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Bright light danced over her closed eyelids as she snuggled deeper into the blankets. Grasping at the frayed edges of her quickly fading dream, she fought against the impending morning. Try as she might, however, the damage was already done. With a resigned yawn and a deep stretch she cracked open her eyes. As her mind sluggishly pulled itself through her sleep induced haze, flashes of the previous evening crept their way forward. With a growing sense of unease, Hannah looked to the side. Devon lay there still asleep, mouth open and lightly snoring. His chestnut colored hair was sticking up in all directions against his satin pillow case as the morning sunlight gave a rose colored tint to his otherwise pallid skin.

Hannah let out a breath that she hadn't realized she was holding. The transformation really had worn off sometime during their sleep. Carefully, she sat up and edged her way gently from the bed. Worry nagged at the back of her mind. How would Devon feel now that he was back to normal? The Devon-Blitz hybrid had thoroughly enjoyed himself, but what about Devon without the lust-fueled instincts of Blitz? She chewed her lip as she quietly made her way down the hallway towards the kitchen. He would have every right to be furious, she thought as her insides churned.

She took a skillet from the rack and placed it upon the preheating stove-top. Her stomach rumbled as she pulled a carton of eggs from the refrigerator. She had always firmly believed that the best way to anyone's heart was through their stomach, and after all that had happened yesterday she couldn't recall either of them eating anything. Her stomach let out an angry growl. She was famished, and with any luck Devon would be too. A good preemptive apology meal may be just the ticket to ease the argument that she felt sure they would be having.

Hannah looked up as the click click click of Blitz's nails on the tiled floor echoed through the kitchen. A rush of guilty heat stole through her as the German Shepard came around the counter, tail wagging. "Oh shit," she murmured as a blush crept up her chest and over her face. Taking a deep breath, she walked over and opened the sliding glass door to their backyard. Blitz huffed as he gazed up at her expectantly. "Go on, out," she snapped as she shifted uneasily from foot to foot. The dog gave a low whine and then padded on outside. With an exhale, she shut the door and went back to her breakfast preparations.

Hands trembling, she cracked the eggs into a mixing bowl. She had been so worried about how Devon felt that she hadn't taken the time to figure out how she felt. Judging by the heat between her legs, the idea of revisiting a fur-clad Devon was something she was very interested in. Try as she might to drown out her newfound fetish in guilt, there was no denying that she now craved that roguish smile upon his muzzle and the feel of fur between her fingers. She swallowed thickly as she continued prepping the omelets. A sense of distress stole over her. What would she do if he had hated it, if he never wanted to merge again? Could she live with things as they had been before, knowing now what she was missing or was their marriage over? Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she heard the bedroom door swing open. Panic gripped her throat making it hard to breathe, and even harder to swallow. She stared intently into the skillet, as though willing it to flame up and consume her. Anything to avoid having to look into Devon's accusing, hurt-filled eyes.

She heard him inhale. "I am so insanely hungry," he said. She glanced up. His hair was still damp from the shower he must have just taken. He looked well rested, not at all like someone whom had just been stewing in anger and resentment. Afraid to get her hopes up and with hands still trembling she plated their omelets and carried them to the table. As she retrieved two glasses of orange juice, Devon practically fell upon his plate, inhaling his omelet like a ravenous wolf. He grinned up at her between bites of egg as she set his cup down before him.

"This tastes wonderful," he said, before tipping back the contents of his cup.

She smiled nervously at him as she picked at her own food. With a satisfied smack of his lips, he returned the cup to the table and picked up his plate. Leaning to the side, he placed his plate, laden with a few spare crumbs, onto the floor. A black furry blur darted across the room and began lapping at the sparse leftovers. Devon ran a hand down the cat's back.

Unable to take the suspense any longer, Hannah cleared her throat. "Devon, we should really talk about what happened yesterday," her voice rasped, barely above a whisper.

Devon, frowning, looked over at her. "What do you mean?"

"You don't... remember?" she looked at him incredulously.

"Of course I remember, I don't think I could ever forget it, but I don't know what we need to discuss?" He said as he looked down at their cat, Lucky. "I mean, okay so apparently magic spells are a thing and that's pretty weird but nobody got hurt and we both enjoyed it." His face fell, "We did both enjoy it, right?"

Hannah's shoulders sagged with relief. "Yes, it was good." She peered over at him, "So... you're really okay with it all?" He nodded. "You're not mad at me?" she asked tentatively.

"Well... that was a pretty douche move," Devon said, with a stern look upon his face, as he crossed his arms, "But... it was worth it," he smiled, "and I'm glad you did it."

Hannah felt at least ten pounds lighter as all of the tension fell away.

"Actually," Devon coughed as a blush peaked out from under the neckline of his shirt. "I was thinking, maybe we could try it again. Today. Maybe a different combination, get a.. a feel for what we really like."

Heat rose in Hannah's face. "Um, yea, okay. That sounds good."

"So..." Devon fidgeted. "What would you like me to merge with?"

Hannah's gaze wandered around the kitchen as she racked her brain for an idea. Her eyes fell upon Devon's hand, still petting the silky, soft fur of Lucky. With a shrug she said, "What about the cat?"

Devon gazed down at Lucky, and after a few moments of contemplation he said, "Sure."

"Um, and... do you want me to...?" she trailed off, unsure how to word it still.

Devon looked her over in silence. Now Hannah was the one to fidget as the seconds passed by slowly before he said, "Well, I really liked how you took control as a spider," he blushed, "but, spider silk is surprisingly difficult to get off afterwards. I wouldn't mind be dominated again."

Hannah ran through a list of animals she had seen in their backyard recently, none of them really seemed like they would be overly dominate. Brows furrowed, she asked, "Do you think the spell could merge two people together?"

Devon frowned, "I don't know. Why, who are you thinking?"

"Eva."

Devon's eyes widened, "Didn't she say she was a professional dominatrix at the neighborhood picnic last year?"

Hannah nodded.

Devon shifted in his seat as he contemplated it. "Let's do it. Do you think you can get her to come over?"

"Sure, I'll call her and ask to borrow some milk or something."

"Perfect, I'll wait behind the door, and when you two are face to face, I'll use the spell. Maybe you should use it on me first, make sure it still works." Devon said.

Hannah nodded, then went to retrieve the book. As she returned, Devon sat holding Lucky in his lap. She quickly found the proper page and uttered the incantation, "Comminsceo."

A breeze rustled through her hair as white light filled the kitchen. She opened her eyes as the light faded. A smile tugged at her lips. Devon now sported a thick coat of black fur, two large tufted ears and a look of bewilderment upon his face.

"Is something wrong?" Hannah asked.

Devon's whiskers twitched, "No, no it's fine. Just different. Blitz was full of energy and power and Lucky's just... well, different. So," he said as he pushed up from the table, tail swishing behind him. "You have a phone call to make." He padded across the kitchen floor and grabbed the phone from the counter. Hannah couldn't help but to admire his sleek new form, this Devon-Lucky hybrid was so much more lithe. He walked with an air of absolute dignity and grace, slinking through the kitchen with a sly grin on his face.

Hannah snickered as he held out the phone. "Eager?" she teased. Devon didn't reply, just fixed her with a haughty stare. She rolled her eyes as she took the phone from his outstretched paw. She quickly located Eva's number in her contacts list, took a deep breath and hit the dial button.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as the phone rang once and then twice with no answer. Her mind ghosted through countless different scenarios that she could use to convince her neighbor to come over. Her mouth felt dry, what if she couldn't convince her, what if she wasn't even home, worse yet... what if Eva somehow knew that something was up? Just as she was getting ready to hang up, Eva's voice rang out from the receiver, "Hello?"

Hannah quickly cleared her throat. "Eva? Hi, this is Hannah from across the street. Sorry to bother you but I was right in the middle of baking when I realized that I don't have enough milk. Could I borrow a cup?"

"Sure thing, Hun. Come on over, I'll get you a cup."

Hannah felt her stomach drop, she wasn't sure but she had a suspicion that it would be risky to do the merge at someone else's house. If she wanted to be the predominate one in charge, then it should probably take place on her own turf, after all. It just made sense.

"Um," Hannah fished around for an excuse. "I already have the mixer running and I'd hate to leave it going unsupervised. I don't suppose you would bring the milk to me?"

The other side of the phone went silent for several seconds before Eva sighed, "Uh, sure. I'll be right there."

Hannah flashed Devon a thumbs-up as she set the phone down. Devon grinned widely, grabbed the book from the table and silently padded his way to the front door. Hannah opened the door, giving Devon ample space to hide behind it, and stood with bated breath as Eva stepped from her own front porch. Hannah threw open the storm-door as the neighbor neared.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much!" Hannah exclaimed as Devon quietly read the incantation. A look of confusion crossed Eva's face as the wind picked up, before the blinding white light engulfed them both.

Hannah felt the familiar tugging at the back of her mind, however this time it was excitement that rose to meet it instead of the panic from before. A shudder wracked through her frame as the merge came to a close. Blinking, she cleared her eyes as she became aware of her surroundings once more. A shiver ran up her spine as a breeze blew across her nipples, instantly hardening them. Glancing down at herself she quickly realized that clothing does not merge.

"Well," she turned to look at Devon, whom was eyeing her with great interest. "Go fetch me some clothes."

Devon scoffed, "What's the point, you're not going to be wearing them?"

Hannah drew herself to her full height, her enlarged breasts pushed forward. She narrowed her eyes and pointed a meticulously manicured finger towards the hallway. "I gave you an order. I suggest you follow it, Pet."

Devon looked at her incredulously. "Excuse me?"

Hannah took a scarf from the coat rack and wrapped a bit of it around each hand before pulling it taut before her. "Don't make me tell you again." she threatened.

Devon eyed her warily before turning and padding away towards their bedroom. Hannah heard a knock on the door behind her. Turning, she came face to face with a scarlet faced mailman. With a smirk, she opened the storm-door and asked, "Yes?"

The flustered courier's eyes darted frantically around, trying his best to avoid looking directly at her. "H..here's your... your mail, ma'am," he stuttered, holding a hand full of mail out towards her while pulling his satchel over his tented trousers with the other hand. He darted back down to the sidewalk as soon as she had taken the mail. With a chuckle, Hannah closed the front door completely.

As she turned back around, Devon silently padded back down the hallway, clutching a pawful of black leather garments. "I don't know what happened to your clothes, this is all that was in the closet now," he shrugged.

Hannah nodded, "This will do nicely, Pet." She wasted no time donning the black leather underbust corset which left her large shapely breasts free. She quickly followed the corset with fishnet stockings, a skin-tight leather skirt, and a pair of latex, thigh-high high heeled boots. Devon watched with interest as she finished up her fastenings. Hannah had certainly never worn anything quite like that before.

She appraised Devon for a moment before turning and taking a collar and leash from the coat rack, where the scarf had hung before. Devon eyed it in confusion. "That wasn't there before," he said.

Hannah glanced down at the collar. She had known it was hanging there, it was the most logical place for her Pet's collar to be after all. The fact that she had no memory of ever hanging it there before, or even of buying it in the first place, hadn't even crossed her mind until now. She pondered it for a moment before shrugging, "Let's not think about it right now. We've got more important things to be doing."

Before he had a chance to react, she had the collar snapped firmly in place around his neck. She tugged on the leash, causing him to stumble. "Hey!" he protested. She pulled harder, making him fall forward into her. With one hand holding the leash taut, she pressed a fishnet-clad leg against his crotch and groped his ass with her other hand. She could feel his cock starting to swell as she held him tight against her. The sound of flesh on flesh resounded throughout the room as she spanked him hard across his fur covered rump. Just as he began to grind into her leg, she pulled away. Hand still on the leash, she turned and began making her way towards the bedroom. Devon growled quietly before turning to follow after her.

She pushed through into the room, Devon tailing behind her. There was a sharp intake of breath behind her, "What... but I was in here not ten minutes ago, and that," he pointed to the rack in the middle of the room, "was definitely NOT there."

Hannah smiled. "Well it's there now. Lay down, on your back."

Devon glanced between the rack and his mistress before deciding it was in his best interest to play along. Hannah watched as he settled himself down among the restraints. He laid stiffly upon the table, tail flicking worriedly.

"You were a very naughty pet," she murmured as she fastened first one paw and then the other to the metal bar above his head. He shifted uncomfortably as his limp cock began to re-harden. She trailed a nail teasingly down the length of his torso as she moved towards his feet. She yanked his legs apart and fastened each foot to the metal bar at the end of the rack. She gave the leash a tug, watching it tighten against his throat as she stood back and admired her work. "I think you need a reminder as to whom is in charge here," she purred. With a push of a button, the entire rack began to lower. Eyes wide, Devon pulled against his restraints. After a few seconds, Hannah released the button. The rack ground to a halt, just above knee-height.

Hannah swung one leg over the rack and sat down against Devon's chest. "Now, Pet, you are going to serve me. You don't stop until I tell you to, understand?" Devon swallowed thickly. Hannah tugged sharply on the leash. "Understand?"

Devon nodded.

Satisfied, she hiked her skirt up and moved forward. With one hand holding the leash tight, she threaded her fingers through the fur on top of his head. She pulled his head upwards, shoving his muzzle into her damp cunt. "Lick it," she ordered.

Devon began to comply at once, rough pink tongue lapping away at her folds, teasing his way to her clit. She tightened her hold on his fur as his tongue pressed against her, making her squirm. Her grip on the leash threatened to choke him as she ground herself down against him. He licked faster as her juices increased.

"Harder," she demanded. He sucked against her inner lips, teasing them with his sharp teeth. As the flat of his tongue rubbed against her clit, her legs began to shake, the fire began to flare in her core. She tightened her hold on his fur until she was sure it had to hurt. "That's right, Pet. Make me cum," she moaned. Whole body trembling, the fire rose higher and higher, threatening to consume her. Her nails dug into the skin beneath Devon's fur as her orgasm exploded, coating his tongue in her taste.

As her breathing slowed, she loosened her hold on his leash and stood up. "Good boy," she said as her eyes roamed over his feline body. She smirked as she caught sight of his hard, aching cock. Wrapping a hand around it, she gave it a firm squeeze. "Beg for what you want."

Anger flashed in Devon's eyes, the cat within refusing to sink so low as to beg for anything. Mouth resolutely shut, he glared at Hannah. She tightened her grip, making him squirm from the pressure.

"I said beg," she insisted, yet still Devon remained stubbornly silent. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," she shook her head. "Clearly you still haven't learnt, silly kitty." She released her hold on him and bent to undo his fastenings. "Stand up," she ordered.

He pushed himself up off the rack and flexed his wrists. Hannah took hold of his leash again, and moved back over to the button panel. With a button press, the rack raised back up to waist height. "I want you bent over that rack, arms straight out over your head."

Devon shifted awkwardly on his feet. The idea of being in such a compromising position had him harder than ever, but the cat was still fighting the urge to meet her demands. Hannah growled, then yanked on the leash. "Now," she ordered. Devon complied, his tail slunk between his legs covering his otherwise exposed rear. She quickly refastened his hands and tied his feet to the rack's legs. Standing back she gazed over him. His blush was apparent, even under his fur. He shifted against the restraints, cock trapped beneath his stomach and the padding of the rack. She looked around the room. Where once Hannah's paintings had hung on the wall, now an array of whips and flails were displayed. Choosing a short riding crop, she moved back behind her pet.

"You've been awfully disobedient today, I think a punishment is order," she snapped the riding crop in the air. Devon, eyes wide, tensed up. "I want you to be silent," she whispered into his tufted ear. He nodded and took a deep breath.

"One," she called out as the crop smacked against his ass. The sharp sting made his cock twitch beneath him, but his muzzle remained clamped shut.

"Two," the crop connected again. Devon jumped and rutted against the rack.

"Three," the smack resounded through the bedroom, followed closely by a low moan.

"Quiet, kitty," she taunted. "Four," the moan was louder this time as the crop connected with an exceptionally sensitive spot.

Hannah set the riding crop down. "So stubborn," she murmured as she rifled through the bedside table next to the rack. She pushed aside an array of sex toys that she couldn't quite remember purchasing, and pulled forth a black rubber ball gag. Holding the gag between her hands, she forced it into place. His teeth clamped down around the rubber as drool began to seep from the corner of his mouth. She picked the crop back up.

"Five," his moan was muffled by the gag as his cock was thrust against the padding.

Several numbers later, Devon was a trembling, panting mess, his dick and ass throbbing. Hannah tossed the riding crop aside. "Not bad," she said as she reached for a bottle in the nearby table. She coated her hands with the slippery lubrication, pulled back, and smacked him hard on the ass, leaving a damp handprint in his fur. She ran both hands over the firm globes. Scowling as his tail continued to cover him, she held it aside with one hand. She trailed a lube covered finger down the crack of his ass, coming to rest over his puckered opening. He squirmed under her grip as she slowly circled the tight ring of muscle. She smirked as she eased her fingertip inside.

Devon tried to calm his breathing. Hannah had never shown any interest in butt-play before, and while he had often wondered about it, it wasn't something that he had ever seriously considered. He couldn't deny that the sensation of her finger was intriguing.

She pushed deeper inside, again and again, coaxing his muscles to relax before withdrawing and returning with two fingers.

Devon whimpered around his gag as his dick began to soften. His ass was burning, not unpleasantly so but certainly not comfortably. He tried to pull his tail free, but Hannah held tight.

A third finger joined the others as she teased and stretched him. She grinned as he shifted beneath her, panting quickly. "I'll fill you soon, my naughty, sissy, kitty," she murmured.

A resigned resolve flooded through Devon as he watched her pull a harness from the table. She liberally poured a handful of lubrication over the stiff strap-on and then moved to position herself behind him once again. Devon took a deep breath as he felt the head of the rubber phallus prod against his backside.

Hannah watched with satisfaction as a shiver tore through him as she rocked against his entrance. With a flick of her hips, the tip pushed past the ring of muscle. He groaned around the gag. "That's right," she said, "you like being used, don't you?" She pushed further in, careful to allow him enough time to adjust to the intrusion.

Sweat dripped down his face as he clenched his teeth around the gag and willed himself to relax. She leaned over his back, breasts pressing against him as she steadied herself, propping herself up with her arms on either side of his shoulders. With a roll of her hips the toy was fully sheathed. Copious amounts of drool dripped from around the ball in his mouth as his eyes roamed over what little he could see in his current position, searching for anything that could distract him until she was finished. He eyed his mistress's fingers with their perfectly manicured, deep red nails. While his Hannah had always taken pride in her appearance, she had never cared to have her nails professionally done. For a woman that enjoyed digging in the dirt of her garden, paying for and maintaining a manicure had seemed like more trouble than it was worth. He gave a start when he realized that her wedding ring was no longer there. Brow furrowed, he ran a thumb over his palm and up to his own fingers. His ring was gone too, though he knew they hadn't stopped to take them off.

"Good pets get their reward," she whispered into his ear. Fireworks went off behind his eyes as she angled the toy to push into his prostate. His cock twitched with renewed interest at the intense pleasure even as Devon still desperately tried to distract himself from the unwanted attention. "And you're going to be a good pet, and do precisely as you're told so you can have more of this, aren't you?" She rammed back into his prostate, sending another wave of electricity through to his cock as his ass burned with the sensation of being so full.

His body trembled, he clenched his fists and closed his eyes as waves of mixed pain and pleasure washed over him with each thrust of her hips. His teeth ached from biting into the rubber ball as his trapped cock smeared pre-cum against his stomach. He tensed up and groaned into the gag as his traitorous body exploded, the last thrust into his prostate sending him over the edge as his prick shot out ropes of hot cum between the padding of the rack and his own body.

With a smirk, she withdrew from him. He cringed at the awkward feeling of his now empty, gaping hole. She removed the strap-on and set it aside for cleaning, before tending to his fastenings. She handed him a towel before taking the toy and heading towards the bathroom. Devon hastily scrubbed at his stomach and thighs before deciding that his backside would best be dealt with in the shower. Wincing as he stood up, he walked over towards the family pictures they had always kept on their dresser. With a frown, he picked up what had once been their wedding photograph. Now it showed this new Hannah-Eva hybrid standing with her foot upon his shoulder as he knelt beside her. His sense of unease grew as he peered at the other photos. They all showed similar scenes, Eva clearly in control while Devon was demoted to nothing more than a plaything, a pet. He jumped as he heard her reenter the room.

"I'm going to finish cleaning up in here, go get me a drink," she ordered as she replaced the toy back in the bedside table.

Devon dashed for the door, anything to put some distance between them. Tail twitching in irritation, he stalked down the hallway, brooding to himself. This Hannah-Eva hybrid was not working out for him. It was now clear to him, Eva didn't take partners, she took pets and he missed his wife.

He opened the refrigerator and peered inside. There, sitting on the bottom shelf, were two black styrofoam boxes that he was sure had not been there before. Taking one out, he looked at the receipt taped to the top.

Golden Oyster

Take Out Order #183

• 1 Fish Feast w/ extra sauce $14.98
• 1 Fried Shrimp w/ rice $ 9.98 __Subtotal: $24.96_ Sales Tax: $ 2.41_Total: $27.37

Devon frowned. They hadn't ever gone to the Golden Oyster before, he hated seafood. He cracked open the box. The pungent smell of leftover fish invaded his nose. His stomach growled, apparently Devon-Lucky did, in fact, like seafood. He shook his head and placed the box back before grabbing the pitcher of sweet tea. That had always been Hannah's favorite, at least that still seemed the same.

His eyes drifted to the clock as he rummaged around for a glass. It was barely noon. His stomach sank, there was no way he could tolerate another ten hours of this, what if she wanted to play again? Silently he crept to the edge of the hallway and peered towards the bedroom door. Ears twitching, he strained to hear any sound of Hannah finishing up. When no such sound reached him, he rushed back to the kitchen and pulled open the cupboard beside the fridge. His eyes scanned over the labels of medicine bottles they kept there. Devon had had a bad case of insomnia several months prior, he sincerely hoped that the merge had at least left that alone. A rush of energy coursed through him as he caught sight of his leftover prescription. Cracking the bottle open, he looked inside. 10 white tablets remained. The label said to take one at bedtime. He counted out three. Would three be enough, he wondered. He could easily divide it in half, five for each of them... but he wasn't sure how much it would take to overdose. He didn't want to kill her, he just wanted her back to normal as soon as possible.

Time was ticking. He took the three tablets and crushed them under their rolling pin before pouring the powder into the tea. He impatiently swirled the spoon with bated breath. Once satisfied that it had all dissolved, with a heavy, hammering heart he carried the cup back to the bedroom.

Hannah looked up from the display of whips on the wall. "Ah, finally," she said as she took the cup.

Devon held his breath, afraid to look away as she took a first drink. She drained half the cup in a single swig, apparently pegging took it's tole. He stood against the wall, ears laid back, fidgeting as he watched her sip through the rest of the tea while she peered through their closet. She yawned as she set the cup down.

"I was thinking, we should head to town in a bit and pick up some new toys," she called out as she held up a well-worn pair of leather cuffs.

Devon grimaced, "Sounds... good."

"Looks like the batteries in the vibrator need replaced as well," she yawned again. "Dammit, I'm exhausted," she sighed. "We'll head to town after I take a nap." She turned towards Devon, "I trust that you can find something to do while I sleep."

Devon nodded. He shifted anxiously from side to side as she left the bedroom and made her way to what had once been their guest room. He waited until he heard the click of the door, then he silently padded after her. With one tufted ear pressed against the door, he listened intently, waiting for the first sounds of sleep. His entire body slumped with relief as he finally heard the first soft snores.

Confident that she was asleep, he returned to the kitchen and poured himself a drink. He had nothing against being an anthro-cat, but he was beyond ready to put an end to the day. He crushed three more tablets and tipped them into his own cup of tea. The sooner he was asleep and the sooner that they went back to normal, the sooner he could pretend that nothing had happened.