. At the top of the pack, broad-chested with an imposing ruff topcoat of pied dark to light fur, mere shreds of impractical blue fabric hanging from his hind quarters, stood Riley. On all fours, the powerful pulse of his dog cock was clear to see as it swung beneath him while he placed a heavy paw on Chase’s furry neck beneath him, holding the lesser dog to the floor. The other boys had seemingly submitted to the enthralling musk radiating from Riley’s scent glands, as they sat panting and watching their new alpha atop his conquest.

“Impressive, Barker. Just like Striger…” Josh muttered, watching the triumphant canine claim victory. “Now, all of you…”

The mosh of husky dogs conceded their attention.

“HEEL!”

Immediately, the dogs began to shift back toward an approximate human form – returning to their bipedal stance as they traced their way past the others and back to their individual lockers, Riley included. As if in a trance, every boy began getting their sports gear on with unrivalled efficiency – some struggling for a passing moment as they had gotten ahead of their reverse transformation. Within the minute, an ordered line of well-trained Heathville Huskies stood ready to march out and onto the field in tandem, only a few sparse patches of bristling fur and their primal zeal to betray their secret.

At Josh’s command, Riley led his Husky boys through the players’ tunnel, the bulbous tail bulge at the seat of his pants only just receding as he stepped out into the sun and the noise of the crowd.

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Present

He was unsure whether it was the brief taste of dry-humping Anya before his shower or those strange memories of meeting his fellow Huskies players for the first time, which seemed to leave his mind as quickly as they barged in – like a half-real daydream. But whatever it was, he was sure that his straining dick demanded to fuck that female. NOW.

Still unclothed and a little damp, Riley rushed from the bathroom and down the stairs – nearly doubling forward with the pangs of pleasure that his heavy dick conjured as it bounced with each descending step.

He thrust into the bedroom and hungrily eyed up the female, dressed only in thin lacy lingerie.

As Anya met his stare, her brow creased with confusion at his vigorous entrance and furrowed further as she tracked down to look at his pulsing red penis.

“Riley? What the fuck have you done to yourself?!”

The jock boy didn’t break his ravenous fixation, instead allowing his tongue to fall panting from his mouth as his newly canine cock drooled desire from its pointed tip – the angle and motion of his pent-up shaft flinging sticky ribbons of pre over itself and the carpet.

Seeing the jock boy’s primal expression and the malformed animal dick salivating at his groin, Anya moved to the far end of the bed, clutching the sheets and pulling them tight to cover herself.

“Riley, you’re scaring me…”

The jock boy’s dog desires didn’t take kindly to the female covering her flesh out of sight. He stalked forward to the end of the bed, canine teeth lengthening to poke visibly from his open maw, like fangs. Leaning down slightly, he placed his balled-up fists onto the bed and cocked his leg to chamber up. As he did, a bushy half-length black and white tail curled out from the base of his spine and wagged to the opposite side, as if helping him balance.

“Is that a… a tail?! What’s happening to you?” Anya trembled, visibly shaken.

Riley the dog jock paused in a hunched forward stance, his lengthening tail swishing side to side in time with the gears clunking round in his foggy head. His eyelids drooped a little from their frighteningly peeled open state.

“Anya?” The boy spoke groggily, still poised like an animal ready to pounce.

“Riley? Are you…?”

“I feel weird. But weirdly… kind of familiar.”

“Okay…” Anya stayed clenched under the sheets, sidled up against the headboard. “Can you stop doing that please?”

“What?” Riley spoke sincerely, concern clear in his expression.

“Your dick… and… your tail…”

“Huh?” Still ready to pounce, Riley pulled his eyes from his worried partner and surveyed himself – looking down first to see his pulsing dog dick, shiny along its length with lustful precum and still leaking more with every involuntary bounce.

At first, he just looked silently – watching for the space of four or five twitching waggles. Then his nostrils flared, and he looked away at the wall in disgust.

“What the fuck…”

He became aware of his stance, leg cocked up in mid-climb onto the bed and fists balled, torso leaning forward. He straightened up and unclenched his hands with some difficulty, flexing his fingers.

“What the fuck was I doing?”

Anya loosened her grip on the sheets, looking at the confused jock boy with pity now.

“Anya! What the fuck was I going to do?!”

She took a deep breath and sighed, unsure how to respond. Riley snapped, a growl escaping his fanged mouth.

“Ghhhrrrgg – answer me!”

“I don’t know!”

“Just tell me!”

“I honestly don’t know!” Anya’s voice became more shrill, “now will you please stop standing there like that! Just sit down or something!”

Immediately, Riley’s conscious thoughts began to fizzle out again as he locked onto one word Anya had said. He lowered himself to the carpet, placing his fists neatly in front of him and pulling his back up straight and proud – his confusion melting away into a warm obedience that kept him still and panting. Waiting for Anya to speak again.

She moved from her cowering position near the headboard and crawled to the edge of the bed to get a good look at Riley’s posture. He was sat like a perfectly trained show dog, tail wagging across the carpet happily as he stared at her. Though, he was clearly less than cognizant again. Anya’s eyes tracked down in curious thought.

“Good… boy?” she tested, smiling as Riley’s tail wagged faster. “Wow… I definitely prefer this to the wild version. You’re so well trained!”

Riley simply panted, wagging so hard at the sound of praise it shook his whole muscly frame. Anya couldn’t help but swoon over the cute jock dog now hanging on her every word.

“Such a good boy! Or… a good dog?”

“Wrrf!” The boy barked under his breath – as if knowing he hadn’t gotten permission to bark properly but unable to hold back verbalising his excitement.

“Aww! Was that a little ‘woof’? I want to hear it again!”

Riley wagged and leaned forward in anticipation.

“Riley… speak!”

“Wr-ARF!” He announced, louder than before and then obediently snapping his mouth shut again – sharp canine teeth poking out from his lips.

Anya stopped in awe, processing what she was confronted with. She climbed from the bed and stood leaning against a wall in deep thought. Her boyfriend was obeying orders like a well-trained dog. Many women would kill for this sort of power dynamic, and she couldn’t deny she loved seeing Riley like this, but that didn’t explain his teeth… his weird-looking dick and… that tail! She glanced at him wagging it, sat on the ground staring obediently at her.

Meanwhile, Riley was still locked inside the confusing fog that had descended further into his mind as he obeyed Anya’s commands – though he couldn’t help his eyes drifting toward the female’s bare flesh. Her breasts. Her thin panties… the only thing stopping him. His dick hadn’t been soft or still for so long and a damp patch had collected under his now fur-peppered ball sack on the carpet. He felt his groin twitch, hips trembling. He hadn’t heard any commands in ages. And he was a good boy. The only thing commanding him now was the swelling need rumbling up his shaft. His hips bucked. He sprang from his sitting position, pouncing toward the female.

There was no time to react before Anya was pinned against the bedroom wall, Riley licking her affectionately and desperately thrusting his rigid wet dog dick against her warm skin.

“Grrrgh-ruff!”

“Riley! Stop it! We need to – mmf!”

Anya’s words were cut short by the dog boy beginning to lap at her mouth with his steadily lengthening tongue. Riley’s face stretching slightly into a snout-like shape, his nostrils flared and angled forward, blackening to form a leathery dog nose – great for sniffing out the arousal of his female. He knew she was enjoying this! The smell encouraged Riley’s hips to thrust harder as Anya managed to free her face from his licking.

“Damn it Riley! Are you in there?”

He was. But buried so deep beneath the canine lust that puppeteered his desperate thrusting, that it didn’t matter. The dog jock descended, sniffing and licking across his female’s flesh all the way down to her groin. The smell was overpowering and painted vivid images that he could almost feel, causing his cock to spasm while he pressed his short snout harder against Anya’s panties. His dog tongue could taste her wetness as he lapped at her through the fabric. He needed to get in there. Needed to lick at her opening to get her ready. Needed to mount her.

Riley began to claw at the fabric blocking him from his prize. It should be easy, just grab and pull. For some reason, he couldn’t get a hold of anything. Couldn’t grasp. For the greater good, he reluctantly pulled his sniffing nose away to get a look at the problem. Flexing his wrists, the doggy fog in Riley’s mind wouldn’t quite let him decode the issue. Everything seemed fine as he beheld his fluffy dark-clawed and clumsy paws. His thumbs and fingers having stiffened and scrunched together; the bottom of his paws had tough pads for walking on all fours. That made sense, didn’t it? He began pawing at Anya’s underwear again, soon leaning his muzzle in to nip at the fabric and try to pull it down with his teeth.

Anya looked down at the frenzied dog boy that had been her human boyfriend only half an hour ago.

“Riley… that hurts…” She moaned, having trouble denying how hot she found it to have this desperate dog trying to claw and bite his way into her pants. “Your paws… it’s getting worse Riley – you need to…”

Her protest melted into moans of pleasure once more, but the thought remained. If Riley now only had paws – how long was it until he was just a dog? As much as she was loving feeling of the animal lapping between her thighs – she didn’t want to fuck an actual dog OR lose her boyfriend to… whatever was happening.

Riley’s snout burrowed deeper against her clothed clitoris, driving her wild as he sniffed up her scent.

But this had to stop! She took a sharp breath.

“Riley – DOWN boy!”

The pawing stopped immediately, though the invasive sniffing took longer.

Riley felt a great compulsion in his mind, even stronger than the overflowing need that had built up, spasming in his groin. He was forced to the floor, onto his belly. He looked up like a scolded dog from his submissive position, his paws splayed out next to his head – pads to the carpet. But no matter how hard he tried to comply, he could not prevent his hips pumping – rubbing his painfully hard red rocket into the carpet while his curly tail bashed left and right atop his bucking behind.

“Sorry, Riley…” Anya started plaintively.

A few more burning thrusts into the friction of the floor was all it took. Riley felt his knot balloon and pop from within the sheath that had held it back – his full throbbing cock now ramming into the rough carpet threads. He spasmed. With pressure. He couldn’t stop. He wanted to be still for his owner, but it was too much. He gave up, letting his hips vibrate his twitching shaft to climax as his tail tensed hard. Breath held; his sack tightened and…

Release. “WRROOOFF! Arrruff… arf… wrfff.”

Jet after jet of hot dog cum spurted from his raging tip as he barked and humped the ground, sticky and wet on the carpet.

Anya looked at him with blushing pity.

“Did you just… Riley, did you just cum from fucking the floor?”

The dog jock raised himself onto his padded paws and knees, stretching out the jaw of his short snout and looking through his arms to see his still-erect dog dick dribbling the last of his lust onto the ruined carpet.

“Wrrf– Yeah. I think I did…”

“Brought you back to your senses though I’m guessing…?” Anya asked, checking for confirmation as much as observing the renewed humanity behind her boyfriend’s eyes.

“Uhh…” Riley stalled with a quiver in his voice as he straightened up to examine his body. “Depends – do I actually have paws, and a tail and… – “

“…A hard red dog dick, yeah.” Anya confirmed, watching it persist at his waist.

“Then yeah. I’m back… to my senses at least…”

“Speaking of ‘at least’, that half-muzzle actually suits you, Barker!”

Riley’s eyes grew wide as his paws shot up to pointlessly pad around at his squat snout. He stretched it wide and licked his sharp fangs, looking like a dog that had just finished a delicious bowl of kibble.

“So cute!” Anya squealed, prompting a few fluffy flourishes from the dog jock’s recently subdued tail. “Riley! Stop! I can’t take it – I’m gonna have to give you belly rubs!”

“I don’t…” Riley paused, wincing with effort, “I don’t think I can stop it…”

The tail found its rhythm.

“Aww, who’s a good boy?” Anya reached for Riley’s faintly furred muzzle-cheek and gave a little scritch.

“Anya – oh wrrff – “

Riley tilted his head into the petting, tail thudding faster back and forth and paws curling limp at his chest as he naturally adopted a submissive begging pose, in the subconscious hope that the attention would never cease.

“Good boy, Riley” Anya giggled, scratching faster and watching his tail match her pace.

“Wrooff!” the dog boy instinctively barked in pleasure, his muzzle shooting forward another half-inch as he did, wiry whiskers now poking from either side.

Anya withdrew her hand.

“Oh no…” She lowered her voice to a serious hum.

Riley’s tail reluctantly shook to a standstill.

“Wrf-what?”

“Your muzzle just got longer; can’t you feel it?”

“Arru-no… but it’s… rrgg-a bit rr-harder to talk…”

“Not surprised – it’s basically full length now…”

Riley looked cross-eyed at the wet black nose he’d been burying into Anya’s panties, his slowly softening dick twitching at the memory.

He whined, thoughts turning to the Huskies’ next game tomorrow afternoon.

“Anya… hrr-how the fuck am I grr-oing to play rrike this tomorrow-rff?”

“Um. You could be the mascot?”

“Anya…”

“Sorry. Just not sure what to say – I mean, those paws are definitely a barrier…”

“Yeah… I ruff – think we need to grr-go see Josh.”

“Riley, it’s late. Can’t you just sleep on…”

“Ghhhrrg – Now… please?”

“Okay.” Anya stopped, noting the distress in Riley’s gravelly voice – but still couldn’t prevent the urge to poke fun at the naked half-dog boy. “I’ll drive.”

“So, I’m honestly sorry for barging in so late…” Anya trailed off, with a forced conciliatory grimace that wasn’t quite able to veil her suspicions. The purple and white tracksuit-clad man in front of her surely had something to do with her boyfriend’s pup-like predicament.

Josh shrugged with a calm smirk, like people barge into his apartment after midnight, every night.

“Is there any reason…”

“…for why he’s looking like such a good boy?” Josh interrupted, playing down his sinister lack of surprise with a mischievous giggle.

They both studied Riley for a moment. The muscly jock stood in Josh’s amber-lit open-plan apartment, long toothy muzzle protruding from his otherwise human head, and panting out of habit. His forearms finished with stiff paws and he looked uncomfortable having chosen, for once, to wear something other than shorts. Turns out his jeans didn’t have nearly enough stretch to accommodate his claustrophobic tail – and worse, a fleshy-dog-dick-encasing sheath that now climbed up his abdomen well-beyond the border of his waistband.

“Sorry – does this seem normal to you?” Anya screwed her up her face in accusation toward Josh.

“Hmm – no! No… not at all…” Josh murmured, as if to stall while he processed the sight, before approaching Riley and reaching out for the boy’s loose white shirt.

“Let’s see…” Josh continued in contemplation, quickly lifting Riley’s shirt aloft to reveal his cosy-looking fuzzy grey sheath, cock hidden within its shadowy warmth.

“Do you mind!?” Anya shouted in shock.

“Does he?” Josh retorted, motioning toward Riley – who merely panted, a conspicuous rustling starting at the seat of his jeans.

“Riley?” Anya shot a glare at the silent jock.

“Wrrf? What?”

“What do you mean ‘woof what’?!” Anya’s face flushed red as Josh rolled his eyes.

“I think he probably means – you know – what’s the sense in hiding it? It’s not a stretch to imagine his whole body is being affected and, if I’m going to help, I need to know the extent of it.”

“Rr-ee? He can rff-help us. I told arff-you.” Riley carefully maneuvered his muzzle to speak somewhat comprehensibly.

Anya, face still aflame with mistrust, eyed both men up.

“Fine. But why even is it that you can help? Why isn’t this weird to you, Josh?”

“Oh, trust me – it is… I mean, this is very concerning. Mr Barker is our star on the pitch and he clearly can’t even catch a ball with those paws, let alone pass for human.” Josh sincerely stated his worries.

“No, I mean…”

Anya had only just begun as Josh pointedly raised his voice to speak over her.

“Not to mention the fact that – ! Wait… let me just check… Chase?! Here boy!”

Only a moment later, Riley’s tanky blonde teammate and owner of the muscly leg he’d so enjoyed humping on his first day in the changing rooms, scurried round a corner – skidding to a halt at Josh’s side.

“Sir?”

“Chase – check Mr Barker here will you… that he hasn’t broken the rules? Go on boy.”

To Anya’s giddy disdain, the jock dropped to his knees and began sniffing up against Riley’s crotch, a slight bulge growing to meet his nose. Using one of the hands that had stayed rigidly by his flank until that point, Chase also lifted Riley’s shirt and sniffed around the exit of his fuzzy sheath, prompting a pointed red tip to emerge.

“Urgh – I don’t know if I can watch this… Riley, aren’t you going to do something?”

“He can’t help it, Mrs Barker – he’s got a dog’s dick after all.”

Josh boredly consoled her, tapping his foot as he waited for the conclusion of Chase’s investigation. Riley simply stared into his partner’s eyes with apologetic resignation, his red dick climbing further for Chase to inspect.

Finally, the blonde boy stood up once more – now tenting his own sweatpants but doing nothing to hide it – and delivered his verdict.

“Riley has emptied his balls, Sir. Within the last three hours.”

Josh looked horrified – the most sincere emotion he had yet displayed seething across his face.

“Unbelievable! You know the rules, Barker! Keep your sack full before the game! And it’s tomorrow! Bad dog!”

Riley slumped his gaze downward, letting a deep long whine rumble up his neck and escape at the corners of his muzzle.

“Okay – what the fuck is going on here?” Anya intervened, to no response. “Riley?”

The half-dog jock continued to whine, the tail bulge in his trousers becoming less noticeable as it strained to tremble between his legs.

“You?” Anya shot daggers at Josh. “And by the way, I’m not Mrs Barker, yet… – my name is Anya.”

Josh let his sense of betrayal subside for long enough to respond.

“I don’t care what your name is – I suppose you are the reason my prize player has an empty ball sack?!”

“No, actually! – he’s become so messed up by whatever weird shit you’re into at that gym that he just fucked the carpet!”

“I see… Chase – go get the room ready.” Josh waved the blonde jock away.

“And is that one of Riley’s teammates? Why is he here? Do they live with you on some kind of slavery rota?” Anya began pointing and stuttering as she spoke, overwhelmed by the situation.

“Come on now… don’t you think you’re causing a scene?”

“Causing what? You! You’re the…” Anya’s voice faltered as she allowed herself to crumple to her knees.

“I know” Josh began, kneeling to place a hand on Anya’s shoulder. “It’s stressful sharing your boyfriend with his career… but I’m going to fix this. I want you both to stay the night.”

Anya looked up in horror, tears welling in her eyes.

“No… we can’t, because we have to…”

“I insist. You live over two hours away. It’s gone midnight. He can’t drive with those paws… and I think you need some rest and recovery.” Josh sold the logic with a flimsy smile, reaching into his pocket and pressing a purple-glowing remote.

Unable to muster any more words, Anya simply rose to her feet and allowed the purple and white-wearing man to guide her through to a room with a city lights-view, dutifully prepared and pillow fluffed by Chase. Riley joined her in short order and gave his best reassuring wruff.

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The next morning…

Anya awoke groggily, like the weight of last night’s weirdness had crushed any restful dreams she may have otherwise had. Her mind felt foggy and she struggled to unclench her hand to reach for her phone – usually a surefire lifeline for dispelling morning fatigue. She lifted herself from the bed, taking a moment longer to notice that the sheets were clawed and torn, while Riley was nowhere to be found – aside from some fur he had presumably shed during the night. Anya’s mind rallied enough to shudder at the thought of being in Josh’s apartment without Riley nearby. She knelt down where Riley’s body had been all night and took a deep sniff into the musky sheets. She loved his smell.

Keeping only her pyjamas on, provided complements of Chase, she cracked the door open and made her way to drift down the corridor toward a tempting sizzling sound.

Turning the corner into the kitchen, she was met with the smell of bacon frying – Josh at the hob – and worryingly, both Riley and Chase sat at the base of the breakfast bar like dogs obediently waiting for a treat. Riley didn’t even have any bottoms on – his wagging tail having pushed his boxers down to reveal his faintly furred butt cheeks. He looked like even more of a dog than when they’d arrived last night! Chase, too, had taken on some doggish features overnight – or perhaps while playing ruff and tumble with Riley this morning?

“Josh! Wuuh…” Anya began, fumbling over her words when they didn’t come to her as easily as she would normally expect. “W- what have you done to them?”

“Morning, girl! Oh, these good boys? Well, I’m just about to feed them, but that’s really it. You want some?”              Josh responded in a chipper tone.

Anya looked confused at being called ‘girl’. She carefully formed her mouth to shoot back in anger but found herself drooling at the prospect of fried bacon instead.

“Oh, look boys! She does want some tasty bacon!” Josh pranced over, placing a bowl on the floor at Anya’s feet – then balancing three fresh crispy rashers on a spatula and dropping them into it. “Here you go girl, eat up.”

The stunned woman scrunched her face up, searching her juddering mind for the exact emotion she felt at his actions.

It began with an ‘h’.

Then a ‘u’.

“Hu – “ she made the sound of the first two letters aloud.

“Humiliated?” Josh grinned.

No. ‘Hungry’, Anya thought – as she lowered herself to her hands and knees and grabbed a rasher with her teeth.

“Good girl!”

It wasn’t until the bacon was devoured and the bowl licked clean of any leftover residue that Anya moved back to sit on the floor, holding her head.

“Feels weird, doesn’t it?” Josh taunted, kneeling in front of her as he petted her boyfriend’s muzzle in both hands.

“Huh?”

“Having your thoughts stolen away. Replaced… With dog thoughts.”

“Yeah?” Anya puzzled in confirmation.

“I always wondered whether they got it right… you know? With the conditioning signal. Is it actually the sort of stuff that a dog thinks about?”

Anya tilted her head and licked her lips, letting her tongue loll over her lower jaw shortly after.

“Hmm. Seems to work well enough though, eh?”

Josh got back up, leaving Riley to affectionately lick at Anya’s vacant face, before continuing his monologue.

“It would have been easy by the way – to ‘fix’ your boyfriend. We go through this same thing before every game – get the boys all worked up, let them transform into a bunch of horny musky dogs, then a quick simple command and voila! They are human again in an instant! Completely human. But completely obedient. And full of primal energy ready to tear the competition apart on the playing field. It’s genius.”

Anya’s mind sparked back into action as she slowly deciphered the bacon man’s words.

“…Command?” she managed to say.

“Oh no – no – no, doggy! I’m not going to say it – because I need to make the most of your boyfriend’s instincts ahead of this afternoon’s game… And just because it’s your fault he… what was it? Fucked the carpet? Well, because you let him waste his cum – I’ve managed to think of a way you can help to make amends!”

“No… won’t…” Anya protested, confused at her own speech. “Not going to… help you!”

“Doubt you’ll have any concept of how you’re helping anyway… soon enough. That bacon was delicious, right girl? Same great stuff as the Clawed Paw Fitness protein blend – super concentrated in fact.”

Josh smiled, patting her on the head and then clicking his fingers to get the two male dogs’ attention.

Riley and Chase bounded over in response to their master’s summon, studying his face for further instruction before their noses began to twitch and their thoughts flickered to the faint but familiar scent now wafting through the room. They turned to look at Anya, licking their long tongues over their wet black noses hungrily.

Anya stared into their eyes and felt some pang of a horrid memory in her head. She traced back to the previous night and those initial feelings of fear when Riley had been ready to pounce on her – but her quashed humanity couldn’t sustain the complex emotions behind such an event, her dog brain choosing instead to focus on the adjacent memory of a ravenous, musky dog boy lapping at her panties and massaging her labia with his eager snout. She felt herself become wet at the thought, panting harder without even thinking.

Patches of fur started at her extremities, her elbows, heels, along the ridge of her jawbone beneath her ears as they ascended and grew a coating of fuzz at their peaks. Her muzzle scooped up her drooping flat tongue as it grew, offering a much better fit that still didn’t dissuade her from panting. She felt weird and had just enough awareness left to attempt to take action – raising to her feet and quickly toppling back down onto all fours as her hips shifted to a quadrupedal shape. She looked up, her neck now thicker and better adapted to view things from this four-legged stance, then quickly looked back down – sniffing at her hands as if to diagnose the strange sensation of stiffening numbness that overcame them. Her fingers shrank and fused, thumbs retreating up the sides of her thin wrists.

Her hind quarters were now trim enough that her clothing fell loose – Anya herself struggling in a fluffy frenzy to paw off the pyjama top that still clung to her barrel-shaped chest, revealing parallel rows of engorged canine breasts along her underbelly. Now feeling her new body fizzing with compliance and instinct in equal measure, Anya tried her best to vocalise the vestiges of her humanity as her tail tingled and tugged from the base of her spine to begin wagging and wafting the scent of her sex through the air.

“Waff!”

“Hope she didn’t give you a hard time about being a pup back home Riley – considering she honestly didn’t do any better than you! Looks like she’ll make a fantastic bitch.” Josh summarised.

Chase moved toward the female first, inquisitively making his way around to her rump – still on his human hands and knees, but a keen dog nose pointing the way. He sniffed – fur peppering further along a rapidly stretching muzzle as he did. Her scent was thick, easily fuelling the transformation. Chase reared up and moved to place his hands onto Anya’s back – both quickly becoming padded paws as he drank in her smell again.

“Oh, look at that. This is perfect.” Josh marvelled.

“Ghhrggh-roff!!”

Riley growled out his disapproval and sprang forward, lunging and snapping at Chase’s neck as the blonde husky whined and fell backward – belly-up in submission.

“R-ARF!”

The territorial dog jock added an intimidating guttural bark to make his point and, satisfied with the blonde dog boy’s show of deference, turned to his girlfriend – though she was now a simple, brown-dappled husky dog. He craned his muzzle in closer to her behind, sniffing fast and deeply as her tail batted his face. Every hint of her essence sent electric jolts through his snout and shot down to his groin – pumping up his arousal to a frenzied lust in seconds. His dog dick had already emerged before he ever set his pads near the female, but now it was swollen and tight in his sheath – knot begging to burst out into the cool air.

Riley ran his flat, slobbering tongue up the length of Anya’s enticingly moist opening – also swollen with canine desire. He could taste her heat and pawed at his own muzzle, as if the close-up sensation was simply too overwhelming for a newly minted dog boy such as himself. His hips disagreed, bucking and scrabbling to force his dick closer to the warmth of Anya’s embrace. He was caught in a battle between his powerful nose and his dog cock, both wanting to bathe themselves in the source of the heavenly lustful smell. Anya’s tail wafted once more, allowing his nose to temporarily win out. He licked out every drop of Anya’s intoxicating juices, while his body morphed further and faster.

The husky boy’s arms erupted all over with thick fur, covering his shoulders as they rotated and locked into the perfect position for walking on all fours, digging and mounting things. His ears shot to the top of his dark-haired head, pointed and alert. His legs shifted to better accommodate the pneumatic humping motions his mind demanded as he saw Anya cock her tail to the side and arch her back, sensually still and ready to receive him.

“Wrrf – wrf – rrr-arrf!”

Riley barked out in between panting as he finally mounted his bitch – driving his dog dick deep inside her and pounding out his pleasure. Faster. Harder. Further. Until finally, with a concerted effort and trembling legs – he drove his ballooning knot past her tight swollen opening and massaged her inside walls with every inch of his maleness. His ardour built, crashing from synapse to synapse – entire clusters of once-human grey matter now aflame in dedication to the canine cause of driving himself to fuck and finish inside this beautiful bitch. He was entirely a dog, in body and mind. He could feel his furry sack tightening and ready to release his seed – hot cum collecting in the base of his shaft, ready for the peristaltic bliss of the breathless, drilling orgasm he would soon…

“Stop it – DOWN! That’s enough boy – come on!” Josh interrupted, not wanting Riley to waste another thick load before the game, now only an hour or so away.

Riley’s dog brain fought to continue thrusting, his lust still peaking – his dick howling for climax and thoroughly stuck inside Anya’s rump. But he couldn’t disobey. The signal. The sound of his master’s voice. The obedience now baked into his DNA. He slowed his thrusts, whining and reeling as he struggled to get a hold of his panting breaths. The smell of his and Anya’s thwarted pleasure still hanging thick in the air, he came to a stop and looked pitifully up at his master, silently pleading to continue.

“Now – SIT!”

Riley obeyed, his trapped knot also dragging Anya’s haunches to the floor in front of him as he did. Being buried in her, but unable to act on his instincts – trapped behind an impenetrable wall of conditioned compliance – was torture.

“Good dog, Riley. STAY.” Josh gave him a quick pat on the head – a welcome consolation, before moving to lock eyes with Anya. “And you, Anya – have exceeded my expectations. Even better than that bitch Heather – but between the two of you, I think you’ll keep our Huskies at the very top of their game.”

Anya whimpered – somewhere between frustration that she hadn’t felt the final spasming bursts of Riley’s puppy juice fill her, and the realisation of Josh’s smiling words warping and stamping out the last few hints of her humanity buried deeply within.

“Right then. We’re going to be late for the game at this rate. Chase. Riley… HEEL!”

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Four weeks later…

Riley, Anya and Chase chattered excitedly in a trio, standing near the entrance door inside the home team changing room. The Huskies were on fire, as usual – and the semifinals were upon them, though none of the boys seemed concerned. The other nine jocks were all immersed in their pre-game rituals – fiddling with helmet straps, getting a final shot of protein in, being naked and sweaty in each other’s company – the usual. Riley gave Anya a loving peck on the lips, and Chase a firm pat on the back, before going to check on his pack of teammates. He moved around the room, sniffing each of them as he had done over five weeks ago when he first joined – though each boy more readily presented themselves for his searching nose to inspect, knowing by scent that their leader was nearby. A few human words were shared, but for the most part – there was no need.

Just as Riley completed his rounds with a final sniff of Raymond’s musky pits, a familiar scent caught his attention – the signature purple-white tracksuit appearing through the door moments after.

All of the boys turned in unison to acknowledge their master, Anya also dipping her head in deference, as Josh stood surveying them – his ex-colleague Heather silently stood next to him, tethered to his hand by a purple leash.

“Carry on, boys! Game isn’t for another half hour, so the pre-match warmup can wait…” Josh reassured them, prompting continued fiddling with their kit and, in some cases, each other.

Only seconds later, the fuzz on the back of Riley’s neck stood static as the atmosphere shifted. Every other boy, Chase included – suddenly and without warning – adopted a hunched shrinking stance, their noses anxiously twitching and their butt-cheeks clenched nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Riley asked, directing the question to Chase with a growl as his initial question met with silence. “Grrghgrf – I said what’s wrong?!”

“Your nose not working or something, Riley?” Chase whimpered, now trembling.

Riley aimed his nose in the air and drank in the surrounding smells.

Master Josh and his human stink… damp tiles… deodorant… Anya… and her wetness, almost ripe…

Riley’s nose blackened as arousing images swam in his mind. He sniffed again.

Protein shake… some snacks… urgh – the bin… mm-rrrff ten musky jock boys… wait… he sniffed again… this time counting their individual scents…

…seven, eight… with Raymond and… Chase… makes… eleven – who is that smell coming from?

Josh had been watching the cowering display of Riley’s pack, and enjoying the theatre of Riley’s slow realisation that someone else was fast approaching.

“You noticed it, Barker?” Josh prodded.

“Wrrff—gggrrrrggh – who-rrf is that?!” Riley growled instinctively at the hostile scent as it grew stronger in his nose, making his stomach flip and turn.

Josh grinned mischievously.

“Your predecessor. And I can’t wait to see what happens.”

The smell reached a tipping point, peppery and offensive in Riley’s nostrils. He quickly fixed his glare to the entrance door as it swung open – slamming the wall tiles forcefully.

Towering at least 5 inches taller than Riley, in the doorway stood Alfie Striger – previously unstoppable and infamous team captain of the Heathville Huskies. He had a piercing stare and a resting snarl that made Riley hunch forward instinctively at the sight.

“Alf! Good to see you’ve recovered. I trust the Clawed Paw Fitness physios gave you their best?”

“Josh.”

Striger acknowledged the Manager with only a single syllable and a respectful nod, before locking fierce eyes back on the only boy who hadn’t fully taken to cowering like a wounded pup.

“This the little mutt you brought in to replace me?”

“Al – fred! Come on now. Riley here has done a fantastic job in your absence. Now, I’m hoping you boys can sort out who’s who nice and quick so we can get on with winning the game today. Will that be possible?” Josh queried, knowing full well the two alpha males would need to settle their places in the pack.

“O’course. Won’t take long.” Striger cut an intimidating stride toward Riley and arrived looking down at him from his higher vantage point. “I saw you play, Barker. Good games. And good name too, heh. So, what’re we going to do about this, hmm boy?”

Riley winced at the smell of Striger’s breath and the sound of his words grating in his ears. Worse was the smell radiating from beneath his clothes, intense and suffocating as it entered Riley’s sensitive leathery nose. The more he sniffed, the more confused he was. Normally he could easily tell what to do from the scents he picked up – whether to fight, dominate, fuck… but this was different. He sniffed again, tentatively. It was either… growl or submit. He didn’t know which. But the strength of it left him with no doubt. He would have to choose.

The smaller jock boy squared up to his monolithic rival and tried to put aside the novelty of this celebrity moment – imposing as he was, Striger was Riley’s favourite player in the Huskies for all the time he’d been watching them play.

He raised his eyes to meet Striger’s heavy-browed sneering glare and made his choice – muzzle beginning to push out as he curled his lips into a fanged snarl.

“Gggrrggghrrrr-roff!” Riley began, a hearty growl rumbling up his throat.

“GWRUFF!!”

Riley immediately recoiled, his raised hackles diminishing as he instinctively shrunk himself to make for a smaller target. He couldn’t stand up to the overpowering musk and deep thudding bark of this hell-hound Husky.

Striger let his aggression dip, maintaining a bellicose aura, even as he grabbed the smaller jock around the neck as a sign of accepting his swift surrender.

“Good boy, Riley – you’ll make a decent sub-Captain.” Striger announced.

“Emphasis on ‘sub’, by the looks of it!” Josh playfully added.

Riley felt humiliated, stuck somewhere between relief that Striger had seemingly accepted him and anger at his emasculation. At least he wasn’t nervously clenching his butt cheeks and whining like all the other boys. He looked across at Anya, her eyes damp with concern, and felt so small inside it hurt. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t let Anya see him like this. This wasn’t how it was going to go. He was the Captain. This was his pack. He built himself up internally – straightening his posture and feeling his muscles pump with a burning desire to challenge the bigger dog.

Striger’s expression turned wrathful once more, now baring his fangs fully for the first time as his own muzzle began to extend. It was massive, more like a wolf than a husky, but Riley stayed the course and moved to tackle his opponent – pushing off his back foot and slamming forward.

He stopped dead, like he had tried to tackle a thick metal girder. The larger dog jock wouldn’t budge.

Striger placed a firm hand on Riley’s shoulder and leaned down so that the warm breath falling from his blackened lips could be felt on the little dog’s face.

“I’m impressed, Barker. But I can tell you’re new to this – haven’t you noticed?”

The wolf-like dogman gently pushed Riley backward, though from his perspective it felt more like an inextricable force – something fundamental, acting to repel him. He tried to resist, tried to bat the hand off of his shoulder – but nothing worked, he was too weak. He couldn’t believe it. How could someone be this… dominant. His eyes widened with realisation as his black nose twitched.

“Looks like you’re getting it, boy.” Striger jeered, lifting his other arm to conspicuously scratch his muzzle – exposing his musky pit as he did.

Riley finally understood. It was Striger’s scent. That invasive smell that had permeated the whole changing room long before the… Captain ever even entered it. That’s why his teammates had been cowering. That’s why he felt rattled, wanting to growl or submit – like a fight or flight response. It was automatic. Triggering something deep inside his canine olfactory centre. He entertained the idea of trying again to fight the instincts holding his masculinity to ransom, but found any rage, anger or courage immediately began to melt under the intense heat of Striger’s overwhelming musk.

Nothing would help. No amount of denying it… or trying to understand it… or focusing on it… or nuzzling his muzzle under his Captain’s heavy ball sack… or… actually – that might help, he thought. Riley lowered himself to his knees, glancing nervously toward Anya as he knew what he was about to do.

Striger licked his fangs and unzipped his trousers, letting his ample bulge hang out in his boxer briefs. Riley’s nose locked on, followed shortly by his eyes. He blushed, gently pressing his snout to the Captain’s clothed sack and sniffing deeply. His eyes fluttered shut with a feeling of pure safety. He lowered his muzzle and tucked it between those brawny thighs, before looking up at Striger’s face with a buck of his head – the bridge of his canine nose now supporting the considerable weight of the Captain’s dick and balls.

Riley’s mind went blank – lost in the bliss of being dominated by the larger dog. He felt it. For the first time. No responsibility. No need to lead. No need to fight. Only to serve. And be kept safe. And obey. Whatever this scent told him to do. He knew he’d do it. He felt himself getting hard. How had he gone through his life so long without feeling… this?

“Good boy, Barker. Now, DOWN.” Striger stated, now with a gentle sort of authority – as he knew there’d be no more opposition.

Riley reluctantly let his nostrils slip free from the warmth of his Captain’s groin, falling to a submissive stance on the floor that, at least, mercifully hid his raging submissive hard-on.

“Riley – what the hell are you doing?!” Anya finally spoke, paralysed by the tension of the tussle between the two male dogs until now.

Riley just whined, brows curling with embarrassment. He looked to his Captain to respond for him.

“So, you’re Barker’s bitch, huh? Question you should be asking yourself is… what are you doing?”

“What… do you mean?” The corners of Anya’s eyes wrinkled with trepidation.

“Disrespectful for a bitch not to properly greet her new alpha, isn’t it?”

Alfie Striger turned to face Anya – bulge still breathing the air at his groin through his thin underwear.

She looked at her boyfriend as he cowered on the ground beneath the crushing intensity of Striger’s alpha scent. She steeled her courage and fully intended to storm over to this arrogant jock arsehole – slap him, give him a piece of her mind, tell him where to go, then pull her boyfriend to his feet and have both of them walk out of this weird canine jock-cult nightmare once and for all!

No sports career is worth this humiliation.

In reality, Anya walked toward the arrogant jock arsehole, feeling the full force of his musk – tangible and harsh against her face like she was walking against the airflow in a wind tunnel. She raised her hands to somehow shield herself, noticing that her fingers had fused into paws. Her hearing became more sensitive as her ears travelled upward – the sound of her quickening heartbeat chiming in time with the pulsing pleasure building inside her vagina. Moving closer, her tongue escaped from her mouth – her own latent muzzle extending to complement it. The very same moment her nose reached its full canine capacity, the dominant male scent became gale force – a blizzard of pleasure wracking her body and mind and pushing her down to all fours. She tried to stay focused, still advancing toward Striger’s bulging briefs – ironically willing herself to make a stand as she crawled.

I’m going to end this. I’ll slap this arrogant jock arsehole and… give him a piece… of… I’ll… slap… that bulge is so…. Ghrrhrff… got to… tell him where… to… put his enormous…? No! Grrrhghgruufff. Woof! Slap him… and give him a piece… of… my… pussy? Is that right?

She placed her nose under Striger’s sack, just as Riley had done half a minute earlier.

It’s so heavy… his balls are so full… of hot dog cum… Grrruff-hhrrruf! I want it. Wruff! I want it in me!

Her tail had torn through the rear of her skimpy shorts and thrashed around excitedly, cocking left and right to welcome this new, more powerful male. She wanted the best pups. And she could only get the best pups if she got the strongest dog to mount and fuck them into her. She needed him to breed her.

Anya raised herself onto her back legs, pawing at the boxer briefs concealing her prize and managing to hook a claw onto the waistband to pull it down. Striger’s beastly dick obliged her advances and snapped to an iron-hard 45-degree angle as she released it from its confines. The bitch wasted no time lapping at the underside of her stud’s shaft, desperate for his attention. She slobbered over his whole length, only stopping to drink in another rapturous whiff of his dominating scent. She could feel her hind quarters getting restless, her lower lips engorging with a convulsing need to be filled.

Tasting his sweet, stringy pre and feeling the first involuntary clench of his hard cock in her muzzle, Anya could wait no longer – she dropped to all fours and turned to present herself.

Riley’s nose tingled – a familiar scent filling it. He looked up from his submissive pose – seeing Anya enthralled, lust dripping from her mouth and rear for Striger’s puppies. He tried to be horrified, but he couldn’t be – he knew deep within that he was simply the weaker dog. That his Captain, his Alpha, deserved to breed this bitch. It didn’t stop his cock swelling and tensing against the hard tiles beneath, perhaps from the scent of heat – but maybe as much inflamed by the burning humiliation he felt at being a pathetic canine cuckold.

He took the risk to lift his head from the floor while his Alpha was still mid-fuck, not to challenge – but just out of some vestige of human curiosity that peeked through the veil of his all-consuming submission. He craned his head around the room, seeing his teammates all stood quietly at their lockers, appreciative at the opportunity to see how a real dog jock fucks. He saw Chase trying to covertly touch himself – rubbing a rapidly changing paw-hand over his tenting trousers. He looked back at Anya – his Anya – being railed by Alfie Striger and loving every monstrous leg-trembling moment of it.

She was so lucky, he thought.

Josh checked his watch – game time. He moved his hands into the position ready to clap. Mouth poised to give the command to…

“HEEL.”

~ END ~