#dog tf
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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Workin’ on a art trade with https://humanimalzoo.deviantart.com/ Might have it done today, if not tomorrow night. It’s coming along pretty good, so stayed tuned if you like Dalmatians
Well, last night was the closest I’ve had to an actual TF dream before. I was walking around outside with my stepfather, and we found out that everyone had mutant powers. Never learned what his were, but I suddenly had paws and actually digitigrade legs which felt neat to walk on in the dream. Other than that I seemed resistant to cold temperature and able to issue simple commands to dogs with my mind. I was like the canine version of aquaman lol.
But it was fun actually feeling the woobly balance and spring forward with each step, i’m a bit surprised at the level of detail there, wish I’d had a tail though.
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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The bottle of pleasant smelling shampoo had a large red warning on the back FOR DOGS ONLY, but she had run out of her normal shampoo and wasn’t about to have frizzy hair. Her vet had given it to her to use on her german shepard, how dangerous could it be… I think she learned her lesson, now she pays more attention to warning labels and no longer goes to TF-Vet Pet Care.
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As she fell through the open doorway the automatic doors slid nearly shut. The blinking light of the flickering florescent tube lighting the hall illuminated the hallway every few seconds and she kept her eyes close to a crack in the door. She wiped a layer of dust from her pip boy and shined it’s feeble light into the small room she was now hiding in. The light was dim and she scowled down at the device latched to her wrist, it had been malfunctioning for a while now but she hadn’t had the time to try and fix it. The room was small enough that the dim light was enough to illuminate it though, it looked like she was in a maintenance closet, discarded box and half empty toolkits sat or rusted out shelves and a bottle of Nuka Cola was wedge between a metal box and a a mangled chunk of the wall. As thirsty as she was she didn’t dare move. Any noise might alert it to her presence. Suddenly she heard a slow mechanical voice and the echo of heavy metallic footsteps coming from down the corridor.
“Cease.. and.. desist…” The protectron called out as it lurched down the hall, even when the light went out again it’s flashing servos and twirling gears were visible in the dark as it drew closer. “You will.. obey” The robot commanded as it came closer, it’s long ribbed arms reaching forward toward the door.
There wasn’t any way it could have seen her, her breasts heaved under her vault suit as she tried to steady her breathing. She was going to be fine, it was going to just keep going down the hall and she would sneak out the back just like she did with the last one. Despite the musty heat of the ruined lab she felt cold all of the sudden as she noticed something… Silence. No footsteps, no robotic shouting just the soft whir and hum of the protectron inches behind the broken sliding door. She fumbled for her gun in the dark as it’s claw like hands pried at the door, bending it open as it stuck it’s large head inside. She scrambled back but the rusted shelves touched her back before she had put more than a few feet between her and her foe. She raised the gun as the Robco robot stepped through the twisted gap in the door and she fired three rounds to no avail. The headshots would have felled many a foe, but the thick protective head of the robot shielded it from taking much ballistic damage.
She tried to slip past the protectron as a last resort but it’s clawed hand grabbed her by the back of her blue suit with a quickness that contrasted it’s lumbering steps. She struggled as it lifted her off her feet and then grabbed her with it’s other arm. Her legs kicked and thrashed as it held her aloft by the arms, carrying her as if she was just another piece of cargo. The fact that this mechanical idiot thought she was just another escaped patient at the lab gave her no comfort, she had managed to hack the password for one of the terminals when she was looting the east wing and new exactly what was going on here. She had hoped to find some valuable salvage related to the genetic experiments going on here, but instead of a broken machine she could haul away and strip for parts if she couldn’t reverse engineer it, she had found a semi operational facility. This was the third time she had come to the lab, and this was the lowest level she had explored yet. She hadn’t counted on running into a functional protectron, hell she thought she had cleared the place, but the moment she had sat her gear down she heard the ominous “Protectron… on.. duty” and saw the machine stir to mechanical life from within a grime encased charging dock she had missed.
If she had her laser rifle she could have made short work of the bastard, but all she had on her was a holdout pistol she kept tucked in her belt for emergencies, a pistol she kept reminding herself to get modded. Some good those mods would do her now, if what she had read of Dr. Forest’s terminal were write, the gene splicing machine was still functioning at 70% capacity, and the robot was intent on ‘exposing’ the newly caught subject to the same treatment that had left all those mangled skeletons up in sub level 2. There seemed little hope of escape now, she could already see the pod at the end of the poorly lit lab. She didn’t know what was worse, the fact that this machine in all likelihood would kill her instantly, or that if she lived she might become some hideously mutated freak. There was no way they would let her back into the vault if she showed up at with a second head like some sort of brahmin. Luckily for her, the data on the machine was using prewar genetic sequences, there was a chance she might end up somewhat normal looking in comparison to some of the horrors in the wasteland if the data wasn’t corrupted, and that was a big if.
As they reached the edge of the pod and she could see the faint glow of the half exposed wiring within she gave a final attempt to escape. “Look, I’m not a test subject, I’m not suppose to be here!”
“Please… do not… interfere.. with this… experiment.” The robot droned on, ignoring her plea “You will… comply… with…” The robot paused for a moment and simply held her there. She struggled again but couldn’t escape it’s tightly clenched claws. “The experiment.” The protectron forcefully stuffed her into the pod and the thick glass door sealed shut before she could try and get out. She was really panicking now, the glass was made the already poorly lit room ever darker and the reflection of her pip boy was causing a glare preventing her from seeing outside of the cramped chamber. She could hear a unsettling rattle in the machines behind her and the Geiger counter in her pipboy began to click slowly. Great, the machine was irradiated, there was no way she was going to get out of this alive.
She tried to use a small screwdriver she had in her pocket to loosen.. anything that looked like it might help her escape, but she hadn’t got the first screw loose when an electric shock arced down the length of the pod and she felt like her insides were being fried. She thrashed in pain as the machine glowed a flashing yellow light. Steam shot out of a back port like a rocket and The protectron watched silently as she lay still for a moment. Her blue suit had disintegrated and she was very still in the pod. It waited until it saw signs that she was still living and then proceeded to throw a switch to initiate phase two. This time the machine was filled with an orange gas instead of the arcing light that had burnt away her clothes. She struggled weakly and tried to hold her breath as long as possible, but the gas made her eyes sting and soon she was coughing and struggling to breathe. Her body felt like it was on fire, and if she hadn’t been in so much pain from the initial shock she might have noticed a growing sense of… arousal?
The dim light of a nearby monitor was visible through the glass. She couldn’t make it out from within the pod. Pod? That’s right, she was still in the pod. What had happened? She was having trouble remembering. She felt.. She felt hot. She looked down to see what she was wearing, it looked like she was wearing a fur coat like they did in pictures from before the war. She moved her arm and tried to feel the coat with her hand. She was wearing gloves too… strange, wasn’t she wearing a suit before? That’s right! She was in a vault suit because… she lived in a vault. She couldn’t remember what vault it was though, and the pipboy on her arm seemed to have not taken too well to whatever had happened to her. It was flashing a warning light and she couldn’t see half of the screen due to all the fur. She tried to roll up her sleeves but they didn’t roll up. She tried to find the buttons for the coat, but there weren’t any. She thought she found one for a moment, but it was just a nipple, and then there was another, and another. She felt her chest and counted eight nipples, who the hell made a coat with nipples on it? Her head was so foggy, she wasn’t thinking straight.
The seal on the pod released and steamed rushed out of the machine again. The protectron was securely back in it’s charging dock now. As the glass lid slid back the vault girl climbed up out of the chamber slowly. Her nails clacked against the metal frame loudly and she had to crawl out of the pod, falling to the floor heavily. She lay there for a moment trying to get her bearings. She wished she was outside, she didn’t like being indoors surrounded by all these machines. She groaned as she tried to stand, her hands and feet felt oddly clumsy and she took a moment to get a grip on the nearby railing. She couldn’t really see her body but she felt… wrong. She knew the machine had done something to her, she couldn’t really remember what though. The last thing she remembered was… it was no use, her memories were still too foggy. She took a step toward the door and recoiled, her leg wasn’t working right. She took another step and frowned, her legs looked, were they… her legs had bent oddly and now had a digitigrade stance. She took a quicker step this time, and another. She got out of the lab room as quick as she could and collapsed onto the floor as the door slid shut behind her. The rusty metal floor was uncomfortable, but it wasn’t too noticeable thanks to her fur. She looked down at herself now that she was in the flickering overhead light again.
Fur over various thicknesses covered a large portion of her body, growing out of her more at the sides and back and becoming thinner as it reached the front. It certainly wasn’t a coat, she actually had fur. She also had at least eight breasts, four rows of nipples sat on B cup mounds and she rubbed at them softly with her hands. She looked at her hands, they were pawlike if she was going to be honest. Slightly shorter fingers, thin dark colored pads, her nails were thicker and darker, coming to points. Her feet were even worse, they looked nothing like they had before, having taken on a fully animal shape. She whimpered as she felt something touch the back of her leg and she reached down and felt a long fluffy tail. Her tongue hung out of her mouth for a moment as she panted in the heat of the musty lab, it had been bad in the suit before, with fur it was worse. She got to her feet and started to make her way toward her things, or at least where she remembered having left them. Memories were trickling in slowly, though some felt like they belong to someone else. Running in a park, digging in the dirt with her paws… barking at a man across the road. She scratched behind the pointed ears the poked out of her messy brown hair as she realized that these were the memories of a dog. She was… she was a dog?
Sometime later the vault girl emerged from the genetics building with a small sack of salvaged tech. She was wearing a few scattered bits of leather armor over her lightly furred body and had her laser rifle in hand, she wasn’t about to set it down any time soon. She held up her wrist and tried to get her pipboy to turn on again to no avail, she was going to have to find her way back to the vault without her map, and hopefully on the way she could find someone to help her. She was pretty sure she was in heat.
