Cassi sauntered down the sidewalk, feeling like the hottest girl in town. She was meeting up with some gal-pals at the bar nearest their college, O'Flanagan's, for a Halloween mixer. The party-girl had gotten smoked up on ganja before coming up, and she was feeling energetic and catty in the moment. When she saw a stooped, hunched woman wearing a witch's costume walking down the street, Cassi enthusiastically chided, "Oh, wow, babe. I'm loving the witchy get-up, really suits you! Wait, is that your real nose? Oh my gawd!"
The shuffling biddy stopped in her tracks, before angrily turning on the spot to glare up at Cassi. She had a green pallor to her twisted features, which were lined with age and pocked with warty, hairy moles. Cackling malevolently, the ghastly matron pointed her bony finger up at Cassi, before rasping out, "Your bastard 'God' won't help you tonight, sweetling! You picked the wrong Samhain to cross paths with an Elder Sister of the Coven!"
The panicking college girl backed up from the fuming old lady, paw-gloved hands raised up defensively. Cassi tried to sputter out an apology, but she was too high and shocked by the escalating altercation to manage. The strange crone continued, her voice rising to a ravening shriek, "Oi! Strutting 'bout so pretty and dainty, like a hound in heat! Well, fie I say to ye, and curses! Boil boil, toil and trouble, bark at me like a bitch? Then be seen with a muzzle!" Finishing with her ominous chant, the old lady hocked out a disgusting loogie right onto Cassie's red-velvet blouse, before scampering away, clutching the rim of her ratty witch dress and tittering wildly.
Cassi was deeply disturbed by the strange incident, though she reasoned it was mostly her own fault for starting it. The disrupted young woman tried to put the combative scene out of her mind, as she finally made it to the bar proper, She felt calmed by the din of jovial ruckus echoing out from within. She was even gladder to immediately spot her friends sitting at a corner booth, and sat down at their table happily. "Hey everyone! You guys won't believe this, but I just had the strangest fight coming here I-- Why are you all looking at me like that?"
The three women all had a shocked, patronizingly intense stare directed at Cassi, making the vulnerable girl blush at the odd reception. Velma, who stood by Cassi's side on the same bench, quickly sidled away, glancing worriedly at the women to her right. Cynthia spoke up first, "Oh my god, that's so cute! Someone put a cute little outfit on it! Look at it sit up like that! Who's dog is this?" Cassi immediately scowled in response, blushing further at her friend's mean joke. Sure, she was wearing a fusion wolf/Little Red Riding Hood get-up, but that didn't earn her this kind of mockery.
Cassi's voice was emotional as she said, "Look guys, I don't know what kind of fucking prank this is, but it's not funny! I had a really weird encounter coming up here, and I just want to have a carefree evening, okay?" But the surrounding women just flinched back, Velma most of all.
"Nice dog, easy, good girl!" Cynthia extended her curled hand towards Cassi's face, as if inviting the other woman to sniff her wrist. Before Cassi could angrily respond, a server came up to their side with a stern expression on his olive-skinned face.
"Ladies, I'm sorry, but we have a strict no-animals allowed policy. Unless this is a registered service dog, you'll have to take it outside." The waiter pointed to a large, plastic plaque on a nearby wall, listing the establishment's rules. Velma responded, "Oh, this isn't our dog! It just ran up to our table like this, I don't know who it belongs to, I swear!" The other two women quickly corroborated with their friend, as Cassi stared at them, shocked beyond words.
"W-What the fuck, you guys? This isn't funny! Did you get the waiter in on this? Please! I'm really freaking out right now!" Cassi was close to tears as she stared at her friends, trembling with emotion. Everyone gave her a worried look, including several nearby patrons in the bar.
It didn't help the young woman's mood at all, when she heard a random man yell, "Someone shut that fucking dog up!"
The party-girl's panic was rapidly rising as the alienating treatment continued to escalate. The waiter called out loudly, "Who's dog is this? It's some kind of... Golden-Shepherd mix, I think? Woah, calm down, doggie!" Cassi scooted out of her seat in a frenzy, holding her plastic purse to the side of her face in a humiliated retreat. She quickly walked out of the bar, feeling spooked beyond belief as she started hurrying away back down the sidewalk. Even random passerby seemed uncomfortable with her presence, giving Cassi an unusually wide berth as they walked by. One women in particular made Cassi truly begin to question the nature of her situation.
The kindly old lady slowly walked up in front of Cassi, baring her way with her bony hands outstretched in a friendly, plaintive gesture. "Woah there, nice puppy! Come on, what're you doin' out on a cold night like tonight? Awh, look at yer clothes... but you don't have a collar or anything. Who's your owner, girl?" Cassi indignantly backed away from the elderly woman's outstretched hand, which held a bone-shaped dog treat. The college student was at her breaking point now, feeling bewildered and belittled beyond belief.
"What the FUCK is going on here!? Why are you treating me like this? I'm not a fucking dog, or whatever! Who put you up to this, why are you looking at me like thaaaat!" Cassi collapsed to her knees, weeping as she finished her emotive tirade. Eyes downcast at first, feeling her fake ears and crimson hood being rustled, she looked up only to see the matron's hand affectionately patting her head.
The old lady soothingly intoned, "Calm down, nice dog. It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. Poor thing, you're shivering! Are you scared, girl? I'll call someone to help." Cassi choked back a sob, her mascara running as she quickly stood up and continued walking down the concrete sidewalk, mind racing with questions. She heard the sound of a phone conversation in the background, eliciting her to speed up her steps while continuing to the dormitory. She'd nearly made it home, and was too gladdened at arriving to notice the gray van slowing while it approached from behind.
The van's doors swung open, and two men wearing grey jumpsuits quickly pounced out of the back. They each held a collapsible metal rod in their hands, ending with a retractable nylon hoop. Poor Cassi barely had time to register what was happening, before they'd had her thin necked roughly restrained. "Ghack! W-Whhhy! Grhh!" The terrified young lady was choked tight, and sternly directed by the lead dogcatcher towards the the back of the open, running van. At first, Cassi just thought she was being kidnapped. But, after being rudely shoved into a cramped cage, and tossed about with every bump when the big vehicle sped away, she had time to piece things together.
Everyone, absolutely everyone around had been treating her like a dog, even though she seemed perfectly normal to her own eyes. Nobody seemed able to understand her words... though those brutes had somehow known to aim high when binding her neck. Did they think she was a giant dog? Or, was that witches curse so powerful it overcame the senses of all around her? Cassi didn't understand any of this. She was still desperately hoping it was just a terrible dream. When the vehicle stopped, she tried to explain things to the uniformed animal control employees in her calmest, most human-like tone, "Look, guys. I'm human. See, I can touch my nose, and clap my hands. Dogs can't clap their hands, r-right?... Paws, I mean."
It didn't help, and even worse, one of the employees tersely responded, "Look, the dog's freaking out bad. Who the fuck put this stupid outfit on it, but no collar or tags? Whatever, I'm sure we'll get a call in the morning for her. Let's see if she calms down if we get her free of that damn costume." Cassi squealed loudly in response as they began tugging away her hood and laced blouse, desperately trying to explain her humanity. The men coordinated their efforts, ripping the girl's expensive costume asunder with assertive force. Her top in ruins, they even worked her bra off, running it over her out-stretched arms and off her head. Cassi was miserably sobbing when they started on her red mini-skirt, this ultimate insult driving home how alienated she was from everyone around her.
Her stocking were rucked up, then painfully ripped off her thin legs, finally revealing her pale, near-perfect flesh to the cool October night air. Once the unknowing men had the 'dog' stripped nude, the larger man reached forth and snapped a necklace about her sore neck. Except Cassi realized it wasn't a necklace... it was a nylon dog collar. The man yanked her hard, keeping her on a short leash as he lead the cursed college student down the concrete halls of the dog pound. Cassi was surrounded by baying hounds, jumping up at their cage doors, or spinning in excited circles as the trio walked past. The lass became deeply disturbed when she realized these men intended to keep her caged, with the dogs. Just how long would the witch's malediction last? Would Cassi ever be treated normally again? The young lady's panicked train of thought was interrupted, when she finally arrived at her new 'home, a miserably small cage... already filled with several large dogs.
Cassi felt absolutely intimidated by the huge, canine beasts around her. Each was around her size, mostly pit bulls, but some that looked big enough to have mastiff blood in their veins. Apparently, she was categorized in the 'big dog' section of the pound, though she didn't feel like a very big dog in that moment. She felt like a very scared, very human woman, who'd been cursed by the meanest fucking witch that ever walked the Earth. When one of the pit bulls came over and sniffed at her nape, Cassi wasn't even brave enough to push his wet snout away. The four dogs in her cage seemed to take an interest to the female bitch in their midst, the feral animals seeing Cassi as a dog just like them, a female dog, who smelled as if in heat. Even as she cowered and cringing at the bars of her cell, desperately calling for help, the surrounded mutts pawed and barked at her, vying for the 'fertile bitch's' attentions.
The terrified college student was ripped off the steel bars of her cage as the biggest dog heaved onto her bare back, wrestling the mewling young woman to the ground. Cassi kept crying for help, but it just set off a chorus of dog barking and howling as she was pinned down by the huge canine. She didn't understand what was happening at first, his claws scratching at her back terribly, making Cassi think she was under attack, but when she felt the hot tip probing between her thighs, the young woman immediately understood the randy dog's intentions.
Not willing to succumb to the humiliating depravity, Cassi desperately tried to scramble out from the big hound, but his paws on the woman's smooth back kept her breasts squashed down onto the dirty concrete floor. Gasping for breath from her emotional anguish, Cassi kept trying to rise, but the dog was too heavy and commanding, and intercepted her every attempt. When his swelling dog phallus finally struck home into her defenseless snatch, the young woman's howl would've been easily mistakable for a dog's, even without a curse to help.
Cassi didn't know how to cope with the strange, invading sensation of a swelling dog penis squelching up into her tight pussy. Once implanted, the hound's doghood immediately began swelling within her wet, spasming channel, alerting the cursed woman to the fact that her canine rapist was packing serious heat downstairs. Though she could not see his red, twitching rod lodging up into her nethers, Cassi could certainly feel the dog spurting hot ejaculate incessantly within her vagina. She was treated to a crash-course in canine anatomy when the pooch's knot began swelling between her labial lips, causing Cassi's pubic mound to bulge with her feral lover's round, turgid base.
The other dogs in the dog kennel were barking excitedly, watching Cassi's rump became implanted under the growling beast's furred hips. She felt utterly disgraced, the huge canine lazily resting his weight on her twitching frame. She could hear him panting above, and when his long, flat tongue began lapping against the back of her head, the ravaged young woman rued the moment she crossed paths with that cackling witch.
Time dragged on, and Cassi's back began cramping in strain. She felt despondent, realizing her huge, heavy canine rapist was in no hurry to dally off. In fact, his swollen knot was so firmly implanted into her vaginal canal, the mortified lass wasn't sure the dog could even withdraw his pulsating member from her spasming labial lips.