Snow squinted up at the sun, then the clock outside of a nearby bank. 3:44 pm. She was on time. Within the next few minutes she knew her quarry would come by. Chimes from a clock tower a few blocks away drifted to her, signaling the quarter hour. 
The glossy Dalmatian turned her eyes towards the street corner to her right, peering closely. If anyone noticed the white canine with no fur to be found peering over a parked car while keeping most of her body behind a tree, they let it be someone else’s problem. If it weren’t for the polished sheen on her body, and even her clothing, she might just appear to be a slender dog pressed up against a tree. 
Then, in the sea of bodies on the sidewalk opposite hers, Snow spotted him; a fairly short skunk in a loose tee shirt and shorts walking along the street. His hair was styled in such a way it obscured his face from his unknown surveillance, but it in no way hid his identity. When he turned his head towards the direction Snow was watching from, his sunglasses came into view, as well as his pointed face, and the distinctive rhombic marking in white centered between his eyebrows. Behind him, a weighty looking tail of fluff and long stripes weaved its way in his wake as he practically swam through the crowd, one hand grasping the strap of his large side-bag. This was Trissie. 
Snow sighed happily at seeing the mephit appearing to be safe and in good spirits. Just as she expected to, she followed his path along the sidewalk and into the coffee shop centered on the block with her careful gaze. The glare of the daylight sun meant she couldn’t see through the windows from her current position… Perhaps it was just time to actually cross this street and get a closer look. She pressed herself away from the tree she had braced both paws against, revealing a pair of slick, smooth paw prints left in the bark. 
In front of her she could almost see the fastest route to intercept with Trissie, but she knew to stop before she reached the destination. The glossy Dalmatian reached the corner to the left of her stake-out position and gently rapped the crosswalk signal button with a knuckle, before standing alongside it. She idly bounced on her foot paws in place as she waited. She knew that jaywalking might bring her undue attention. There was only one kind of attention she wanted and only from one critter in particular. 
Walking across with the more mundane creatures of the city when the signal changed, Snow took measured, calm strides. Somehow, no one questioned her appearance. She knew what she was doing, so what if she smelled a bit of latex? 
She finished crossing the street, and turned right to make her way to that one coffee shop that her Trissie always went to around this time of day. He would stay for hours, before leaving once again close to closing time. She came closer to the window, which had an elegantly painted name across the middle, Beau’s Café and Patisserie, obscuring most of the view. However, she was able to duck her head slightly, and see right between the words. 
There was Trissie, standing in line, the mephit having bunched his tail up to fold along his back up above his head and down again nearly to the floor. She watched carefully to see what he was doing. When he got to the front of the line and approached the counter she finally noticed the proprietor himself on the other side. 
In a snug black tee shirt with the same calligraphy of the window across the chest, Beau was a chestnut stallion, standing at least half again Trissie’s height. His body was well-built, and the shirt appeared taut across his chest. His mane was done up in a complex braid which dangled on a good few inches of unbraided mane, so that it draped to one side of his head instead of staying snugly atop. Just above the level of his hips a half-apron was wrapped snugly, covering his groin and upper thighs. 
Snow squinted. She couldn’t quite place the expression on the horse’s face. To her left, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped.
“Excuse me, sorry for startling you, but could you get a picture of me with my friend in front of the plaque here?” A mouse held out an SLR camera to Snow. 
The glossy Dalmatian looked around, and saw a bashful looking doe standing next to one of two badges in the corners of the shop window, and a plaque on the wall. The badges were a logo for Free WiFi and another declaring that this shop had won some televised cooking competition. The plaque itself appeared to be some kind of historical monument marker, with an explanation in fine print. Snow took the camera. “Okay, sure. Been a while since I’ve used one of these.” She fibbed.
She’d never used one, herself. 
Snow found the viewfinder quickly as the mouse scurried to stand so that the award badge was between herself and her friend, and the canine twisted the lens carefully. “Oh, you have a polarization lens, cool.” 
The mouse grinned brightly, and the doe shyly waved.
Snow however, angled the polarization filter so that all the reflective glare from the sun was eliminated from the glass, and zoomed as far as she could. 
The horse was still talking to Trissie, and the look on his face was very familiar. Too familiar. And when Trissie turned to walk over to where the orders are picked up, he was noticeably blushing. Her tail twitched. She restrained her instinct for the moment, re-focusing on the horse as he started talking to another customer, and confirmed for herself that he was far more detached and appropriately friendly with the next person in the line. 
“Did you take it?” The mouse squeaked inquisitively.
Snow jumped a bit again, and twisted the lens again, swallowing. She rapidly focused on the pair, shifted her weight on her paws for a good framing, and made sure the filter still removed glare before snapping the picture. “Sorry, it took me longer than I was expecting to remember what I was doing with this kind of camera.” The Dalmatian held the camera out to the mouse, neither noticing that it was significantly glossier than it had been before Snow had held it. 
The mouse took her camera back, and then she and the doe went inside the shop. 
Snow looked around again, and noticed that there was a bench facing the window. It had always been obscured by a parked car from the other side of the street. She sat down, pulled out her phone, and pretended to check her messages. What she was doing instead was peering through the glass. By now Trissie was seated in a booth placed closest to the counter. He was opening up a laptop, and had replaced his sunglasses with prescription glasses. 
If anyone noticed the very glossy dog with her face pointed at a phone with a darkened screen while her green eyes actually were focused at the window, no one bothered to do anything about it. 
Snow disliked that so many critters were crossing her line of sight, obscuring her Trissie from her vision for seconds at a time sometimes, but she was patient. She could wait. 
Trissie sat in the booth, typing on his laptop with earbuds in his ears. There was a little number on a stand at the edge of the table, a big red 9, and he had a plate with a pastry on it. After a few minutes, Beau brought a mug with whipped cream over to the booth the skunk was sitting in and set it down, before taking away the number. 
This didn’t seem odd at first, until she noticed there was another person working behind the counter; a black lab in a full apron with the same design. She only noticed the other canine because she crossed past Trissie with a mug, and took it to another booth, taking the number that was on display there. 
Though she kept her attention mostly on Trissie, noting that every so often he’d take a sip of his drink, or bite down on the pastry he’d bought, she took note of every time someone left the counter. Beau didn’t carry out any other orders to customers. The only other times she noticed the proprietor leave the counter was to go around talking to various customers who had already received their orders.  This happened about every half hour.  Snow noticed that he would choose three random customers, but every single time she saw him do it, he stopped at Trissie last, and spoke with him the longest. 
Two hours after he had arrived, Trissie stood up, and walked to stand in the line again. He made another order, and once again left the cashier station blushing. Snow clenched her paw around her phone as she squinted further. She noted that Trissie had another number put up, this time 21, and he resumed typing on his laptop. 
However, Snow dragged her attention away. The lab behind the counter was working at the machinery the drinks were made in. She filled several mugs and put them onto a tray. She was about to leave the counter, when Beau stopped her, and carefully took one of the mugs off the tray. She looked confused, but continued on, taking orders to customers. 
Beau, however, walked straight to the booth where Trissie sat, and set the mug down, before taking the empty mug and taking hold of the number stand. He didn’t pick it up immediately, however, and stayed standing there for quite some time. His large body completely obscured Trissie from Snow’s line of sight. 
Snow’s fingers tightened their grip on her phone, the screen starting to flex under her thumb.
The towering equine eventually left the booth, revealing a flustered looking skunk hugging his tail in the seat. Snow split her attention between observing her Trissie and glaring at the horse as he returned to his counter. As he passed another customer, she noticed that they were glaring enviously at the skunk. She felt a moment of indignation. How dare they be upset that her Trissie was attractive, as if the horse was somehow the more desirable one. The horse was an obstacle, no more, no less. 
No, he was a learning experience. Snow could tell something about the horse flustered her Trissie. She would endeavor to figure out what that was, so she could emulate it. She should be everything the skunk needed. 
She looked down at her phone and realized it was bending in a way phones should not bend. She rolled her eyes and straightened it back out with her paws, grumbling a little, before turning it on. The glossy device functioned fine, but it was embarrassing how often she’d crumpled it up without realizing. She opened a browser, and tapped the URL bar. In the suggested URLs that dropped down were all of Trissie’s social media accounts. At least, the ones she had found and could confirm were him. 
Tapping with her thumb she went to the first on the list, and tapped the little magnifying glass icon in the upper corner of the resulting site. When prompted, she typed “horse” and searched.  She spent the next few hours split between scouring his social media feeds for any clues as to why Trissie was attracted to her unaware rival and keeping an eye on the skunk himself. 

The sun had set, and the shop had gradually emptied. The last customer inside she could see was Trissie, and the barista lab had headed into the back area. Snow watched Trissie close his laptop, packing up, before getting up with a stretch. He waved amicably to Beau behind the counter, before making his way to the door. Snow immediately snapped her eyes back to her phone as the skunk approached. 
Trissie pushed the door open with a sigh, starting back the way he’d approached the shop in the first place. 
Snow kept her cool as Trissie’s tail came close to brushing against her, resisting every urge she had to reach out and grab him. No, it wouldn’t do to scare him. She had to make him see that she was the right choice on his own. 
The skunk hummed softly to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, nearing the corner, before he turned it, and slipped fully out of sight. 
The glossy dal stood, slipping her phone into her pocket, and entered Beau’s shop. As her feet left the floor, white gloss stayed behind in her wake, and started to spread from the shape of her paw print outward. As she walked, the barista from before came out of the back without her apron and with a bag on her back. 
The black lab waved to the equine behind the counter as she passed. “See you tomorrow, boss.”
Beau waved back. “Remember you’re opening tomorrow.”
“Yes, I know.” She turned, walking backwards for a moment as she replied, before turning back around. 
Snow deftly sidestepped her during this movement, and continued towards the counter. Behind her she could feel the other canine walk to the door and exit it, accompanied by the door’s chime. She made a quick double check, to ensure that no other customers were in the store, eyes darting around. Yep, no one in any of the booths or at a table. She arrived at the counter, smiling. 
Beau smiled down to her in return. “Good evening, miss. We’re close to closing so you won’t be able to stay long, but I can get you something to go.” 
Snow licked her lips quickly. “Yes, I’d like a cocoa with extra cream…” As she spoke she felt the door behind her lock on its own… and the open sign dangling on the inside went blank for a moment, before both sides now read closed.
The horse turned to take a to-go cup and start filling the order.
Snow silently slipped up onto the counter, her clothing just melting into her body and leaving her fully bare and fully white. She slipped into a seated position with her legs dangling down on the employee side of the counter and then hiked one thigh over the other, carefully planting her hands on the opposite edge of the surface as she watched Beau work. 
Fully exposed, her body was smooth, with no nipples or navel to be seen, and her chest was flat, but her proportions still reflected her gender. 
Beau finished adding the ordered cream to the cocoa and turn around. He froze, staring at her.
She smiled innocently. “So. You have an eye for my Trissie, huh?”
The horse seemed unable to process what had just happened, staring, eyes tracing down her body. 
She casually, measuredly uncrossed her legs and set her thighs down spread out, revealing the slick opening between them to the horse. 
The proprietor noticeably quivered. “Tr—you mean Tristan..?” He set down the drink on top of the pastry display case, even as his eyes were focused on her hips now. 
Snow licked her lips slowly and nodded. “He’s mine, you know. Well, you didn’t, or else you wouldn’t have been talking him up like that, right?”
Beau was breathing deeply, slowly now. He shook his head, but never let his eyes leave her.
“It’s alright.” The white Dalmatian cooed.  “I just have to take care of a couple things and we’ll be even. Kneel.”
The stallion nodded thoughtlessly, and dropped to his knees. The floor was soft and white by now, so no sound of kneecaps on hard surface rang out, or strike of impact brought him out of his reverie. 
Gracefully, Snow stood up on top of the counter, towering over her target. She’d seen something in one of Trissie’s feeds that intrigued her, and now was the perfect time to try. She turned to face away from him and the slit of a feminine sex smoothed away in her groin, no longer needed. She took a deep breath, tail raised, and then let herself fall back off the counter.
He barely had time to react, and no will to do more than gasp, as his upturned face was abruptly surrounded in soft, slick rubber. He squirmed, but the sensation around his face was sapping away his objections to this turn of events, eyes drifting closed as the glossy white overtook them as well. 
Snow bit her lip and curled her toes. Her ankles were propped up on the counter, and her rear very shortly came to a rest on Beau’s shoulders. In her lower stomach, the shape of the bottom of an equine snout pressed out for a moment, and she allowed herself a groan as she pressed his head back upright inside her with a rubbing paw. “Now be a good boy… and make me all the more… desirable for Trissie…” She shifted her hips, eliciting a muffled moan from inside her body, and the cleft of her glossy rump started to stretch for his broad shoulders. 
Beau seemed to be lost in the tactile experience of Snow’s insides caressing and pulling at his head. And then, all at once, his shoulders were drawn into it as well. He shifted a bit in place, arms now pinned to his sides as the tight sensation worked over his chest and back. 
“Uhhnnnngh… I’m so gonna have to start with the hands next time I do this… or the feet... But no one will interrupt us here, I made sure of it.” The lights in the shop all turned off at her command. She didn’t need them on, and the horse certainly didn’t where he was going. 
The shape of Beau’s head pressed out the Dalmatian’s front fully this time, but starting from the top of the muzzle; he was being re-arranged, starting to have to curl forward, his chin between his pecs, as the powerful softness all around him worked and stretched to encompass him more and more. Suddenly he felt his hips get wrapped up in it, and weakly flicked his tail under her own. 
By now Snow was having to reach forward to keep rubbing over her expanding midsection, her legs having to spread out, ankles falling off the counter as the sheer size of her acquisition got in the way. This did, however, mean she could get leverage to stand up. She planted her feet down, and straightened her legs with a grunt, tightening up around the heavy horse to keep any of him from backsliding. 
Beau shifted his legs with a quiet groan as everything squeezed in around him. The equine could distantly feel his knees leave the floor, and couldn’t tell what else was happening. 
She realized her legs were far shorter than his, and reached forward to hold onto the counter. She grasped and pulled herself up onto it, her belly smushing into it beneath her. Curling her toes at the low groan this earned her from inside, she felt that Beau’s legs had straightened out again. The Dalmatian carefully got her knees up on the counter and pushed herself upright. 
The horse squirmed a bit more, as pressure from outside was traded back to the negative pressure inside, working his hips inward. Finally Beau felt his hooves pressing back to the floor, and planted them in place for some semblance of stability.
Snow grinned, and pushed off the counter with her legs, crying out with bliss as her weight pulled her down to the horse’s knees all at once, her body bulging tremendously with him. She shifted her hips, both hands on the squirming form in her belly as far as she could reach with her arms, and pulled eagerly one more time. With a grunt, her hips hit the floor behind the counter.
Beau felt his feet leave the floor again, and now no part of him wasn’t wrapped in that intense, sensual embrace of the inside of the rubber dog.  He let out a weak, muffled whinny, as the insides folded his knees towards his chest, and finally, his feet slipped through, and whatever passage he had taken into the chamber he had ended up in seemed to seal up behind him. 
Snow took a few moments to soak in the wonderful fullness and the accomplished feeling she had in taking a rival, before she carefully stood up again, the weight of her prey causing part of his bulge to sag between her legs. 
The shape in her body shifted, her elastic form too taut to hide his every movement as he explored his new home. Hands pressed outward, along with a face, muzzle open enough that the stretched rubber pulled into it somewhat. 
Snow licked her lips and used one hand to push his head back down into her body, and with the other she reached up and took the cocoa he’d prepared for her.  The Dalmatian smiled, starting to drink it casually as she waddled her way behind the counter and out the door into the back room of the shop.
A muffled whicker came from her body as the hot fluid raised the temperature inside her. 
The stretched out canine rolled her eyes. “Well, alright, if you don’t like that, I’ll just absorb you.” She took another drink of her cup, and her free hand pressed down firmly on her midsection. Suddenly, the detailed shapes in her form smoothed over, and the curve of her belly started to contract. 
At the same time, Snow shifted her legs a bit, and her rump and thighs started to thicken up. Trissie didn’t know better than to like naughty pictures on his public account, so she had a lot of material to work with about what he liked. Her thighs crowded the sag of the belly out in front of her hips, which widened and gave her new legs a bit more space. The curve of her midsection continued to contract, and her whole body started to grow, the canine getting taller all over. 
She took just enough height to ensure she stood a whole head taller than Trissie, and licked her lips. “And the finishing touch…” Snow focused on the part of Beau she thought Trissie was most attracted to. From underneath her swollen belly, a rod pressed into view. As it formed it became more defined, until it was most definitely a stallionhood. She modeled it after Beau’s as it grew, taking up more of the mass she’d stolen, and the whole thing turned black once it was done. Beneath she formed a sac, and then gasped as all of the sudden, her belly went completely flat, and her sac inflated, hanging down past her knees. 
“Oh dear, that is a lot of excess mass… even when I get this thing to go down I won’t be able to wear pants like this…” Snow sighed, but then slowly started to grin. She walked over to a tub that had been left to dry next to the sink. It had a lid, and was clearly used for storing liquids. It had a pump spout in the lid as well. She set the tub upright in the sink, and licked her lips. 
Closing her eyes, her paws worked along her new malehood, grinding and rubbing it, thinking that this explained a lot about the guys she’d encountered so far. She turned her thoughts from that to thoughts of Trissie. His cute face, the soft, curvy body that was much like her own before she’d assimilated the horse, all of that silky tail… she would love to sit him in her lap and brush over the tail slowly, let him relax as she groomed him. And if he was sitting on her new shaft at the same time…
Her mind rocketed past the platonic and into her desire to just pin down her Trissie; give him what he needs, and what he needs is clearly her shaft, deep inside him, thrusting over and over until the little skunk can’t contain himself anymore and…
Snow gasped at the intensity of her peak, a shot of thick white rubber gushing out and splattering on the wall behind the sink. She grunted, and pointed the flared tip of her pulsing shaft down, to catch the next shot in the tub. That next shot filled nearly a quarter of it on its own. And even in her hazy state of pleasure she knew she had more than four shots left to go. She quickly stoppered the other half of the sink and refocused on her release. When she felt her seed raise up to the level hat her swollen head threatened to be submerged, she lifted her shaft and pointed it at the other sink, and just sighed, riding out the rest of her intense climax. 
When she finally was just dribbling a bit, and her shaft no longer pulsed with its powerful contractions, she took her hands off of her shaft, and sighed. Her sac was now in reasonable proportions with her member, which started its slow trip to sink back into her new sheath. She looked down at the splattered tub, backsplash, and near overflowing sink. “Ugh, I’ve got some cleaning up to do…” 

In the early morning, the back door of the kitchen area opened. Snow perked, and slipped into a corner to observe.
A blue-furred Jackal came through the doorway, in a jacket and long pants. She didn’t seem tired at all, slowly sliding her coat off and hanging it up. She hummed a pop song to herself as she slipped into an apron, and headed over to the sink to start washing up. 
Snow decided this was the time to act, slipping up behind her. The extra height she got from Beau put her just a little taller than the jackal, but her ears towered high while Snow’s flopped softly down. The white Dalmatian eased close, and then, all at once, wrapped her arms around the blue canine.
This close, Snow could see that it was dyed. At the base of every strand of fur was a hint of the natural sandy brown that Jackals usually possess. She took note of this, even as she cooed to the canid in her arms. “What’re you doing, coming to work at this hour..?”
The jackal seemed momentarily confused, and a little flustered. “I have to come in this early to do the baking, so that the pastries will be ready for opening.” She finished washing her hands and reached for where the hand towel normally was. Instead, there was a soft sheet of latex hanging up that didn’t help much with the moisture in her fur. 
Snow nodded. This explanation made sense to her. And her Trissie ate plenty of those pastries. She pressed her muzzle against the side of the jackal’s neck, rubbing with the bridge in a slow nuzzle. “Important work… What is your name?”
“Arianna.” The blue jackal replied, blushing at the sensual feeling. “And you…?”
“I’m your new boss.” Snow squeezed Arianna close with an indulgent sigh. “I admit, it was a bit of a hostile takeover…” She licked her lips and ground her hips against the jackal’s rear. “You can call me Snow.”
Arianna blushed deeply, feeling overwhelmed by the amorous embrace. “S-Snow..?” She shifted her hips, and after a moment started pressing into the grinding with a soft whine. 
“Yes, my sweet baker?” Snow kissed the jackal’s cheek softly, while grinding a bit more firmly, her sheath swelling with its contents, emboldened by the returned pressure. 
“I-if you mount me I won’t be able to start on schedule…” The jackal murmured, seeming somewhere between warning and explaining, a tremor in her voice implying  that it was more for Snow’s benefit to know that than from her own desires in the moment.
Snow nipped gently on Arianna’s neck as her paws strayed down, and then slipped under the apron to start undoing her new employee’s trousers. “Well, we can just explain to anyone coming in at opening that we got a late start, can we not~?” With that, her fingers were pulling the trousers down off the jackal’s hips, letting them slide down under their own weight as her thumbs hooked into the elastic band holding her panties up. 
“Y-Yes ma’am…” Arianna murmured, letting her head lean back onto Snow’s shoulder as her neck was tended to with lips and teeth, which never bit down too hard. 
“Glad we sorted that out. Communication is very important…” Snow tugged the jackal’s panties down fully, the same motion bringing her palms around to scoop under the blue canine’s thighs, sweeping her off her feet. 
Finding herself in a seated position in her new boss’ grasp, Arianna blushed softly, looking over at the clock and muttering, “plenty of time, plenty of time…” She quivered as something very warm and thick pressed up against her bottom.
The white Dalmatian growled lustily, flexing her new shaft. “You have all the time you need.” She shifted her hips, and used her hands to gently spread the jackal’s thighs, drawing her arousal back along the sensitive folds she found there.
Arianna blushed as she felt inch by inch of that shaft slide along, feeling like it took forever. Her eyes widened at the sensation of a very equine medial ring passing under her, and that was confirmed when, at the end of Snow’s readjustment, the blunt equine head was pressing to her entrance. She couldn’t see anything looking down because of her apron, but she didn’t remember when that had turned rubbery as well. 
Snow bit down with a wider spread of her jaws than before, her teeth too soft to hurt, but firm enough to get the point across. At the same time she thrust upward, spreading her baker open in a smooth, slick entry.
The jackal yipped at the combined feelings, feeling a heated stretch in her body, and a tingle travelling deeper. She curled her toes, and reached a hand down and under her apron to rub at where that slick, pulsing maleness was burying into her. Unsurprisingly it was just as rubbery and slick as the dog it was attached to, but while she was soft and yielding to the touch, this was firm and would be the one deforming her, she predicted.
The Dalmatian turned to licking slowly around the blue fur on Arianna’s throat, matting it down with her rubbery drool until it shone itself, holding her position within the Jackal for a long few moments, before she began to lower her onto the ebon shaft, letting her weight carry her down for the time being.
Arianna cried out, feeling the heat pressing into her more and more. She could feel the stretch heading deeper and deeper, and she wasn’t even being thrust into, just gradually sinking down over it. Then she felt that median ring stop her progress. 
Sighing affectionately, Snow rocked her hips a bit, not enough to push that widening through just yet, but enough to keep the increasingly needy baker going for the moment. “Whenever you need something, don’t hesitate to ask.” She nuzzled into that glossy spot on Arianna’s neck, the blue there starting to fade lighter in a band. “You work for me, yes, but I take care of you.”
The blue jackal quivered, and could only come up with one thing to say. “P-Please, fill me up, Mistress…” As she spoke, that pale band grew whiter and whiter, and started to rise up from her pelt above and below it. 
The Dalmatian took note of this change with a broad smile, “Of course.” She slowly pulled her hips back a few inches, gently squeezing the thighs in her grasp with her hands, before whispering in the blue baker’s tall ear. “Anything for a good girl who knows she’s mine~” And with that Snow pressed forwards with a slick squelch, and the median ring pressed right through.
Arianna cried out, as two changes became visible on her body. The raised band all at once became a collar, snugly wrapped around her throat, glossy white just like Snow’s body. The other change was a bit more subtle. Just below her modest chest, a protrusion showed through her apron, and it moved when the dalmatian’s hips moved. 
Snow quivered and kissed that collar tenderly, the visible proof that this sweet blue jackal was now hers. Trissie had no collar yet, sadly, but Snow had known he belonged to her, always, so it would merely be a formality in his case. A way to show off what she already knew. However, with Arianna, it was new territory, and it made her feel wonderful. She would have to give all her employees collars. 
Slowly, out from under her apron, the internal changes to the jackal were becoming visible. Arianna’s fur was laying down and smoothing into a contiguous blue rubber surface, up until it met the collar. The collar remained unchanged, but on the other side, the change continued. Her arms were showing the change now, as well as her thighs, exposed in her state of half undress. 
The white Dalmatian pressed forward again, feeling the stretched, newly rubbery entrance to her baker’s womb squeezing behind the blunt head of her shaft. The noises coming from Arianna being pleasureful and not any note of discomfort told her that she’d changed enough for the thrusting to get a bit more intense. 
The shape in the jackal’s frontside only grew more distinct as it stretched her more and more, taking the thrusts deeper and deeper. Arianna looked down, and gasped as she saw the bulging for the first time. She placed a hand onto it, feeling the contours sliding around underneath, then noticed the glossy blue her hand had become. “I… I’m becoming like… like you…”
“Yes.” Snow confirmed with a powerful thrust inward, still not quite hilted yet. “I thought you might get hurt if I claimed you while you were still just flesh and blood, and I think you’d like it if you never had to dye your fur again.” Snow explained evenly, while thrusting powerfully, no evidence of being short of breath. 
Arianna felt over the nearly beercan sized lump under her hand, where her sternum should have been. “H-How much are you going to fill me?”
The Dalmatian smirked and cooed to her baker, her hips finally pressing to the newly shined curve of the blue jackal’s rear with every thrust. “Depends on if you want to bake, or supervise while I do the morning’s baking.” 
This thought sent the new shiny over the edge, her folds clamping down and pulling powerfully at the base of Snow’s shaft. The dalmatian’s sheath was splashed with slick, fragrant feminine juices as it escaped around the girthy intrusion. As her climax shook her body, a tag formed from her new collar, a green triangle the same color as Snow’s eyes, with her name and position on the front, and a statement of ownership from the white dog on the back. 
At the same time, Snow braced herself for her second masculine peak. Her sac tensed, pulling up against her body, and then pulsed in time with the equine length buried to the hilt inside the jackal. In the bulge inside the blue canine the pulses of thick latex seed could be seen traveling up, before being forced around the flared head to backfill the stretched out chamber. As it continued, the bulge became less and less distinct, until only the twitching, flared head could be seen, at the top of a round, soft dome. 
Arianna panted softly, slumped back into Snow’s embrace, both hands on her midsection. The apron managed to keep covering her even though her belly had been filled so greatly with the heavy seed. The flow seemed to have slowed, but she could tell it wasn’t done. “ooohh… When can we do that again..?”
Snow licked her lips and nipped just beneath her new jackal’s collar. “If you’d like I could fill you up again at the end of your shift, so you can go home nice and full…” The Dalmatian trailed off, pondering. That wasn’t right. She should keep Arianna where she lived. 
…But then again, Snow didn’t have a home.
…then again…
“Arianna, where does Beau live…?” Snow asked sweetly, gently rocking her. 
The jackal moaned at the sloshing sensation caused by this. “Oh… he owns the apartments above the shop, too… Two are rented out, but the top floor is where he lives. I went up there a couple times…” She trailed off. “Wait, if you got the shop from him, are the apartments included..?”
Snow grinned broadly. “Yes. They most certainly are. I’ll have to check out my new acquisitions later…” She started to slowly, gingerly, pull her shaft free from the jackal. The flared tip resisted passing through the rubbery cervix, compacted by Arianna’s body greedily squeezing that opening until another thick gush of seed pumped out. Once the flare popped out of the baker’s womb, the opening sealed right up, seemingly to not let a drop escape. The rest of the removal was far less eventful, just a few soft gasps and coos from the owner of the passage having the swollen flare drawn back through, before it too came free with a wet pop. 
Without Snow’s arousal inside her, Arianna’s midsection was not nearly as large as it had been, but it was still very large, and heavy. She wrapped her arms under it and gently squeezed on it, gasping at the feeling of it sloshing and her body stretching with the pressure. 
“Are you ready to bake, or will you supervise me until you feel comfortable standing again?” Snow teased affectionately.
Arianna perked up, blushing, and wiggled her legs. “S-set me down and I’ll see if I’m okay.”
The white Dalmatian complied, easing her down and angling her hands to un-scoop her, so her feet were properly beneath her, before releasing and taking a step back. Snow then walked around one side to view her handiwork. Beautifully glossy, and wonderfully round with her issue.  
The baker bounced a little on her feet, blushing as she sloshed from the motion, before taking a few unsteady, unbalanced steps. A few steps later, however, Arianna had adjusted, and was walking as well as she had when she’d arrived. “Oh, I can definitely bake like this. I’ll just have to mind that I’ve got this tummy to contend with.” She laughed, feeling a bit giddy. 
“Good girl. I’m going to check out the real estate quickly, but then I’ll be back…” Snow hipswayed her way over to the door Arianna came from, then paused, and turned. There was a door on the other wall with a simple stair icon on it. She had vaguely wondered what it was before but had had more pressing matters. She moved instead to this door, and opened it up. She peeked back at Arianna.
The jackal had started doing her prep work to do the baking, and Snow was glad to see she’d felt no need to put her pants or panties back on, hips and rear on full display under a wagging, glossy tail. 

It was a few hours later when Snow came back down from the apartments, having claimed the top floor as much as she had the shop on the ground floor, and certainly her claim had been spreading gradually through the remaining floors in between. She pondered whether to claim the occupants of those rentals. They had nothing to do with their landlord, and she hadn’t even seen them to see if she might want them. She set aside the thought for later. 
Arianna was in the midst of baking when she came down, and her midsection had significantly reduced in size, though quite a bit of it appeared to have gone to her hips and thighs. 
Snow approved of this, licking her lips, before she heard the electric chime of the door in the store opening. Moments later she felt a familiar set of paws walking on the floor in the front. 
Arianna perked. “Sounds like Koni’s here. She was opening today.”
The white Dalmatian perked, and remembered, that girl behind the bar while she’d been staking out the place. Beau reminded her that she was opening in the morning. Snow’s smile returned, and she wagged eagerly, starting towards the door between the kitchen and the shop. As she moved, she formed up snug, shiny clothes, similar to the work uniforms she’d seen the day prior, complete with half-apron wrapped around her hips. She pressed through the door. “Koni?”
The black lab perked, looking back and seeing the white dal. “Yeah..?” She looked a bit confused. She hadn’t even gotten around to putting on her apron. “I thought I was going to be alone with Arianna this morning.”
Snow smiled warmly. “Understandable, but plans changed. You still have this opening shift, yes, but I’m here with you. I’m the new Manager, you see.”
Koni looked a bit confused. “I didn’t hear anything about this…”
“Well, Beau didn’t know about it until last night either. You see…” Snow sashayed up to the other dog. “I’m also the new owner.” When she said that, she could feel her claim spreading through the building a bit more actively for a moment, before settling back to its previous pace.
The black lab blinked, and then blushed, seeming not sure why she reacted that way. “Wow… That was fast…” She paused, and looked towards the window at the front of the shop. “Are you gonna keep the name?”
Snow looked as well, then smiled. “Oh, I’ll get around to changing that sign soon enough. First, I want to make sure you’re comfortable with the changes around here. I know it’s all very sudden.”
Koni breathed deeply as she seemed to ponder this, but she was leaning a little closer to Snow every time she inhaled.
“Smell something you like…?” The Dalmatian teased. 
Blushing deeply, the Labrador took a step back. “S-sorry! You just smell really nice.” She winced. “No that makes it sound worse, I mean—“ 
Snow held up a hand with a chuckle. “You don’t have to explain, cutie. Arianna fell over herself a bit too.” She grinned a bit at her understatement. 
Koni blushed all the deeper at the statement, but allowed herself her eyes to wander up and down her new boss. While Beau was a beautiful statue of masculinity, this white dog was elegantly feminine, with an ample curve to her hips and thighs, and a more slender midsection. Her chest was flat, but it was in no way male-seeming. She found herself a bit envious of the body in front of her. Her eyes froze, however, when she realized there was a lump just behind that apron, the same way Beau’s had. And Beau had a very good reason for it.
Waving her hand over her groin, Snow broke her new target’s stare with a chuckle. “Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”
“P-permission to speak candidly..?” The lab asked shakily. 
Snow nodded.
Licking her lips slowly, Koni looked conflicted for a moment, before continuing. “Y-you look like you’re as hung as Beau is, but you’re so much smaller… how do you handle that?”
The white pup grinned. “I could show you, if you don’t mind putting off opening for a little bit.”
Koni visibly quivered at the offer, swallowing and looking between her new boss’s hips and face. “T-this isn’t a trick is it?”
Snow made a soft ‘awww’ sound, closing the distance fully to the black furred pup. “Not at all. I’m a very intimate creature. And if you want to share that intimacy, I would love to have you.” At the back of her mind, the dally felt her spread increase momentarily again.
The black lab shifted her feet with a little effort, like they had gotten stuck to the floor. She looked to be debating the idea in her mind, before finally answering, in barely more than a whisper. “P-please?”
Chhrrling softly, Snow peeled away her half-apron like a stripper. As it went behind herself with her hand, the apron lost form and flowed back into her arm, returning to being part of her. She then undid her fly on her slacks, and rocked her hips forward, bringing her straining sheath into view. Her sac was clearly visible, snug in the trousers beneath the open fly. She stroked with her fingertips along the thick sheath, the tip starting to part to reveal the black shine within.
Koni shuddered, and inhaled deeply, leaning closer. A blush came to her cheeks, just barely noticeable through her fur. “You said Arianna fell over herself over you?”
The white dal smiled broadly. “Yeah. I gave her a ride before her shift started…” The black shaft started to press into view, blunt, equine head revealing itself to the still furred dog. Snow’s fingers moved from stroking her sheath to stroking directly over the obsidian member as it extended and swelled larger. “Left her womb a bit crème-filled, but not so much that she couldn’t get to baking. If you’d like I could do the same for you…” She trailed off, suggestively, continuing to stroke.
The Labrador let out a soft, needy whine. “I… I wish you could…”
Snow tilted her head, “Why can’t I…?”
Koni looked around, seemingly reluctant to release such personal information… but here her boss was showing off a growing horsecock and offering to use it… She looked back to Snow and murmured. “I’m A M A B…”
Snow’s smile didn’t falter, her eyes just trailed down the black pup. Her trousers were straining with arousal noticeably, and she sniffed the air momentarily. Oh. “Well, I can help you with that too. Just take off your pants and let me take care of you.”
The dal’s words were so confident and assured, Koni’s worries melted away. She started to pull on her belt, working the buckle free, before undoing the fly and letting them drop, revealing her straining panties, clearly working to hold in her canine arousal. At a nod from Snow, Koni continued, working those off a bit more carefully, revealing the throbbing flesh to the open air. She worked both panties and trousers fully off, stepping out of them, standing naked from the waist down in front of her new boss. 
Snow casually made her way behind her latest employee, before closing the distance at her back. Her still not quite fully erect shaft pressed warmly to Koni’s back, coming up to her shoulderblades. 
The black lab gasped, her blush returning as she realized just how big that was compared to her body. 
Resting her chin on the labrador’s shoulder, Snow reached an arm under Koni’s own and eased it down, touching teasingly close to her needy arousal. “If at any point this gets uncomfortable, tell me. I just want to help you feel wonderful…”
Koni panted heavily, shifting her hips a bit. She nodded. “Y-yes ma’am…”
Snow gave the lab’s neck an affectionate lick, before easing her hand down, sliding it between the furred thigh and the hanging sac. She twisted her wrist gently, and her fingers found the fleshy spot at the base of Koni’s hips, between her loins and her rump. She slowly stroked there, mentally mapping it, before pressing in at the center, gently.
Gasping, Koni’s shaft twitched, and a bit of pre escaped her tip. She had never felt that good from rubbing there in the past, even though she’d tried, closing her eyes tight and wishing there were folds to sink her fingers into as she kneaded in. The sensation got even more intense, however, a warm, tingling sensation starting. 
Snow focused, her tongue slowly easing its way along the lab’s throat, matting the fur down there, while her fingers worked and pressed. Soon there was a patch of shine for her to work with under her fingertips, and she used her will to mold the black rubber to the shape she knew her new pup desired. 
The black furred dog gasped and shuddered as she suddenly felt that the fingers rubbing that oh-so sensitive spot were surrounded, and pressing into something. Her eyes widened. Was she really gaining a new entrance?
Snow continued the work, getting her fingers as deep as she could in her current position, before gently sliding them away. She slipped out of the embrace with the other pup, her heavy equine shaft falling away from the rest it had been placed on. “Hop up on the counter. This next part is gonna be using my tongue.” She winked.
Koni shivered, feeling suddenly quite cold along her spine without that heated rod resting there. She perked, looking to her new boss, before nodding eagerly, and hopping up onto the counter, shifting her weight until she was right on the edge. She spread her thighs out, and placed her hands on the counter behind her to keep stable.
Snow noticed that the position was quite a bit like hers when she was luring Beau in, and her shaft pulsed, spurting a bit of slick, clear latex. The dally didn’t mention this, however, and got into position, kneeling and using one hand to gently scoop Koni’s maleness up and out of the way, revealing to her the partially formed opening. She wasted no time in pressing her muzzle to it, and giving it a slow, deep lick.
The black lab cried out, another spurt of pre arcing out over her new employer’s back as her whole body was crashed over with a wave of pleasure. 
Snow moaned softly into her licking, pressing her tongue deeper with every draw of the slick oral appendage. She could feel how good this felt for the lab, and that just made her tail wag behind her.
Arianna peeked in from the kitchen. “Just about to get the pastries in the oven…” She trailed off, blushing a little.
Koni blushed deeply herself.
Snow just gave Arianna a thumbs up, her mouth clearly preoccupied. 
The jackal stared a bit longer, before slipping away, back to her baking. 
The lab just put her paws on her muzzle, trying to hide the blush ineffectively. Without her arms propping her up, however, the next surge of pleasure rippling up her body caused her to flop onto her back with a soft, surprised yip.
Perking, Snow pulled her muzzle away and stood up. “Are you okay?”
Koni quivered, her new sex flexing needily at the sudden lack of something to grip onto. “Y-yeah… just surprised.”
The white dally reached across the counter to give the Labrador a soft stroke. “I think I’ve gotten as deep as I can get just using my tongue. Luckily, that means you’ve got just enough space to start taking this…” She trailed off, stroking along her shaft. 
Curling her toes and shifting her hips, Koni looked conflicted. She panted a bit, before asking quietly. “I-if I feel uncomfortable, I just have to tell you, right..?”
Snow smiled warmly. “That’s right. Let me take care of you.”
It took a few moments, but the black lab got herself to relax, still breathing heavily. She couldn’t see that the slickened down band around her throat was turning a little more white the more she thought of her new boss as more than that.
With one more tender stroke to Koni’s cheek, the dally slipped away again, but this time the heated, blunt head of her shaft pressed between the lab’s thighs snugly. Snow casually shifted the floor beneath herself into a stepstool so her hips were the same height as her new pup’s own. Taking hold of a hip, she pulled herself forward slowly, feeling herself spurting slick into the already tongue-polished passage. 
Koni’s chest heaved as her mind was being overrun with the myriad new sensations. The grind of the flat tip against her folds, brushing against a new nub at their frontmost sending shivers up her spine. She tried to lay her palms flat on the counter at her sides, but her fingers kept curling, trying to grasp onto bedding that wasn’t there. 
Snow ground more and more firmly, feeling the new folds spreading a little bit more every time she added pressure. Her eyes were focused on the dog’s face however, ready to stop at the first sign of pain. She’d never done something like this before, and didn’t know how it could go wrong.
Suddenly, the black pup’s body arced off the counter, as her sex spread open enough to accept the head. She quivered and slumped back down to the smooth surface. “G-guh… That’s intense…”
“Would you like me to stop for a bit..?” Snow asked sweetly, rubbing her fingers along Koni’s hip. 
The Labrador shook her head with a soft, needy whine. “Please, take me…” As she spoke, the lighter band of shine at her throat rose up from her surface, looking more and more like the collar it was meant to be. 
Snow nodded, and focused. At the tip of her shaft she felt the ‘bottom’ of the passage she’d ‘carved’ out with her fingers and shaped with her tongue. She rocked her hips gently, grinding it in place, getting herself another spurt of pre. Slowly, she felt the passage deepen. Where Koni’s shirt had ridden up, she could see the fur starting to lay down and smooth into a black surface, spreading in all directions. She started to repeat this process, grinding her way deeper every time she had more room to fill.
Koni gasped and writhed blissfully with every inch gained, flexing her newfound folds desperately. She whined wordlessly and splayed her toes to either side of Snow’s wide hips.      
The white lab pressed her medial ring to those needy folds, cooing playfully. “That’s the halfway point, puppy. Still want more?”
“Gods, yes! Take me! I need to feel your hips pressed to mine!” Koni whimpered, her insides pulling greedily at the length of shaft already buried within them, even though it was technically as deep as it could go, for now…
“Then it’s time to start making you a womb…” Snow licked her lips slowly, rocking her hips. “So I can fill it, mark you from the inside as Mine…” 
Koni gasped at the words, and needily nodded. “Yours! Please, make me all yours!” as she spoke, the collar formed fully around her throat.
Grinning broadly now, Snow slowly drew her hips back a few inches. “Then give me a nice good squeeze, puppy. Show how much you want to be Mine…”
The black lab shuddered, and furrowed her brow as she focused on squeezing and pulling the girth inside her. Her thighs clamped down at the inner knee on Snow’s hips, and squeezed along with her passage.
Snow moaned out, a powerful shot of slick pumping from the tip of her equine shaft. Deep inside Koni, the end of the passage seemed to be indented, and then the indent started to swell on the other side.  She pressed forward, her head now pressed to the newly formed cervix. She stayed there a moment. She was close to her edge, but she was still only halfway buried into the other pup. However, she was certain climaxing would finish up the changes the lab desired. 
She took her hand that wasn’t holding onto Koni’s hip away from rubbing the base of her own shaft, and placed it on the newly glossy, black surface of the lab’s own canid shaft, rubbing firmly. 
“Muh-Miiih…” Koni struggled to make coherent sounds at the sudden addition of sensation, her whole body tensing up. 
“Mine.” Snow said firmly, jerking that shaft in her hand while pressing forward enough that her medial ring slipped into the black folds below.
Koni cried out louder than she had yet, the sound filling the empty shop as her shaft convulsed in Snow’s grip and started to gush thick, white latex in long strands, splattering down onto her shirt. At the same time, her folds gripped, pulled, and forcefully dragged Snow’s hips the rest of the way forward, spreading her partially formed womb open and forming a bulge at the base of her chest. 
Snow held on tightly, shuddering, before her shaft bucked, and thick, heavy liquid rubber gushed into the tight space, filling it in the first shot. She did her best to focus on finishing the changes while she was in the throes of her own climax. The same moment the dally’s seed gushed into Koni, a green tag burst into being from her collar, forming into a glossy disc, with her name and position imprinted on the front, and Snow’s claim on the back.
The black lab’s climax rocked her body for a few more overwhelming moments, before she started to calm down. Koni panted softly, and slowly looked down, to see a glossy black dome swelling up from her midsection. Every heated gush she felt inside her new feminine parts caused it to grow. “M-mistress…?”
The dally chrrled and ground her hips in place, “Yes, my good pup?”
“H-how much are you going to fill me…?” Koni blushed deeply, feeling the soft, squishy curve of her midsection, the sensitive surface making her quiver at the touch.
“Don’t worry.” Snow cooed soothingly, joining Koni in stroking over the swelling midsection. “If you can’t stand when I’m done, I’ll cover for you until you can. It’s the least I can do, really, for such a good girl~” 

In the afternoon, Trissie made his way down the street, humming softly. He weaved his way through the crowds, tail trailing behind. Soon enough he came to the familiar shop, but paused a moment, looking at the window. The painted sign in the window read “Snow’s Coffee and Pastries” in smooth, simple lettering, and around the ampersand was drawn a white dog collar with a green tag, in a heart shape.  Looking closer, there was a decal in the corner of the window declaring that the baker, Arianna, had won a baking competition on television. On the façade between the window and the door was a plaque telling of the building’s historical significance. 
Trissie pondered… those three things felt the same, but something was unfamiliar. He slipped through the door. 
As there usually was when he got to the shop there was a line to the cashier. As he approached the line, he sighed comfortably. The flooring felt padded, a nice relief after walking on concrete and asphalt most of the day. 
He bundled his tail behind him as he got into line, glancing over to see no one had taken his favorite booth. Trissie hummed idly along with his music in his headphones, taking a moment to step forward each time another customer was served. 
Eventually, he made it to the front of the line. He experienced a strange kind of reverse déjà vu. It felt unfamiliar, but at the same time he had no idea why it would be. 
Snow smiled down at him, wearing a snug black shirt with her shop’s signage printed on it, and a half-apron. Below that, Trissie couldn’t see, apart from the dal’s white tail wagging behind her. “What can I get for you, today?” When the skunk looked back to her face he spotted a green heart tag coming from a white collar that blended into her neck. On the heart was printed ‘Snow’.
Trissie smiled, blushing a little at the way she looked at him, but figured he must be imagining it. “I’d like a cocoa with extra crème and…“ He leaned slightly to peer into the pastry display case. “…a slice of that cinnamon swirl coffee cake.”
Snow began to tabulate that on the register, when a black canine came out of the kitchen at the back stifling a yawn. She was dressed in similar clothes, but wore a snug full apron, and her white collar had a circular green tag. The white canine turned, smiling. “Glad to see you’re feeling better, Koni. How is Arianna?”
Koni smiled wide, resting a hand on her gently curved midsection, jutting her curvaceous hips to one side. “Oh, she’s asleep. Nice and snug in bed.”
Snow reached to rub the labrador’s midsection affectionately with one hand. “Good girl. Now that you’re down here, you can help with the rush.”
Koni’s weight shifted to be even between her legs and she nodded. 
Her boss passed her the notes she’d been taking orders on.
The black lab wagged happily and headed to the various coffee machines on the wall behind the counter.
Snow turned back to Trissie. “Sorry about that.” She pressed a few more buttons on the register, and slid the card reader forward with a paw. 
The skunk pulled his wallet out and slid the payment card into the reader, before tapping his pin in with his thumb. When it chimed he removed his card and slipped it back into his wallet. 
The white dal smiled warmly, and gestured to the side.
Following the gesture, Trissie saw Koni there, smiling at him warmly, holding out a plate with coffee cake on it and a stand with a number clamped at the top, 15 in green. Trissie pocketed his wallet and moved to take those, and then went over to the open booth. As he approached he thought he saw a sign on the table, but it must have been the design on its surface playing tricks on him. He set down his plate, and then set the stand with his number at the edge of the table. He carefully fished his laptop from his bag, opened it, and plugged the power source into the socket under the table. He set his phone on the table next to the computer, and started up his music again. 
By the time he’d finished setting up, a black glossy hand set down a mug of steamy cocoa with a mound of whipped cream on top, a stirring spoon poking out to one side of the mass of aerated dairy and sugar. Looking up, he found Koni smiling down at him. “If there’s anything you can think of that you need to have your stay remain comfortable, please don’t hesitate to ask a member of the staff.”
Trissie nodded. “Thank you.” 
The black lab scooped up the stand and hipswayed away from the table. 
The skunk stared at her departing rear for a few moments, blushing, before taking his mug and blowing on it. He carefully used the spoon to stir and work the cream into the liquid until it was just a foamy head at the top. He blew on it again, and then took a sip. It was just cool enough to drink without hurting himself, and still warm enough that it didn’t taste like warm chocolate milk. He closed his eyes, taking another slow sip. The warm smile of Snow filled his thoughts, her gentle demeanor, and the way she cared for her employees was nice too. 
When he opened his eyes, Snow was sitting across from him in the booth. “Hey, Trissie.”
The skunk jumped a little in surprise, and then blushed at how foolish this felt. “Oh, hi Snow… I wasn’t expecting you to join me.”
The lab leaned her elbows onto the table, looking down at the shorter mephit with half lidded eyes. “Oh, I’m just checking in on you, that everything’s alright.”
The skunk nodded, “Yeah… this cocoa’s really good.”
Snow’s smile widened. “Oh, we just got in a special batch of crème for that. You’re the first to try it…”