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Retriever Verity Rayne

Retriever

Verity Rayne

Published April 28th 2014
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In this erotic romance, a grieving widow notices his golden retriever Daisy is acting unusual. She’s taken him on a detour during their morning walk, leading them to a secluded corner of a city park. There, Daisy transforms, and from her black lips,MoreIn this erotic romance, a grieving widow notices his golden retriever Daisy is acting unusual. She’s taken him on a detour during their morning walk, leading them to a secluded corner of a city park. There, Daisy transforms, and from her black lips, a familiar voice speaks. At last, the question is answered - who better to find the lost than a Retriever?WARNING: Story contains explicit descriptions of magical transformations and sex between anthropomorphic dogs.**STORY SAMPLE**“I missed you too, baby.” She answers, licking the tears from my face. This time, she nibbles my earlobe. Not hard, but enough for me to notice. I feel a tingle come over me. Her tongue slides over my neck, then to my chin.“Wh–what are you doing?”She giggles. “Nothing—”Tina starts sniffing me. In our conversation, I’d almost forgotten she was a dog. But the way she sniffs in quick, short breaths, tickling my stomach through my shirt, then reaching my pants, immediately reminds me. I realize I shouldn’t, but I like how good her snout feels against the crotch of my pants, where they feel the tightest. So I don’t do anything about it.She knows what she’s doing, I tell myself, stretching out my legs to give her better access.Tina is now pawing at me as if digging a hole. Her claws are scraping against my thighs. But the more she scrapes me, the more her paws begin to change. They grow larger, brushing warmth against more of my thighs. She starts to slow her movements, her digging easing into a caress. Her paws then begin to spread apart, the claws still there, almost resembling hands. Soon, her paws begin to tug and pull at the button on my jeans, new doggie thumbs at work.I lean my head back, scratching her behind the ears, and take in the strange sensations. I try to convince myself that I’m scratching hair, not fur. But soon I don’t care. She’s here, and that’s all that matters.Tina’s nose is still buried in my crotch, still sniffing feverishly. I start to feel her breaths more acutely. It is then that I realize she’s unbuttoned my pants. Her wet nose is sliding across my underwear. I lower my head and slide my jeans down to my knees. My boots tumble off my feet, leaving my socks to dig in the uneven grass.***