Bitch for a Night

“There you go sis.” my older sister says cruelly as she attaches my leash to the tree in our backyard. “In the morning I’ll change you back. But for tonight you are outwardly the bitch you usually are inwardly!”

I reach up with my back leg to scratch that annoying itch just behind my ear. I am seething with anger inside. Just wait till I get my witch powers. I’ll show her just what a “bitch” I can be!

“Don’t get fleas!” she laughs as she goes back inside.

I sniff around the tree I’m tethered to. I am surprised how heightened my sense of smell is. I smell several other doggie smells around. I get kinda turned on by them when I realize that they must be male dogs marking the tree. Oh, yeah, if you haven’t guessed already, tonight I’ve been turned into a dog. A little bichon frise. Kinda like a poodle, only cuter and ten times as expensive. My family members are witches, not the broom riding hags you might think of, but reality altering females. My mother and older sister are teaching me even though I am a little bit of a late bloomer. I should have come into my powers about when I turned 15, almost three years ago, but mom says not to worry. I’m worried. I don’t want to be at the mercy of my older sister all my life! So what if I wore her favorite sweater trying to attract Brad Johnson, the son of our neighbor’s who lives next door. So what if I ripped it. With a wave of her hand she could have mended it, but no, she had to get all bent out of shape about it and so tonight I sleep outside. I wish mom weren’t gone for the weekend!

I can hear other dogs in the distance. If you ever have been annoyed by the constant barking of a dog next door, imagine how annoying it is to find out that it translates mostly to “Hey, you, hey, you, what are you doing, hey, hey, you, hey, get away from here, hey, hey, hey, don’t ignore me, hey, hey, you, hey, you, hey, hey, hey…” Over and over and over!

I don’t know who marked this tree, but I really wish they hadn’t! The smell of him keeps penetrating my thoughts. I haven’t had a steady boyfriend since I caught Billy with that tramp under the bleachers. I didn’t know that doggies could get so sexed up. I guess I only thought they mated and had puppies, end of story. I can tell you however that my little doggie body was getting all worked up over the scents I couldn’t get away from. Without thinking, I reach down and lick my little pussy. Oh my god that feels good!

You know that old joke, why does a dog lick himself? Because he can? Well I could and I was getting some relief. I have never had a tongue so far inside me as I put my own tongue tonight. As it starts to feel real good I hear little doggie yips and I realize that I’m making them, but I don’t care. Lick, lick, lick. I can smell the male dogs and I can smell myself, and I smell sexy! Why do I smell so sexy? Oh god, not too much more and I’m there!

I’m startled by a growling sound. My head whips up and I’m I see the one of the Johnson’s bulldogs from next door. I recognize him as one of the scents contributing to this tree. I get to my feet and I tell him to go away. “Yip!” Oh yeah, I forgot. I’m a toy dog breed and he’s a bulldog. I’m not going to frighten him!

He tilts his head and then starts forward. I try and back away, but I can only go so far on this damn short leash! He circles me and sniffs me all over. I try and push him away but he’s too strong for me. Then it hits me. His smell. He smells SO male. My little doggie body reacts to that scent. I’m hit by a jolt of desire deep down in my doggie loins.

While I’m processing this new sensation from my new body, he has circled behind me. I’m straining as far as the leash can go and it won’t go any further. I look behind me and there he is. Sniffing me. I don’t know if it is because I’m in doggie form or if it is just a universal look, but I can read the expression on his face. Lust. Then his cold doggie nose comes into contact with my hot pussy lips. I start to tell him to get away!

“Yip, yip, yip, yip, yip!”

“Quiet out there, some of are trying to sleep…. bitch!” my sister yells from inside.

A surge of anger runs through me, this is her fault. I start to pull in a deep breath for a really good round of barking when he starts to lick me. The bark is stopped before it can even start.