#dog girl
Lynn stormed down the hallway, having finally mustered up the courage to confront her neighbor. She didn’t normally mind if one of the other tenants got a little noisy on occasion, but after a near twenty four hours straight of a dog barking, she was equal parts worried and pissed. Lynn breathed out heavily before rapping heavily on the door, expecting the girl who lived their to answer with her usual snarkiness, but instead there was a moment of silence, then a scuffling sound. She was worried for a moment that something was wrong, but a heavy thud against the door was followed by a voice.
“rrrufff… Rrhey it’s… R-R-Riley. Thank grrrod, I thought nobody was coming… Rufff!”
A voice somewhat like the usually agitating Riley called out from behind the door, but it sounded deeper, maybe a little raspy, and there was still that damn barking dog.
“Look, Riley, what is going on? Can’t you keep that damn dog quiet? It’s 3AM and me and the other tenants are-”
Riley cut Lynn off. “Grrr… Rufff, just… just open the door!”
Lynn frowned “What? Fine..” she reached out and grabbed the handle, it wasn’t locked. As she turned the knob the door opened with a suddenness that knocked Lynn to her feet. A large shape barreled out of the darkness and straddled her. It looked like a do but… It was huge and, it wasn’t a dog at all. Sure it had some dog-like features, but there was no mistaking that this was Riley. The Riley-Dog’s long tongue lapped across Lynn’s face and the pinned girl grunted and tried to push the other off of her.
Riley scampered away and Lynn swore that beneath the barking she heard a ‘thank you’ as the girl-creature ran down the stairs, breaking into a four legged stance as she hit the ground floor and disappearing out of sight. Lynn wiped the drool from her face, sighing as she eyed some shallow scratches on her lower arms. The smell of dog clung to the air drifting out the open apartment door, and Lynn shook her head in dismay at what she saw. All the furniture looked like it had been chewed up by an animal, and there were empty containers of food strewn all over the place. This was unlike Riley, she was always a bit of a clean freak from what Lynn had seen, but then again, whatever or whoever that thing that bolted out of the apartment was, it wasn’t any Riley she knew. Either way, the barking was finally over, and Lynn could finally get a few hours sleep before the sun rose, or so she thought.
Sleep did not come easily for Lynn, she had washed and bandaged her scratches earlier, but they ached and itched bad enough that she was tossing and turning for over an hour until her exhaustion finally overtook her.
The blaring of the alarm clock on Lynn’s nightstand woke her at an time a few hours shy of reasonable. It was only six in the morning, and two restless hours had done nothing but soured her already tenuous mood. Lynn swatted at the alarm, but she missed the off button. She fumbled around but it was as if she was wearing a catcher’s mitt, her hands felt clumsy and stiff. Lynn let out a frustrated growl and then barked angrily at the alarm. “Grrrr Stupid clock, I’m gonna brrrreak you! Rufff!”
Lynn hadn’t opened her eyes yet, dreading seeing the sun of daylight, but at the sound of the eerily familiar noise escaping her own lips, her eyes shot open. Lynn doubted this fact for a moment or two. Surly she was still asleep, it was the only thing that would explain the white fur poking through her bandages and the paw-like hands that had taken the place of her own. Lynn whimpered softly and she pushed herself into a sitting position with her… paws. She felt a pressure behind her get relieved and she let out a sigh, unaware that it had been caused by her tail being freed from beneath the weight of her body. The long black and white fluffed appendage swayed back and forth, and she felt it dully thwack against her pillow. She looked back and had no words.
It didn’t take too long for Lynn to connect the dots between the strange state of Riley’s appearance, and the sounds that had come from her apartment, it all made sense in a messed up way now. Whatever was happening to her, had also happened to Riley. Lynn scratched at her ears, which had grown to a pointed shape before dropping slightly, and were well on their way to short dog ears. She didn’t know what to do, it wasn’t very day that you turn into a dog person Ultimately she decided on checking Riley’s apartment for clues.
Riley’s scent hung in the air, and Lynn’s tail wagged at her notice of it. Lynn frowned and willed the unruly tail to stay still. As Lynn poked through the debris of Riley’s things, she felt a familiar itch on her upper arms and lower back, and could see white hairs growing in as she searched. It was getting hot in her apartment as the sun rose, and Lynn’s tongue occasionally dangled as she panted softly. Her face went red as she realized what she was doing and had to stop her more canine mannerisms again. By this point she had wasted a good deal of time, and she had for her efforts was some fur, and judging by the pointy shape she felt with her long tongue, some larger canine teeth as well. Lynn’s tail dropped between her legs when she saw the reflection of a girl who looked like she could be half collie in Riley’s broken mirror. Lynn whimpered, with no options left she calmed herself for a moment, and tried to focus in on her strangely acute sense of smell.
She felt like this was giving in to her more dog-like side, but It felt right to accept her strange new body. Lynn’s nose darkened and changed shape as she tried to harness it’s sniffing powers, and it didn’t take long for her face to push out into a slight muzzle. In moments she had picked up the scent enough to follow Riley’s outside and to head off in her general direction. If anyone knew what was going on it would be her, she just had to know…
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My half of an art trade with HumanimalZoo. Haven’t done a girl this furry before, but it was fun to morph DawnWillow There may be a futa version with a smuttier story eventually if I get around to it, if I do it will be up on tumblr later this week
The fake black spotted tail hung limply over the back of her shorts and she gave her round butt a shake to make it wag. It just didn’t have the same enthusiasm as a real tail. A dogs tail was supposed to wag enthusiastically, not flop about limply. She sighed, wishing it was a real tail, she would look so cute with a tail. She had to settle on making a little dog themed outfit, it was the closest she could come to being a dog. She took out a plastic headband with two floppy black and white ears and slipped it onto her head. She ruffled her hair until the ears poked out of it. They also looked cute, but they didn’t look real, not really. She pawed around in her bed stand drawer looking for her collar, she swore she had left it in here last time she wanted to play puppygirl. As she bent over to get a better look in the drawer she felt something odd. It felt like she was being tapped by something stiff and fluffy, it swatted her thigh a few times before topping.
She ignored the sensation once it stopped, unaware that as the fake tail was gaining heft and detail, it was also starting to stir, lightly wagging to and fro as it lifted up behind her. Within a few seconds it had gone from an obviously fake prop to a very realistic dogs tail. Small white hairs faded from it’s end onto her back and a light bit of white fur with black spots seemed to be growing outward from the base of the tail.
She continued to search the drawer but a car door closing from the neighbors yard made her ears twitch, but not her original ones, those seemed to have disappeared and the sound now caused her canine ears to move in the direction of the sound. She stifled a feeling in her chest that made her want to snap at the car and the only noise that came out was more a muted growl than anything. She shook her head, feeling a bit confused for a moment as odd instinctual thoughts fluttered in her consciousness. She scratched at her floppy ears in confusion.
She froze, the confusion she had felt the moment prior was gone, the air sucked out of the room and a cold chill made her sit upright with a frightened yelp. She slowly touched her ear… except the only ear she found… and felt was the black spotted dog ear. She pulled on it slightly, it didn’t feel attached to a hairband, it felt attached to her head. Her tail wagged with excitement at the prospect she actually had canine ears, like a real dog. She felt her tail whacking the pillow behind her and she looked over her shoulder to find a dalmatian’s tail happily wagging. She nearly shouted she was so excited, she had a real tail and ears and… and fur. Fur was growing… everywhere, all over her body the black and white hairs were sprouting, and her nose was starting to look darker and thicker.
She watched as her fingernails darkened and became pointed, hardening into small claws. She could feel her jaw stiffen as her canines lengthened. Her nose pushed out slightly giving her the barest hint of a muzzle and she had to struggle to remove her clothes as her body finished growing a coat of black spotted dalmatian fur.
She sat there with her shorts around her knees, shirt hanging loosely off of her chest, a smile on her face. She didn’t need toys to look like a cute doggygirl anymore, she really was one. She looked back toward her stand and something pointy and red caught her eye.
Well maybe there was one toy she still needed…
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Nothing hit the spot like a Nuka-Cola Quantum, didn’t matter if you were human, a dog, or somewhere in between as Monica found herself. It had been a rough week, constant attacks from raiders, her old vault suit got torn up when she was running through a hole in a chain link fence, and to make matters worse, she looked like this now. It wasn’t like she knew that this was going to happen, the old terminal she hacked into said it was a pre-war combat enhancement formula. Maybe if she had spent a little more time reading the notes she would have seen it was a combat enhancement for military dogs, not soldiers, but with the rads ticking away from the poorly shielded fusion reactor, she had little time to check the old notes on the busted up terminal.
At first she had felt great, it was an hour or so of what seemed like unlimited stamina. Then she started to feel hot, really hot, like a sudden fever in July hot. She stripped out of her torn up blue and gold jumpsuit as she looked for a place to stay. Eventually she found a burnt out house to hide in while she figured out what was happening. The air was dusty, and the floor was strewn with scraps of junk and loose papers. Monica sat on a ratty old couch that she was none to thrilled to feel against her nude skin. The uncomfortably worn fabric was of little concern to her, she was focused on the burning itch as fur grew up the small of her back. It was in a spot she couldn’t reach, and as Monica struggled to get some relief she felt the small hairy shape of her newly forming tail in her hand. She held it for a moment in disbelief, what had she injected herself with?
Monica was pacing back and forth in the shoddy apartment she was squatting in. The sun was shining through the hole where the roof once was, and the heat of it’s touch against her skin made her pant. Her face was red with shame, there was no way they would let her back into the compound now, she groaned as her hand brushed against a nipple that hadn’t been there before. Monica had no choice but to wait out whatever was happening to her, and she could only hope that she would still be mostly human.
It felt like ages, but by the time Monica left the apartment it had been over an hour. Fur like hair grew from Monica’s shoulders, neck, and back, trailing down until it reached her ass cheeks where a bushy dog’s tail lazily wagged. Two pointed and furred ears poked out of the top of her hair, and her slightly cool to the touch nose was now far darker and canine in shape. Monica had six breasts now, but they hadn’t really grown in size, they would be easily concealed, and if she wore a bandanna over her face and a hat, she might actually be able to pull off not being some sort of Dog-girl. That was assuming she could keep her bushy tail in her pants, it seemed to have a mind of it’s own. This also assumed she had pants, Monica remembered she had stripped off her torn up clothes before she found the building, but she couldn’t figure out where exactly. While looking for her lost clothes, she did happen upon a glowing blue light shining from under an overturned car. It took Monica a few moments, put she was eventually able to pry a relatively undamaged bottle of Quantum from under the car, and she quickly popped off the bottle cap, frowning as she realized she didn’t have pockets to put it in, and put the glass to her lips, savoring the sweet caffeinated taste of strontium and 18 fruit flavors, at least something was going right today.
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‘Who would actually name their dog latex?’ She thought, looking at the nameplate on the strange collar she had found. Something was strange about the collar, and she couldn’t quite figure out what… then it struck her. It was too big for most dogs, it looked more like it would fit on a person. She felt compelled to see if it would fit, to see how it would look on her. So she quickly looped it around her neck and locked the clasped. Instantly she felt a electric jolt, and was worried it was a shock collar. She went to take the collar back off, but the locking mechanism didn’t seem to have any way to undo it once it was secured. She tugged at the collar angrily, who the hell would make such a thing, but it was firmly stuck.
As she tried to figure out how to unclasp the stuck collar, she failed to notice the shiny black liquid leaking out from underneath it. It dripped down her black dress slowly, and a few drops even landed on her shoes. As the liquid touched the dress it started to change into a material similar looking to the liquid, some type of latex. The more latex like it looked the more it began to cling to her body. Eventually it was noticeable enough that she stopped trying to remove the collar and looked down, she was covered in the shiny black slime, and it was gradually covering more of her body. She growled in frustration and tried to reach down and remove the gooey dress, but a large bubble of latex formed and popped, showering her face in goo.
Soon the latex was as tight as a second set of skin, and it now covered much of her body. She could feel her hair turning into a thick and heavy latex material, and her face felt like it was being pulled. She could see as her shiny black nose pushed outward into a… muzzle. Other parts of her experienced similar transformations, and she soon had a large dog tail wagging behind her nervously and a pair of pointed canine ears.
Most upsetting though was the pressure in her panties, now also a latex material. She watched in shock as they grew a large bulge, which seemed to merge through them into the shape of a cock and balls. It quickly twisted into a canine shape, complete with a knot. Fat drops of liquid latex cum dripped from it’s tip and she bit her lip out of arousal. This wasn’t real, it was… it was too much, she could feel all this latex, like it was her skin. She could feel her tail wagging. She could feel her hard and needy cock begging to have her touch it.
She had so many conflicting feelings, and she knew everything would be okay once her owner came back. wait… owner? She tried to tell herself she wasn’t a dog, that she wasn’t someone’s plaything, but she couldn’t convince herself that she didn’t WANT to be a pet. It felt good being on all fours, it felt good being a latex doggygirl, it felt good to have a cock.
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Hope you like it Miss G
When she said she was just a little husky The Warlock had an idea, a simple spell to make her look the part a bit more than she had intended. it wasn’t long before her nose started to pick up smells better, and she could hear things far clearer. She didn’t think anything of it, but one day she woke up with icy blue eyes. They were so cold and intense looking, she almost shivered at her own reflection. Come to think of it, she looked at her reflection closer. Her nose looked a bit wider, and pushed out more, maybe even a little darker than the rest of her skin, and was that… She plucked a small white hair from the bridge of her nose.
A few days later her nose had started to look distinctly more canine, and her ears had shifted toward the top of her head. She also noticed that her teeth were changing shape along with her tongue. Her canines were large and sharp, and her tongue broad and crinkled at the edges. She tried to ignore the changes, but when a large fluffy tail grew out from her spine and she had to accept that she was quite a bit husky now…
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A wild doggo appears.
my doggirl and catgirl designs their names are lucky (dog) and pebble (kitty) + lucky’s beta design ⬇️ it wasn’t bad i just wanted her to be more gyaru
More of my OC Caren. The progress for this sketch is also public now on my patreon.
things i drew for @/bimbocore on twitter!
I made a poll on twitter about tomboy/ladylike Lass, and it ended up split 50/50 (https://twitter.com/sepiascribe/status/930521633596456960), so I made a drawing off it.
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Spotty doggy girl!!!!
Bear and dog me’s
