Happy Fucking Valentine's Day

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With indecent clothing lining the clothing racks, it was the dreaded day of pink again. Chalky candy here, tasteless mystery chocolates there, and a sprinkling of cheap jewelry and forgettable dirty limericks. Valentine's day is one of the more disturbing holidays in existence.

Luckily my wife and I had canceled our satellite service a month ago. We're always sure to be prepared for unnatural disasters. I love my wife dearly.

These past few weeks my wife, Tessa, had been acting a little strangely. She had been acting nervous and prone to snapping at me as if I had done something wrong only to apologize minutes later, complaining of a headache. 

She had made sure to be fully stocked up on her tea, especially after the Christmas incident. I'll admit I was disappointed to hear she didn't want to let out her "other side" any time soon. I love my wife, but an occasional night to get some fresh claw marks was really all I wanted. I thought maybe she was okay with that, but she seemed irritated so I wasn't going to push the issue.

We hadn't been very intimate lately, though I figured it to be understandable since my recent bout with the flu and her having to deal with the lawsuit at her firm. Something about a ninja suing someone for giving him a funny look. I didn't understand it, really, but I'm no lawyer.

Last year, on this day, I bought her two tickets to her favorite heavy metal band. She liked it so much that when we got there she told me she was falling in love with me all over again, and then we proceeded to have sex in the bathroom and missed the rest of the concert. We still feel sorry for the janitor that cleaned that mess.

Lately her eating habits were a little strange, but I wasn't going to bring it to her attention. I just figured she was going through a phase and it would pass, she did do things like that from time to time. Just last month she had a short lived obsession with trying to master belching her ABC's. 

Today we had both taken the day off from work because what couple doesn't want to be with each other on Valentine's? I had a special dinner planned, and I knew she had something up her sleeve as well. We agreed, every year, to let the other prepare their surprise and no peeking.

I took the car first, so she could get her part ready at home. Meanwhile I would buy whatever I needed for my half. We were always a little competitive, so it was always a little over-the-top with us. 

I went through just about all the stores in town looking for every piece I needed, some of which required some serious digging. By the time I was done it was a little past noon, so I had plenty of time to prepare while she took the car to get what she needed.

I was in charge of dinner this year, and boy was she in for a treat. Last year she made breakfast in bed, then a dinner reservation at a snooty restaurant. This year was my turn.

I had a rump roast set out, bathed in a delicate glaze of herbs and sauces. Even the most adamant vegetarian would be drooling. I had handmade rolls set up, ready to bake. To top it all off, I whipped together my ultimate meatloaf.

Meatloaf, to most people, is a cheap and ugly food. A mix-match of strange things mixed in a bowl. Mine was specially made to be just the opposite. I would start with four pounds of steak, mashed to the consistency of ground chuck, then mixed with the perfect touch of herbs and spices. Then, spread out in a thin layer, I lay on a thick layer of a thick sticky savory glaze before rolling it up so the glaze layers up in a delicious spiral of flavor.

For desert I made a simple parfait, using the best ingredients I could find in town. With a masterful hand and a brilliant mental image, I created a monstrosity. Luckily that was easily fixed, which I did so quickly. I then set it in the fridge before setting the roast in the oven and the rolls on the stove.

As one might guess, these aren't normal rolls. I take the basic dough and add a few things before taking a few chunks of potato and set it in the middle along with a small amount of sauce taken off the roast. I then grill the bottom so they're easier to lift off the pan before steaming them. The result it quite delicious. 

As everything was cooking, I took out a small vial of pinkish fluid and smirked to myself. A rather knowledgeable old Asian man had sold it to me under the table at the herb shop. A little cliche, but still worth it as the effects were just what I was looking for.

I took a thin string and a tag and attached it to the bottle, writing "Drink Me" on the tag. I snickered at the joke, and set it on the dinner table where she usually sat. I then took a second vial with the same contents and downed it. It had a taste of strawberries, oddly enough.

There was a slight spin to the room for a moment, but that quickly passed. A sort of settling seemed to radiate from my gut, but I was going to soldier on.

I heard the garage door open and Tessa driving the car inside. That meant I didn't have much time left, since she still had to prepare whatever she bought. I just hope I still have the flare.

Quickly I set up the table, making sure everything was in place. The timer went off for the rolls so I took those off the heat without taking off the lid, they needed to sit for a little bit. I then checked the roast, the smell was nearly intoxicating. All that was left was a little bit of tidying up.

I then went to the pantry, where I had previously laid out my suit for tonight, and quickly got properly dressed which is quite a feat when you're in a cramped dark closet. Everything was in order, which I double checked in the mirror. I smirked at the mirror, not a speck out of place.

Leaving the pantry, my wife stood in the doorway of the dining room with a smirk. I smiled back, straightening up for her inspection. "Your suit? The one you wore to our wedding? I wish I had thought to wear my wedding dress."

Immediately I stopped her. "No dear, you look absolutely stunning. Dress or not, you're always beautiful!" She smiled and gave a small chuckle. The dress she wore tonight was a stunning cocktail dress, there was even a space in the back I suspected was for her tail should she feel inclined. 

Seeing my gaze, she turned and posed to accentuate her gorgeous "assets". Her hips a gentle feminine swell accented by her rather perky bosom and healthy waistline. She could best be described as petite, the polar opposite of the hulking monstrous beauty that is her animalistic alter ego. Truly, though, she was a very beautiful woman.

Tessa cleared her throat, calling my attention away from her tits to her eyes. "My eyes are up here, sweetie." was all she had to say and we both chuckled at the cliche punchline. Striking a rather sultry pose, thrusting her chest and rump out with a strong arching of her spine, she sashayed over to the dinner table. The way she sat suggested she was intending for me to notice that she was wearing a rather obscene push-up bra. I think just about anyone could guess where this was going.

She noticed the vial on the table, finally, and proceeded to consume the contents after eyeing it suspiciously for what seemed like hours as she asked questions until I finally convinced her that it wasn't poisonous. At first she acted incredulous, questioning what effects were supposed to take place. Then her head swayed just a bit, acting dizzy for a moment before her hand settled on her stomach as her face contorted in confusion.

She looked to me with worry but smiled, reassured when I told her I had taken the same thing shortly before. I could tell she wasn't completely convinced but trusted me enough to believe me. I sat across from her, resting my hand on hers as we smiled at each other lovingly.

Hearing the timer go off, I went to set up dinner. It didn't take long for me to set up the table, after which I gestured to dig in which we both did heartily. I smiled as I listened to her cute noises she made as she ate, like small squeaks of delight.

I ate quietly until I felt her foot graze my leg. I shivered lightly at the attention, looking up to see a smirk on her lips as she continued to eat. I tried to keep eating, but that foot moved up to my crotch. A soft moan escaped my lips.

"It's good, isn't it? But you should know, it's your recipe." she said, smirking deviously as she pretended to be innocent. She knew full well the effect she had on me and was more than happy to show her knowledge of my weaknesses. 

"Well dear, to be honest, I couldn't quite focus what with you being so beautiful and all that." I retorted. We gave a soft chuckle and returned to our meal, her foot still teasing me. Well, two can play at this game.

Watching her carefully, I waited until she leaned down for a bite before taking a small piece of meatloaf and launching it into her cleavage. "Oh dear me! How clumsy, I'll get that cleaned up in a jiff." I grinned, standing and rushing over and leaning down to lick the stray food out of that delicious canyon. I kept licking, long after I had cleaned up any remaining sauce.

"Ahh! Dear, you may have gotten it all by now." she blurted unsteadily. I smirked and licked my lips. "So I have." I replied. She almost looked ready to jump on me that moment, but I played innocent and returned to my seat leaving her flushed.

Before I could resume eating, however, she arched her back to act as though stretching. The view, on the other hand, told a different story. She was obviously trying to look as sultry as possible and I had to resist drooling. With a quick idea, I knew how to retaliate.

Covertly fishing my snake from my trousers, I stood and nonchalantly meandered toward the fridge. In my peripheral vision, my wife's eyes nearly popped out of her head in surprise. I smirked and looked into the fridge, taking a bottle of champagne out I turned to see a lovely pair of breasts freed from their prison.

Seeing this, I gave up and dropped my pants having undone the belt and button with one hand. Stepping out of my lower half, I settled myself into my seat and poured some champagne into both glasses. I was curious to see how far she would take this, curious and excited.

Tessa had then laid her panties on the table next to her silverware. I couldn't resist staring, feeling a blush rise in my expression. "Something wrong, dear?" I heard her ask. My eyes snapped to hers and I smiled, replying "No, just lost in thought for a moment."

I took off my jacket and shirt, watching her eyes look to me in surprise. I fanned myself with my hand half-heartedly to feign overheating. She smirked then, slipping her dress and bra off.

With nothing left to remove we tried our best to finish our meal, or at least I did. Her foot had returned to my leg, but I thwarted that with a subtle crossing of my legs. Her pout was cute and well worth the likely retaliation.

To my surprise, however, she merely finished her plate and waited for me. I hadn't realized that she had continued eating during our contest of wills. Damn, I overestimated her.

Something was off, now that I bothered to notice. Her eyes were slightly dilated and her nostrils were flared. At first glance, I attributed it to sexual arousal, but something was off. Then I noticed small hairs along her body, her height only taller by a small margin but still noticeable.

"Sweetie? Are you alright?" I asked, genuinely worried. She nodded, the motion revealing her nose being partially elongated. "Are you Tessa?" I continued my inquiry. She looked confused and nodded, but then realizing my implications looked to herself in mid transformation.

Already a fine layer of fur had sprouted and pushed out. Her coat was a vivid white this time. Normally a stunning gray, her fur had taken a pure snow look. It almost had a pink tint to it. Almost? No, it was turning pink!

It didn't turn red, nor did it continue. It just stopped at a white-frosted pink. It looked cute, like a giant sugar-covered sweet to be devoured. She didn't get to her usual size, however. She stayed her petite size, though her bust and hips swelled subtly. I watched as her other part formed and was confused at first.

Normally, in this shape she took, she had a rather large penis shaped like a dog's and with testicles. Now? It was similar, but slightly smaller and the shape was more slender. Fully erect, it looked to be about eight inches. 

During this whole scene neither of us noticed until Tessa looked to me and was more surprised. I had fur! The same color as hers too! What's more was the added fact that my chest had two large swells on them. Touching them experimentally, I moaned and wagged... my tail? I turned my head to see a large fluffy tail protruding from my butt.

While distracted, I didn't see her come up to me. She certainly got my attention though, slipping her paw between my legs and fingering my... er... virgin self. Explosions of pleasure radiated up from my toes to my belly over my breasts and up my spine to end with a spiking explosion of white light in my head. I nearly lost it in that instant.

My cock throbbed, my breasts ached, and my new lips twitched and itched. The time for questions would come later, for now though it was time to take care of my needs. No. OUR needs.

Leading her by the paw, I raced to our bedroom. When we got there, I roughly laid her on the bed and kissed her in a passionate and fevered kiss. Our swords crossed as we ground our hips tightly to each other, desperately trying to find an entrance even if that meant making a new one.

Taking the dominant role, she pulled me onto the bed and straddled my hips. I couldn't help but shiver at the sight of all that sexual slime on our bellies. We had quite a puddle of precum going, which drew my attention to her balls which were far beyond normal size. I swallowed visibly at this, mentally wondering what I had gotten myself into.

She scooted back and aligned herself with my new, hot, dripping nether sex. Her tip was parting me in a way that made me shiver violently in need, my nipples standing to attention. She slowly moved forward, and suddenly I was glad for her restraint. I clutched at her tightly as she broke me in, that tight ripping pain putting a slight damper on things. After a short while, I felt her move and realized the pain was gone.

Within only a few seconds the fire inside me roared back to life. My cock throbbed wildly, throwing a line of precum across my belly and chest. Her every thrust becoming more heavy and desperate.

Suddenly she slammed against me and nearly screamed, an explosion of heat radiating from within me. I felt like I was being flooded, her every spasm sending jolts of pleasure through me as my belly slowly started to swell. I could myself about to cum, but then... nothing. I looked down to see her gripping me tightly, my cum backing up painfully.

She smiled at my pained whimpers, waiting for my orgasm to back off before pulling out. I shivered at the emptiness. "No no, my sweet. You have to hold on a little longer." she cooed softly. I must've looked like the sad kid who dropped his ice cream since she giggled and stroked my chest reassuringly. I couldn't resist a shudder of pleasure from the action, we both weren't used to me having a rack after all.

She helped me up before laying down, smiling as she watched me and my bloated belly settle on top of her. I rubbed my tip along her folds, shivering at the strange new sensation. This shaft in my hand, or paw I guess, was not what I was used to and that alone made things interesting.

My canine cock slipped inside her and we both groaned in delight. A passionate kiss, a roving tongue, and small nibbles accompanied my thrusts. We growled and moaned in unison as I pushed into her very being, her tight hot depths clinging to my every ridge and curve.

I throbbed inside her, warning of my impending climax. She could feel it too and wrapped her legs around my waist, begging me to continue my onslaught until the end. I could only oblige as I reamed her hole hard, unable to stop myself from being consumed by the raging fire in my loins.

All too soon something caught me and I was unable to pull out. Tugging, however, made Tessa squirm and writhe in pleasure so I decided to use what little length I could to bring her to release. Hammering away at her nethers, I could hear her rising pitch as she rapidly approached the edge, and with perfect timing as I was right there with her.

Suddenly, a savage roar ripped it's way from my throat as I unloaded a very heavy dose of virility into her waiting depths. It felt like every drop of me was being melted then sucked out through my twitching sex. It didn't stop either. Time passed, seconds, minutes, hours it seemed as I continued unloading into her.

Hearing a soft whimper, I looked to see her belly bloated severely. In shock, I tried to jerk away but only managed to make us both yip out in pain and pleasure. I looked to her and she seemed to have a pained blissful expression on her muzzle. 

I leaned down, over our bellies, and kissed her passionately as an attempt to draw her attention away from the pain she must've felt. My paws found her breasts and I rubbed them slowly, circling her nipples with my soft-furred digits. She sighed and melted into my touch, her tail wagging.

It was some time before I finally slipped out, though during that time we cuddled without a care. I couldn't think of a better way to spend Valentine's Day than with my wife, though the freaky animal sex wasn't planned nor unwelcome.

Tessa smirked, crawling over and pressing her nose under my sac. I gasped as I felt her rough tongue dig into my groin, past my nether lips. I quivered, unable to resist moaning as she ate me out. Suddenly her head popped up. "Strawberries? What the hell?" she exclaimed, licking her lips. Before I could say anything, she dove back in and I was in heaven as her tongue burrowed into my sodden cunny. 

She stopped and whined, making me open my eyes to quite a sight. Her dripping sexes oozing a vivid pink. I couldn't resist such a tempting request. I closed my eyes and licked wherever I tasted strawberries. It wasn't long before we were writhing in delight once more. More and more of that sweet syrupy delight poured onto my tongue, which I was happy to lap up.

After hours of licking my mind was hazy, my head was spinning, and my tongue was sore. Groaning, we rolled away from each other panting heavily with silent mutual agreement that it was probably best we stop. My stomach hurt but my womb no longer felt full. Looking to my darling, she seemed to be at the same state.

"This was fun, but maybe we shouldn't do this again for a while." she softly uttered. I nodded weakly, struggling to draw breath. We hugged each other in a limp embrace. "Happy Valentine's, Tessa. Even if you didn't get to show me your surprise." I spoke into her ear.

She giggled and responded "You showed me up this time. I was just going to tie you up and tie you." She then winked then nuzzled against me. I smirked at the pun before drifting off to sleep.

A minute or so later, the alarm went off in a blaring tone as if to wake those in peaceful slumber. I reached over and turned off the alarm. They didn't need us at work today, right?

Fin(?)