The Comet

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Synopsis: At the end of the world, it’s only him and his dog. By Dragontail. (Edited with Ginger).

 

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Allen was sitting at his terminal, fixing another web page. As the IT consultant, he was responsible for web changes among a million other things.

“Again? Damn it,” he cursed softly. “How many times can you change one word?”

The worst part of his day was changing pages, 20 or 30 emails a day with change requests. At least they were small corrections.

Looking around his work station he was quite happy with his situation in life, earning nearly 120K a year made for a good lifestyle. His corner office was decorated by many panting’s of Wolves. Several were by the Canadian Artist Robert Bateman, they cost him a fortune but well worth it.

Looking at his forearm, he could see his most recent addition a wolf paw print Tattoo, the wolf looking out. Made for interesting conversation, the yellow eyes looking out was like looking at his own soul.

Finishing up his tasks for the evening put him getting home late again, but other than Keerah waiting for him there was really nothing else. Dating was really not going well. Not too many women liked to put on a wolf tail butt plug during sex.

Well Keerah was pretty understanding, he smiled at the thought of her, she was an impressive dog, the large Golden Malamute, she was too large to show she was 26 inches tall and was nearing 160 lbs, massive but in perfect shape. He hired a personal dog walker for her. The walker is named Andrea, very shapely and into yoga.

They dated very briefly and went their own ways. She was far too vanilla for his desired sex life, slipping a finger into her butt during sex almost earned him a black eye. So they went their own ways, but were still friendly. She liked the cash walking paid and he liked to at least look at her in those spandex pants.

Heading down to the parking garage, he was happy to see his BMW Z4 is sitting where he left it. In a secure garage, he had no doubt it was safe, but it was his baby.

Gliding through the late night traffic he pulled into the underground parking lot he slide into his spot and took the elevator to the top floor. He wanted a house to call his own in the country where he could have animals and privacy. Privacy he thought to himself, a small barn maybe. A good-looking stud for a few “friends” then of course a world-class kennel. He could have all the dogs and bitches he wanted.

Stepping into the condo he was greeted by Keerah, she was bounding excitedly crashing her paws into his chest. Making a valiant attempt at licking his face.

Laughing as he told her “down” to which she responded immediately. Locking the door, he made his way to the kitchen and found supper, an easy stir fry just needing to be heated.

Getting down on all fours, he playfully wrestled with Keerah. They took turns pinning each other and rolling over onto their bellies. She was divinely soft and well-groomed. He’s brushing of her coat and teeth was a labour of love that took many hours of the day. She loved it and he did as well.

Eating standing at the sink, he only took a few bites before dumping the rest. He was just not all that hungry. Heading into the bedroom Allen took off all his clothes, looking in the mirror, he was happy with his looks, pretty well-built and a body he actually took care of.

Opening his closet, he reached into the back and took out a two foot wolf tail attached by a glass butt plug. Applying a little KY he groaned slightly as he applied pressure. With a soft grunt it popped inside his cavity, looking down his shaved cock was partially erect. “No time for that,” he laughed.

Turning off his living room lights he moved over to the treadmill setting the speed he started to run. The tail swishing and bobbing along as a natural extension of himself. In the darkness he watched the city far below wondering how many people knew of his desires.

Pretty much illegal everywhere, but at least the net gave him what he was looking for. A chance meeting with forum friends helped with a few of his kinkiest desires.

Looking over at Keerah, he smiled as she was watching him. She was not old enough, but she was not shy to push herself into him during grooming. Her sex was perfectly shaped. Not like women, hers was slightly plump. Smooshy, he thought. He could not wait to see it engorged in full heat.

He licked his lips in anticipation, Keerah had licked his cum more than once and he could not wait to taste her, to gently take her from behind to feel her fur on his belly. Hold her close as he came inside her, doggy style, missionary, spooning he thought them all through.

Looking down, he realised he was walking slowly, the tail was swishing back and forth and his cock was fully erect. Stepping off the machine he moved to the balcony and leaned over the rail looking down at the world.

Keerah’s tongue reached up and under, he shuddered as her hot breath teased his sack. Leaning over more he exposed more of himself to her seeking tongue. Turning around, he presented his cock to her mouth. She seemed to revel in blow jobs. She licked and sucked on the tender head, rough tongue doing incredible things.

Panting softly, he reached back to steady himself as he felt the cum race from his nuts to the tip and explode into her waiting mouth. Like a trooper she drank it down and licked him up completely.

As soon as he was able he bent down and hugged her, smiling he shivered in anticipation. Working the plug out of his ass, he stepped into the shower to clean the day away.

Climbing into his king sized bed, Keerah was already waiting and sleeping on her pillow. Pulling her close to his nude body, he hugged her tight, warm, soft fur against his belly lulled him to a sound sensuous sleep.

*****

Stifling a yawn Allen stretched hands above his head. 5:45 not a nice time to be awake.

Keerah hearing Allen awake bounded onto the bed, scattering blankets and pillows in a desperate attempt to get him moving.

“Alright, alright… I’m up, I’m up,” he laughed, sitting up and putting his feet onto the floor.

Watching her he was glad of the extra layer of sound proofing, 160 lbs dog bouncing up and down would wake the dead. With practiced ease, he wormed into his shorts, t-shirt and runners.

Keerah waited semi patiently at the door, holding her leash. Snapping on the collar he took her down the hall to the elevator. She whined at him in what seemed to be disgust.

“You know better, you make too much noise in the stairwell we have to go down this way,” he muttered.

Leaving the building he was a little surprised that the front desk was not manned. Normally Ted or Rudy would be there to wish him well on his run. Oh well he shrugged, maybe a bathroom break.

Stepping out into the Early Autumn Miami air, he took to the streets. Looking around, he was a little puzzled. The streets were quiet, almost dead quiet. Looking at his watch he confirmed it was Thursday and not the weekend. With a final shrug the bounded off for the Seaway path. Jogging for 20 minutes they stopped at the customary dog park to relieve herself Keerah kept her nose to the ground seeking out other dogs. Again, they were alone.

Only the occasional car whipped past, sirens in the far distance it just seemed that they were almost alone. “Fall back,” he said more to himself. “Nope, too early that is later. Where the hell is everyone?”

The run back was even more alarming, the only people out on the road was the occasional car or emergency vehicle. Arriving back the complex he was again greeted by no one. He knew he would have to lodge a complaint, it was a security building after all.

Making it back to his apartment, he flipped on the TV for background noise, when it went directly to the news reporter. She was visibly shaken, “Ok… We’re going to take you back to the White House, where earlier this morning they made this announcement to the world.”

Sitting in the oval office, he had a pale looking face. “Ladies and Gentlemen of the United States,” he paused and started again. “Ladies and Gentlemen of the world, I come to you now with dire news. NASA has made a terrible discovery, deemed the Rogue Comet. Our scientists have just located this comet moving at incredible speeds headed directly towards Earth.”

The TV moved to a view of the comet from the Hubble Telescope. The comet looked a monstrous thing, massive, pulsing, and purple ghost trails extending beyond it.

“Our best projections is that it will miss Earth,” he paused again. “Our worst projections are that it will hit Earth.” His eyes were now misty. “That it may hit Earth at 14:45 Central time. Stay at home with your families, be with the ones you love. Later today, I hope to brief you all with good news, failing that, may God help us all.”

The camera faded back to the News Reporter. “May god help us all, we are going to go off the air and continually replay this announcement. We can only hope and pray now and be home with our families.”

*****

So what can you do? Rant? Rave? Cry? Allen tried all three, tried calling friends and family to say goodbye, but all lines were busy.

The internet was awash in speculation, why did they not see it sooner? What was going to happen?

Allen grabbed a cold beer, his favourite book “Animal Farm” and sat out on his deck, back against the rail and called Keerah over. She laid down on his legs and gave a soft whine. She knew something was wrong, but could not fathom what it was.

Allen softly patted her head, with a smile he turned to the book and started to read, sipping on the beer. He could hear distant voices, apartments near his. People were yelling, crying, and best of all singing.

Looking at his friend, he smiled at her panting softly on his lap. “No one else I would want to spend my last moments with, ” he softly whispered, eyes glistening with tears.

“We had a pretty good life, didn’t we girl?”

She seemed to smirk back at him, kind intelligent eyes. Read more, another beer, read more, more beer. There they sat together, waiting.

As time grew closer, the light began to fade as twilight was coming. Sadly, it was the comet blocking the last rays of the sun. Shadowing the last minutes on Earth. The power flickered and went off, a hum, a vibration passed through the air.

The very air around Allen and Keerah pulsed, the purple light seeped over everything. Then the thunder and roar, drowned out everything. The pulse the pain was the last thing Allen felt pulling his girl in tight.

I’m alive? The thought echoed through, his mind. Now that was not right, something was different, something was wrong.

Pain shot through, raced from the points of his/her feet or paws. To the apex of her sex, the pain in her breasts, reaching to the tip of her muzzle.

Gasping and rolling over, eyes starting to focus. The world danced in colours vibrant colours, so unimaginable. The scents assailing the very core, he could hear screaming. So far away, excitement, fear, more than she could comprehend.

Rolling onto his back the lump made it hard reaching behind was a soft long tail. Keerah, he thought opening his eyes fully. Everything was wrong, they looked different, well not different things were the same just more. He was looking down a long pointed muzzle. Bringing hands to his face, he was looking at human hands just covered in soft fur. Bring hands to his chest, he mashed breasts, large full breasts. Not expecting them, he did not think they would be there so they mashed like fists. The pain exploded through his chest, like being kicked in the nuts, but worse as there were two.

*****

Fear stuck through him or her. Things were so confusing.

“Holy hell,” barked out an unfamiliar voice. Soft and feminine, silky and smoky all at once. Standing to her feet, looking down soft canine legs leading to large paws. Tight muscular legs covered in fine golden fur, leading at the apex between her legs, a tight canine slit slightly pronounced. Looking behind at the curious fluffy tail, turning around and around and around. Falling back dizzy, she chuckled at herself for chasing her own tail.

It felt so natural, so much better than the pretend tail that was worn.

Cupping the large firm breasts, fascination overcame confusion. Tweaking the nipples caused shivers of pain and pleasure. Eyes coming more alert she bolted for the main bedroom. Standing before the mirror was something the world had never seen in the flesh or fur for that matter.

Canine but human all at once, the realisation that Allen had somehow merged with Keerah or the other way around. Human in stature, human-like hands and intelligence, but so much more Keerah.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the world. The president of the United States,” came the unseen voice from the TV.

The camera pulled into the symbol of the United States. “Our world has changed, somehow many of you have changed as well. Please do not fear continue with your normal daily lives. Continue with your jobs, we all have adjusting to do.” The camera panned out to a very real human spaniel, the traits were of the President and the first dog. “We have reports coming in from all over the world about… People merging with animals. So far…” he paused briefly. “So far, it seems that anyone within 10 feet of an animal when the comet passed, merged or became the animal they were near.”

The camera panned out further and a full 1/3rd of the members of his staff resembled an animal. Dogs and Cats specifically, here in the bunker people could only bring small animals.

“Be assured, that we, we as a people will find out what has happened and if it can be undone.” He looked straight into the camera, “we as people have changed but life goes on. Immediately martial law in imposed, all prices will remain the same. All rights are afforded to all those human and…” He paused again.

You could hear a whisper, “Anthro’s, Mr. President”.

“Yes Anthro’s, you – we are afforded all rights and protections. We will have more info and briefings in the hours, days and weeks to come, good luck and good day.”

The camera faded out and was replaced by a human news anchor, an Anthro feline. New people seemed to adjust quickly. Keerah growled softly at the feline then caught herself and chuckled again. Human intelligence quickly controlled the basic animal nature.

Keerah only just listened to them describe the near miss and the changes that took place. The cat woman was on the show before, but was at home with her cat when the change came. She was now tall and sleek, when she was only average before. Sleek feline lines, nice breasts under a simple silk shirt.

Looking down, she looked at her own nude form, sitting on the couch, legs spread like a guy would. Gasping at the loss, she reached down to where his cock and balls used to be, instead a nice tight canine vagina not like a human but way different.

Soft smooshie lips, looking like a plus sign, rubbing the outside caused her to hunch towards her finger. Rubbing the outside, she felt herself getting hotter, a need a deep internal need. Rubbing a finger up and down and slowly penetrating it was like pleasure unknown.

Panting and she slowly fingered herself, raising a breast to her lips, she nibbled and sucked on her nipple. The pleasure fired through her loins to the back of her head.

Frantically frigging herself, she came, the wave was so large and powerful she was drowning in pleasure. Her pussy was seeping, cum coated her fingers. Still she wanted more and more, two fingers inside her sex, faster and faster.

“More,” she cried out, bolting from room to room, she scanned different objects looking for something.

There on her dresser was a Maglite. Kneeling on the bed, she pressed the flat end to her sex and felt it open her up, open her insides. Her head tipped back and almost howled, she lowered herself deeper and deeper into the light. Bouncing her hips up and down, fucking herself, six inches, 9 inches, the full 12 inches in her cavity. It was not long enough, the itch was deeper, still she bucked and rode the light the inner tunnel convulsing and gripping the textured surface.

Finally, she came again, soaking her sheets, her cum flooding out of her core. Panting, and moaning she fell to her side light still deep her inside her. All she could do was breath and coast the waves that carried her through orgasm after orgasm.

The End.

 

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