Top Dog (Shifter Tales 1)
Shifter Tales

Excerpt

Story Excerpt

“He’s a Yorkie, a Yorkshire terrier, according to our vet’s examination, a purebred and in perfect health. Clean him up and he will be beautiful.” Unhitching a leash from the wall, she lifted me from the cage to the floor. “Yorkies are a popular breed and live a long time. Your daughter will be able to grow up with him.” Winking at me, because I had her eating out of my paws since Monday, the volunteer added, “See how he prances around. Yorkies are so full of spirit. I just love this one to pieces. I’d take him home myself, but we already have two cats and two dogs. My husband would leave me if I brought home another pet.”
Four feet tall, sandy hair, blue eyes, and a breath smelling of lemon drops nodded, making up her mind. “He’s the one I want.”
That’s how my life changed in a split second. I’m Drake Martin, part-time hit man, most of the time private eye, lover, and shape shifter. This is the story of my life as a dog and the little girl named Kady Hartley who changed it forever.
After botching my last gig, I cleared out in a hurry with the sheriff hot on my trail. A local drug king pin had hired me to assist one of his dealers from the burdens of this life and into the next. Another dealer, who knew of the plan, rolled on us to lighten a pretty big distribution charge hanging over his head. The king pin split to Colombia without telling me about the trap set by the local minions of the law. To get away, I morphed to animal form. In that kind of situation, nobody pays attention to a scruffy little dog skulking along a shadowy wall. While a passel of confused cops addressed their two-volt, one cylinder deductive powers to the problem of how I slipped their trap, I put as much distance between us as my five inch legs could cover. A couple of blocks later, I felt good about my chances, only to turn a corner and damn if I didn’t run into the town’s dog catcher who immediately spotted the lack of collar and tags around my neck. In recent years my once lightning getaway had lost a step and no amount of terrier squirming or snarl could break his expert grip. Cooling my heels in the cage on the way to the shelter, I realized, with rising terror, that I was in my worst fix in over a century of life and
regretted not morphing to human form to send this hyper-conscientious nimrod to his eternal reward.
While other shape shifters turn into formidable critters like wolves or bears, I become an eight pound Yorkie. It is a mixed blessing. I’m not worth shit against another shifter, but except for diligent public servants of the animal control department and women, I attract only casual attention. No one perceives me as dangerous or threatening, and the girls love me to pieces. At least it’s better than my friend Paco in Long Island who becomes a chipmunk.
The little girl named Kady and her family represented my best chance to escape. I knew the shelter’s rules. After a week as a guest of the city’s taxpayers, a sad little man euthanized the unfortunate creatures not adopted. As a last resort, I could return to human form, but not while in the suitcase-sized cage. The collar they fitted around my neck also presented a problem. The expansion of my neck as I turned to human couldn’t break it, and it’d nip off my head before I could slip out of it. When out of the cage, I was never alone, even in the dog run. If they removed the collar, imagine the staff’s shock at discovering a six foot naked male in the dog run. After recovering their senses, they’d cart me off to a psych ward, with little chance of escape. The drugs administered there mess up morphs. Once I teamed with other shifters to spring one of our own who came out unable to morph for months, as well as not knowing what year it was. That’s how I met Paco.
Clearly, adoption represented the better way out.
I ratcheted up my charm, best puppy eyes along with a surfeit of face licking. As usual, it worked.
On the drive home, held in the arms of an energetic if not hyperactive six-year-old, I thought about older females and their interestingly different embraces. Adult females, when I’m in human form, entice me to do naughty things to their bodies. Now, I sat on the lap of a considerably younger one. My stubby tail wagged in a blur while an alert face on the other end flirted outrageously with anyone who glanced my way. The gaze of blue eyes, like marbles, washed over me. In that moment, I felt the stirring of a connection with a human unlike any other. After a few minutes she hugged and kissed me with unabashed love the way little girls do with their prized dolls.
“Kady, don’t get so close until we clean him up,” Mom gently admonished from the front seat. “You don’t know where he’s been.”
“What are you going to name him, honey?” Dad asked.
Profiled by the windshield, his head was a tan blob with sandy hair plastered across it. I remember hoping she wouldn’t choose a stupid name like Fido or Charlie. No offense to any dudes with those names, but after all, I was a purebred and all male. I deserved a manly name befitting my proud and feisty, if diminutive stature, maybe Killer or Spike.
Kady held my face in a pair of small chubby hands. Her infectious smile, one I came to know well, melted me to slush. Gaps showed where two baby teeth had been. In another place the crown of a new tooth peeked above a gum. With a loving gaze, she looked deep into my eyes and softly said, “I think I’m calling you Precious.”

Adult Excerpt

“Drake, I’m yours. Take me.”
That’s all I needed to hear. My world spun and shifted as I lifted her into my arms. I was going to do this right the first time. Nothing crude for my Kady. I wanted to make sweet love to her in the comfort of a bed not a sofa. I covered her mouth with mine as I carried her to the bedroom. From the expression of mild confusion on her face, I guessed she had no idea what I planned, but soon figured it out when my body shifted and my foot kicked the door open. Without warning, I gently dropped her on the soft mattress. Bouncing a couple times, she giggled, staring up at me. I returned a grin and came down heavy on top of her. Reveling in the sensation of my hands on her body, she closed her eyes. Her essence permeated the air. The pillows around her head were filled with the thick female scent that was only Kady’s as well as her perfume. The aroma imprinted on my brain, and I wanted to drown in the essence.
Our hands were everywhere at once, tugging at clothes, ripping away, and unzipping. The urgent desire to have flesh touch flesh was all that drove us until we lay naked in each other’s arms. Our lips, teeth, tongues, and hands moved in feverish hunger to taste and touch. I couldn’t get enough of her or her of me.
“Wait,” she panted. Reaching over to the nightstand, she opened the drawer and pulled out a couple of foil wrapped condoms. “Will two be enough?”
No one had ever heard of a shifter getting a human pregnant, but this wasn’t the time to debate the point. “Hmm, maybe one more,” I said with a grin as she dropped them on the table.
Kady’s palms slid down the hard muscles along my spine, pressing into the well of my lower back before curving the rounded arch of tense ass cheeks and dug her nails in deep. Air hissed through my teeth from the sensation. My little Kady was a tigress in bed. Who knew? The thought sent heat pulsing through my veins at an alarming rate. I moaned into her neck. My teeth dragged down her throat and lips replaced my hand at her breast. I suckled and bit first one hard nipple then the other. I reached a hand down her thigh, stroking slowly back and forth and worked up to her delectable pussy. Upon my touching the wetness, she gasped. The thick heat of feminine lust leaked onto my fingers. No man, I was sure, had ever made her so wet. I moved to her side and without further encouragement, I found her clit and with small circular motions brought her to the edge of release. I alternated between massaging her and pumping two long fingers in her hot, wet pussy, a maneuver she obviously enjoyed. Her hips arched and moved in rhythm with my clever digits diving in and bringing her pleasure. Bringing her pleasure was my only goal for the night. I lay down on top of her again, my lips tasting the flesh of her neck.
I whispered in her ear, “Kady, my love, tonight your body belongs to me.”
Drawing back, I looked at her. Eyes glittered from behind the azure veil of wanton desire.
“You’re so beautiful. Are you ready for me?” I asked while slipping on the latex.
“I’ve been waiting for you all my life,” she whispered, drawing my face close to hers and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I muttered her name, muffled by a kiss. God, she tasted so good. My hands intertwined in her hair.
I urged her legs to wrap around my waist, my member nudged at the entrance of her divine womanhood, begging for entry. With as much gentleness as I could summon, I entered her body. Delicate tissues parted as I inserted a rock-hard shaft, centimeter by tortuous centimeter into the wet, hot passage. My God, she felt so tight, so wet, beyond my wildest expectations.
I pulled out and entered her again. She moaned. Her hips rose, mutely begging for more.
My strokes became swifter, more urgent, as I brought her to the edge of delirious climax. I had never felt this urgent or hungry with another woman. Kady remained the same unblemished golden vision I’d seen a thousand times as Precious. Yet, in the form of Drake the feelings were different. Gone was the detached appreciation of her beauty and completeness. Another element
entered the picture, to possess and protect this great treasure, forever if I could. I dared to imagine the soft face, filled with love for a little dog she named Precious could harbor the same feelings for the human named Drake.
I entered and withdrew with the fervor of a man finding his first meal in weeks. She ingested me with an insatiable wantonness. I pulled apart pliant but firm buttocks cheeks to gain every possible millimeter of penetration.
Hips moved with frictionless repetition like the lubricated reciprocity of an automobile engine piston, milking the strained shaft within. Feeling through the hair, I located the pink jewel atop her well lubricated cleft. At the first touch, she jerked as if hit by a live wire, slowly settling down to enjoy the building pleasure brought on by my ministrations.
“Right there, Drake. Oh, yes, right there,” she gasped.
Neither of us took long to hit the Holy Ground, Kady’s term for orgasm. Hip undulations picked up speed as did the circles I made in the nether regions of her pelvis. I remembered seeing perspiration glistening on the tan ridges made by the hip bones.
“I’m…coming…Drake,” she cried out, but I already knew, told by the avid squeezing of her internal chamber, triggering the synaptic avalanche of my own. Soon gush after gush of milky seed slammed into the dead end of the condom, while she panted and wailed, lunging upward again and again against my turgid shaft.
Cradling her in the crook of an arm, I lay back at the paramount of contentment and bliss. Kady glowed with a sheen of perspiration completely covering that golden body and snuggled close. Small pink lips curled into a smile.
Her eyes cut to the side. “Where’s Precious?”
Before covering her mouth with mine, I said, “Let him get his own girl.”