Golden Recall

By xerox2

Buck tried his best to seem calm as he rushed through the sterile hallways of the clinic toward his room. His left hand clasped the back of his medical gown shut. The other patients and medical staff glanced his way as he waddled past the common area and into the lodgings, but he didn't slow down. He couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous, but then again, he didn't remember anything farther back than three months ago.

As he approached his door, he heard a distinctive pair of heels clicking toward him. Looks like he hadn't escaped attention after all. He jiggled the handle, but it was locked. Now was not the time for this.

"Good morning, Buck! How are we doing today?" Came a sing-songy voice behind him. He spun around, still holding the rear of his gown.

"Morning Brenda. Just trying to get into my room. I forgot my key." He knocked.

"Is everything alright?" She leaned and peered toward his behind, "did someone have an accident?" She was one of those nurses who thought smiling incessantly constituted good bedside manner, and Buck found her insufferable. Her "Moreau Amnesia Institute" badge rested tangent to her bulging scrubs.

"No, I did not 'have an accident,' Brenda. And I'm kind of busy here, so if you don't mind," he knocked loud enough for his door to rattle in the frame.

"Oof! Looks like someone has a case of the Mondays!" She put on an exaggerated frown for a moment then whispered, "have you had a breakthrough? Did you remember something?"

"No, I didn't remember, I just--" The door finally opened. Saved. Margret peered through the crack with a pair of half-soaked bath towels wrapped around her hair and torso. "Have a good one, Brenda."

The dripping woman scooted out of the way and let Buck shuffle past her.

"You sure you're good, Buck?"

"I'll take it from here, Brenda. Thanks." She promptly closed the door and turned to Buck who was now trembling in the center of the room. "Forget your key again, Honey? One time you lost your keys at the ski resort and had to wait two hours in the blistering cold for me to bring you the spare."

"Yes. My forgetfulness knows no bounds, I guess," he sighed and relaxed a bit. A good scolding from his wife always made him feel at home. "Margret, I need to show you something. . ."

The towels dropped to the floor, revealing her trim, womanly figure. "You know, you shouldn't be so rude to Brenda. I know the past few months have been difficult for you, but you have to appreciate just how much the institute has done for you."

"Oh, so much," he grumbled. "Three months of sitting on this stupid island. Hundreds of hours of invasive tests, and I still can't remember anything more than bits and flashes of my life before. And now--"

"Oh Bucky, Bucky, my poor darling. . ." Margret pulled him into an embrace. "They're paying for all of this. They flew us out here, provided us a room, food. A balcony with a wonderful tropical view. Lord knows I haven't gotten to work on my novel this much in years. Your memory will come back. These things just take time." She gave his forehead a gentle kiss, and her hand slid down his back. He clenched his eyes shut in preparation for her reaction, and she froze as her fingers brushed the, "Hair?"

"That's what I wanted to show you," he whimpered. Together they removed his gown to reveal a rather large patch of silky golden hair covering his lower back. Margret ran her fingers through it, staring and examining the growth. "I discovered it in the bathroom a minute ago. It wasn't there this morning. It's so bizarre, and it's not like the rest of my body hair either. It's smoother and longer like. . ."

"Fur?"

"Well I was going to say head hair, but that works too." As she stroked it, it felt almost as it did when she massaged his scalp. Even without looking, he could tell which areas of his back were covered with the stuff. The growth started almost halfway up his back and traveled down along his spine, spreading out to cover the upper parts of his butt cheeks. The cold of the room put goosebumps on most of his body, but the hairy areas were warmer and felt protected. It was like wearing a shirt but without the chafing against his skin.

"Is it growing anywhere else?" she asked, kneeling down to examine his thighs and groin. "Have you told the nurses?"

"No and no." He reached behind and gave the hair a tug. Ouch. It was firmly attached.

His wife stood, turned him around, and gave a reassuring smile. "It must just be a side effect of the medication. We can show them tomorrow. It's nothing to be concerned about." She kissed him and turned back to the still-running shower.

Buck was relieved. If Margret didn't think it was a big deal, it must not be. He found that he had a great deal of trust in her that his amnesia couldn't erase. He entered the bathroom as she was getting in. With a gesture she invited him to joi, and he sidled in next to her. In an instant they were soaked.

Margret squeezed some shampoo into the palm of her hand and started to lather them up, being careful not to miss Buck's newest locks. "How are we feeling, little guy?"

"Better."

"Good enough to have a little fun tonight?" She asked, squeezing her breasts together provocatively.

"Not tonight, no," he mumbled. In spite of the connection he felt with his wife, something just hadn't been there recently when it came to romance. His libido was healthy if his encounters with Daisy, one of the other patients, in the common areas were any indication. For some reason he just hadn't felt the same spark with Margret.

She sighed, dropping the act. "When then?"

"Tomorrow."

"You promise?"

"I promise." He hated disappointing her.

After the shower they lounged around the room a bit. Margret worked on her novel as Buck gazed at the birds outside. He never seemed to get tired of watching them come and go. A few framed photos of some of his life's major events had been placed around the room. The doctors said it would help him remember. His graduation was on the dresser, and the nightstand had his wedding. It wasn't too long ago. Margret hadn't aged a bit. A little pair of pills rested on a napkin near the photo. He drank the water, palmed the pills, and flushed them. His wife didn't have to know about that.

That night his dreams were more vivid than they had been. Everything was still vague and disjointed, but there were some distinct images. There was a field, and a house. Then he was moving quickly, close to the ground. The smell of ammonia. The warmth of a fire. Then food. He couldn't tell what it was exactly, just that he was eating it as fast as possible and loving it. Finally the most vivid sensation of all: licking. And each lick brought greater clarity. What was he licking? Skin? Himself? Yes it was himself, and where was he? It was warm and covered. Was he in bed?

His eyes began to open. Sun was streaming through through the palm trees into their room. The dream melted away, but he realized he was still mid-lick. His hand was moist and tongue bone-dry. With a yawn, he drew his tongue back up into his mouth. It felt totally bizarre, and not just because it was dry. He stuck it out and felt it touch the tip of his chin. That was odd. he reached up and felt it, and sure enough it was longer. Much longer. He tried to lick the tip of his nose and almost tagged himself in the eye by accident.

With a start, Buck jumped out of bed and fell to the floor, taking half the quilt with him. His wife groaned a wordless complaint and dragged it back over her. A quick glance in the bathroom mirror told him that today was going to end up being more complicated than he bargained for. He immediately noticed that his face was wrong somehow. It wasn't something that just anyone would notice, but the bridge of his nose was shallower, and his chin was smaller. Ears that his wife liked to call "cute" had grown noticeably. Cautiously, he stuck out his tongue to its full length, and it hung far past his chin. It was flatter, too. In fact it reminded him of a dog's tongue. Experimentally, he moved it to and fro, and shivered as the cool air touched it.

A ball traveled down his throat into the pit of his belly. His hands confirmed what his eyes saw in the reflection, and he soon found that his changes weren't limited to his face. His fingers were shorter than they had been, especially his pinkies. And craning his neck around he could see that the small patch of fur now covered his back, and his hairline seemed to have crept down his neck and forehead.

"Matha!" He yelped, startled at the sound of his own voice. "arr, arr. gah ga. Arga. Maaaargareth!" close enough. He ran into the bedroom and shook her awake. She rolled over, yawned, and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw her husband she was startled, but only for a moment. She sighed, reached a hand up and touched the tip of his ear, which twitched unexpectedly.

"Oh you poor thing. We really have to talk to Dr. M about this today." Margret sat up and looked him over. "What's different this morning?"

Buck frantically pointed all over his body. His heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his ears. After a brief frenzy he spat out, "Aa my tonge!" and let it hang out of his mouth.

"Oh wow. Well that really is something." Margret calmly noted, picking it up between thumb and forefinger and checking the bottom of it.

"Whaas Haapening?" he whimpered.

She took a deep breath and exhaled calmly. "Oh well, it must just be a side effect of the medicine, like I said yesterday. We'll go talk to the doctor this morning after breakfast. It's nothing. You'll be back to your old self in no time." She smiled and kissed him on the nose.

Something seemed off about this situation to Buck. "Thith ith not normal. I feel weeird."

"Oh Hogwash!" His wife said, smiling. "This sort of thing happens all the time! Once, when I was a little girl my chickenpox medicine made me lay eggs! You probably had something similar happen to you when you were a kid. You just don't remember it, poor thing. Come here." She half-pulled, half-guided him onto the bed and started petting his fur from the tip of his head to his behind. "There there. Everything will be fine."

Her touch was calming, but something about her story wasn't right. While it was true he didn't remember anything before the clinic, he didn't really feel like this was the sort of thing medicine could do. She always seemed to have a story to back up her arguments. Something beyond his memory and contestation. This time, something gave him the impression that he just couldn't trust her.

She stretched and dangled her feet off the bed. "I'm going to take my morning shower. When I'm done we can grab breakfast and then it's off to the Doctor. I promise. Stay here. Stay." She shut the bathroom door behind her.

Buck did not stay. He threw on a medical gown as quickly as he could and checked the peephole to the hall. Clear. The only person he could picture trusting at a time like this was Daisy. They had had their orientation together when they first arrived three months ago. She was one of his earliest memories, and they spoke often about their experiences at the clinic. He had a hard time admitting it to himself, but he had fallen for her. Of course she had her husband staying with her, much as he had Margret. So it seemed that his crush was doomed to remain just that for the foreseeable future. With a deep breath, he quietly opened the door and was off.

The Institute ran like a well oiled machine, and it started early. Daisy's room was in the East Wing, so he'd have to cross through the cafeteria. No one would notice his changes unless they took a close look, so, learning from the mistakes of yesterday, he decided to simply walk casually across common area. He only sped up once when he heard Brenda's laughter around a corner, and before long he was in front of Daisy's door.

Suddenly he was having second thoughts about this whole thing. What if she freaked out when she saw him? What if her husband Michael thought he was trying something? Just as he turned to leave, the door opened, and Daisy's petite arm pulled him inside.

"Oh my God, Buck you have no idea how happy I am to see you," she exclaimed through a towel that was wrapped around her head so that only her eyes were visible. Her room was in a state of disarray. The standardized furnishings were scattered. Breakfast, books, and photos littered the floor, and as he surveyed the area she replaced a chair that had barricaded the door. Michael was lying face-down on the couch. Buck's hair stood on end at the sight. She must have noticed his surprise, "He's just asleep. I hope."

"Whaa happened?" he asked with his best enunciation.

"Oh my God, it's happening to you too, isn't it? Your ears." She reached up and touched one then started removing the towel on her head. It seemed like she had it much worse than him. Her blonde hair spilled free accompanied by two triangular floppy ears. The tip of her nose had darkened and started to turn black, and the shape of her face had changed more dramatically as well. What could only be described as a small muzzle was starting to form on her face, and her brow had undergone the same reconfiguration as his own.

Seeing Daisy like this intrigued him. Is this what he was going to look like soon? She could still speak well, which was more than he could say about himself. "Look ah this!" He reached his tongue up and touched the spot between his eyes, then stuck it out for her to examine. She jumped a bit in surprise, then prodded it with her fingers. Her touch made the tip of his nose tickle for some reason.

"Just like Bella! Two weeks ago she pulled me aside and showed me her tongue, and it looked just like yours. The next day, she was nowhere to be found. They said she had left because she regained her memory, but it just didn't seem right." She started shivering. "When I started changing and Michael gave me this spiel about side effects. . I just didn't know who I could trust anymore. He tried to take me to the Doctor, and when I refused he grabbed me."

"And you knocked him ouu?"

"I put sleeping medicine in his breakfast this morning. We struggled, and then he just sort of passed out." She turned toward him, and for the first time Buck noticed a long hairless protrusion from her behind.

"You have a tail." He said, matter-of-factly. When he mentioned it, it curled between her legs and tapped the front of the gown.

"Y-you don't?" She asked, embarrassed. Buck wasn't disturbed by Daisy's changes. In fact, they made his heart go crazy. It must have been the adrenaline. He turned around and opened up the back of the gown. "Oh wow. Fur." She touched it, then started running her fingers through it. The sensation was amazing. "It's so silky."

Slowly, he brought his arms up through the sleeves and let his gown drop to the floor. Daisy's eyes ran over his naked body, taking in the changes. Then, without any words, she too removed her gown. The first thing Buck noticed was that she was absolutely beautiful. Changes or no, there was something about her that he found enchanting. Her tail started to relax, and he noticed that she seemed to have full control over it. It emerged from the base of her spine, right between her perfectly shaped butt cheeks. She had grown two additional pairs of nipples on her stomach in two neat rows.

They leaned this way and that, examining each other. There was no sign that Daisy was ashamed or awkward anymore. She touched his fur, and he held her tail. They wound around each other, showing themselves off, and discovering in turn. She kneeled down to examine his toenails, which had grown dark. As she looked up, she accidentally touched his penis with her head. He froze. She looked up at it, regarded it, and then, without warning, stuck her tongue out and gave it a lick. Buck inhaled sharply. It felt good.

"Eek! I'm sorry!" Daisy, said nervously. "I don't know what came over me. I just-- The smell and-- "

"No. I mean, I.. . I liked it." his penis started to plump up as blood rushed into it. She paused for a moment taking in what he had just said, turned back, and started licking it in earnest. He couldn't believe what was happening, but something about it felt so right. As she continued, her careful, erotic teasing turned into an eager lapping. No part of his privates were left untouched. Her tongue lifted and jostled his balls, and her saliva coated his now rock hard shaft. Her tail made a scuffing sound as it wagged back and forth across the carpet. Raising up on her knees, she opened wide and took his length into her forming muzzle. More and more of his penis entered her mouth, until his sack brushed against her chin. She was really putting the extra length in her face to work, and it was amazing.

As Daisy's head bobbed up and down, an earthy and potent aroma started to fill the air. At first it was hardly noticeable, but soon it hung heavily in his nose. It was energizing, complex, and compelling. It was as if many scents had layered themselves upon each other, and he could smell each piece of it in turn or take it as a whole. He craned his neck as he smelled, trying to triangulate its source. "What is that smell?"

"Mmmnm," hummed Daisy, her mouth filled with cock. As excellent as the blowjob felt, he was now consumed. With a touch he signaled her to pause. His hard cock flopped out of her mouth, and a thin, shiny line of saliva ran from her lower lip to his tip. He bent down. It was coming from Daisy. His face traced the scent across her smooth skin, touching as it went. He paused to kiss her neck as he brought his face lower and lower. Still kneeling, Daisy had to spread her legs to accommodate Buck as he pressed down into her groin. He was practically laying on the ground now, but he definitely found the source. Her pussy was already soaking wet, and as he drew near the smell enveloped him. His changed tongue shot out, as if on instinct to get a taste. He made contact on her front side and dragged it through her folds all the way to her rear. Daisy gave a gasp and a slight moan. It was long enough to make contact across the length of her pussy, and the taste was absolutely incredible. He began lapping at her pussy, exploring and experiencing it as she panted above him.

Not one to be left out of the fun, Daisy brought her face to his penis and continued the blowjob. Her tail touched the top of Buck's head in this position. He probed her opening, and then plunged his tongue into her. If he brought his lips close enough to kiss her labia, he could drive himself deep inside. Her walls squeezed and milked the invading muscle for all they were worth, and the pair shuddered in mutual pleasure.

In the back of his mind he noticed his feet cramping and lower back aching, but he was thoroughly distracted. Peering upwards, he could actually see tiny blonde hairs sprouting from Daisy's tail, and he could feel her tongue wrapping around his penis. The sight of it drove him crazy, and he felt himself nearing orgasm. She must have felt it too, because right as he was about to cum, she took his entire length into her mouth and teased her tongue across his balls. His orgasm became his world for a moment as he deposited heavy jets of cum down her throat. She withdrew, and one burst of jism got her square beneath the eye. The two panted as they laid together for a moment, enjoying the afterglow. There was no awkwardness in the fact that they had just ravished each other. It just felt like the right thing to do at that moment.

There was a groan from the couch as Michael shifted. The couple immediately bumped and scrambled their way to their feet. There was a moment without any movement, and they breathed a sigh of relief. Buck reached between his legs, grabbed his garment, and carefully bound Michael's hands together. His fingers had gotten even shorter since this morning as they continued their transition into paws, and fine motor control was becoming trickier. Daisy tackled tieing up the feet and even shoved one of his socks into his mouth.

The lovers turned their attention to each other, knowing there had been changes during their romp. "Buck, my mouut," Daisy was sticking out her tongue. It matched his own. Her tail was also on its way to being fully covered in blonde fur, and it was spreading to her crotch as well. Checking the mirror, he saw that the changes in his face had progressed. His nostrils were starting to expand and tilt upwards, and his jaw was becoming narrower and longer. Lifting his lips, he could see his teeth beginning to come to points. He felt something brush against a piece of spine he didn't know he had before and with a bit of concentration he could move his new stub of a tail. "It's cuute!" Daisy giggled.

Something needed to be said about what just happened. "Daisy I always felt we shoo be together. I know its weird but--"

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pulled him into a sudden, passionate, and entirely ungraceful kiss. "Me too." She said, staring into his eyes. Hers were turning dark and animalistic, but it gave him butterflies none the less.

"We cannoh stay here," he ventured. "We have to go." She nodded and they set about raiding the closet. None of the patients were permitted to wear anything other than the gowns, but Michael had a good selection to borrow from. He was a bit larger than both of them, so when they were finally done dressing themselves, they looked thoroughly ridiculous. Daisy had found some dog-bone print pajama pants and a blue dress shirt that hung off of her like a dress or a straight jacket. Buck sported a Johnny Bahamas hawaiian shirt, some shorts cinched with a belt, and a pair of sunglasses just for good measure. He would have laughed if he dared.

"Well we aren't going to sneak ouh," Diasy pointed out.

Just then there was a slam at the door that caused the both to jump. "Michael? Is Buck in there? We've got a runner!" Brenda. Buck gave a grunt that sounded a bit too much like a growl and positioned himself behind the couch. Daisy joined, and with a heave they pushed the couch, sleeper and all, in front of the door. The knocking grew louder and then stopped. There was the beep of a key card being swiped, and the door started rattling against the couch. "Here! Here! He's in here!"

The balcony was their only possible avenue of escape. Thankfully, a palm tree touched the railing. It was risky, especially as uncomfortable as he felt in his own skin, but Buck decided to chance it. They hugged briefly in a show of support, and Buck cautiously wrapped his arms around the trunk. It wasn't really that smooth. In fact, the bark gouged and scraped him on the way down. It was tricky, and he slipped a bit once or twice, but soon his feet were on solid ground again. Daisy went next. She was shaking more than the fronds above her. Her toenails had really progressed into claws at this point, but she still only made it about two thirds of way down before falling. Luckily for her, he was ready to catch her. The impact brought both of them to the ground with a crash.

A pair of patients who were playing chess on the patio heard the noise and glanced over only to see a bizarrely dressed couple sporting furry tails dusting themselves off before dashing away from the building. Buck could hear the door to Daisy's room smashing to bits as they sprinted across the lawn toward the jungle. Urgent voices that barked commands became distant, then ceased. The pair ran as fast as they could through the dense undergrowth. Unnamed jungle birds sang in the canopy as twigs and leaves crackled underfoot. Neither of them were wearing shoes, and the ground was painful to run on. The air was thick and humid, and they quickly found that they had lost the ability to sweat. They lolled their tongues as they ran to keep cool, and it worked pretty well. All sorts of new, interesting smells started to appear. The sticky sap of a wounded tree mingled with the earthy aroma of decaying plant and something else that smelled like it could be edible. If they got away, he'd have plenty of time to enjoy his newly enhanced nose.

The running, smells, and panting started to stir something deep within him. This wasn't his first time doing this. He could place a couple of those smells, and he had some sort of muscle memory to stick out his tongue when he started to overheat. It was all very reminiscent of his dream last night.

After maybe half an hour of running they came to a small creek. He was parched, so they paused for a moment. When he bent over to get a drink, he caught a glance of his reflection. From a distance, someone could mistake his face for a dog's. His ears had grown enough for the tips to flop forward, and his lips were quickly growing thin and black. Thanks to his growing muzzle, his mouth was also longer, extending farther up toward his jaw bones. He tried to make an "O" with his lips, but found that he had very limited control. It almost felt like they were paralyzed. Talking would be impossible like this. With a paw, he splashed a little water onto his face to break the reflection. His pinky was purely vestigial, and his other digits were swollen and short. He tried moving them individually, but found that he had almost no detailed control. Next to him, Daisy had taken to lapping at the water noisily. Her face had transformed even more than his, but something about it still said "Daisy" to him.

His first attempt to suck the water up, as a human would, failed miserably. He couldn't dip his lips into the water without dunking his nose as well. To make matters worse, when he tried to suck the water in, air leaked in through the sides of his muzzle. He huffed to get the water out of his nostrils and tried simply biting at the water, which worked alright. Thirst quenched and breath caught, the pair stood up again. Buck's tail had grown to about the same length as Daisy's now, and it was covered in mud from the banks of the river. It made a mess of the back of his pants, and they were starting to sag as his hips became narrower.

The lovers shared a moment, standing in the creekbed, cold water glistening over their changing toes. Mimicking a kiss, they touched their noses together. "I love you," whispered Daisy.

"I love you," he echoed, with a supreme effort. The rest was needed, and it was nice to give the hum of nature a word in edgewise; But both of them knew that they couldn't wait long. Buck pointed downstream. Walking in the water would hide their scent and make them harder to track. His feet were getting chilly, so he started walking on his tiptoes. It was more comfortable anyway.

Smooth river rocks shifted under foot as they made their way. They often found themselves placing a paw on one another's shoulders to keep from falling over. This was partly due to the difficult terrain, but also a result of their changing legs and hips. The transition to canine was speeding up now. Buck tried to keep track by making anatomical landmarks in his mind. "This is how my foot looks now," he'd think to himself. "My little toe has moved toward my heel. The tip only reaches the start of the next toe." Next time he checked in he could tell it had continued its journey to becoming a useless dew-claw.

There was no real plan. Both of them knew it. The meds must have been holding these symptoms at bay, not causing them. It wasn't like they were going to find a hidden cache of the stuff out here anyway. Would they just accept their new existence as wild dogs? They would hunt and huddle for warmth until one of them got sick or injured or until they couldn't find food. Then what? The uncertainty scared him more than the transformation. Maybe someone would feed him, or maybe the Moraeu Institute really could help them. Maybe they'd just end up crawling back.

Just as it started to grow truly dark, they broke through the treeline onto an empty, sandy beach. End of the line. It had been difficult to track the sun while they were under the canopy, but now it blazed from behind the horizon, painting the sky some strange mix of blue and green. It wasn't noticeable in the brush, but his vision must have adjusted. Daisy tapped on his shoulder and pointed at something distant. A shack? It was something. They approached it just within the treeline, cautious about leaving obvious tracks in the sand.

The structure was indeed some kind of shack. Its paint peeled off in large chunks, battered by the ocean winds. It looked like no one had used it in quite a while. With some difficulty, Buck heaved a small boulder between his paws and broke the rusty lock. Inside was bare, save some weathered pieces of lumber. The wind was starting to get chilly outside so they piled in. Daisy scooted a piece of wood against the door to keep it shut. This wasn't a bad shelter. It was pretty dark, but light could enter through the cracks between the boards.

Their clothes were in tatters at this point, so they simply shed them. Most of their bodies were covered in some degree of fur now anyway so there was no point to covering themselves with the ill-fitting garments. They collapsed and huddled together on the floor, sharing warmth. They were exhausted, but there was too much adrenaline running through them to sleep. Neither dared to attempt conversation. Buck tried mouthing vowels and maneuvering his tongue, but it was hopeless. He nuzzled his head between Daisy's neck and shoulder in a showing of solidarity. A moment later she returned the gesture and gave him a slow lick of affection as well.

After a brief rest, they started exploring each others bodies again. Daisy's breasts had began to shrink, and more pairs of nipples poked out from the downy fuzz on her belly. Their faces were almost entirely canine at this point, and their arms and legs had began to shorten noticeably. Their hands had both transformed mostly into paws as well. Coarse pads covered what used to be their palms, and Buck quite enjoyed the feeling of her rough nails gently scratching his back. He began to turn his attention lower. As he started to sniff around her groin, she paused her investigation of his body and froze. Down there, he caught a whiff of something not unlike the musky scent that entranced him back in her room.

She shifted. At first Buck thought he had crossed a line, but then daisy got to her hands and knees with her backside pointed his way. Cautiously, he inched forward and brushed her thigh with his nose. Upon feeling his touch, she immediately lifted her tail, as if on reflex. Other than this movement, she remained mostly still but unprotesting. Though it was dark, he could see that her pussy had undergone some sort of transformation. Instead of the normal human mound that he was familiar with, there was a very canine opening. Its lips had become puffy and spade-shaped. A touch with his nose confirmed that it was just as soft and supple as it looked. A bead of wetness formed in the Y-shaped crack, and the smell hit him ten times as hard as it had before.

Without thinking, his tongue lashed out and lapped against her folds, eliciting a gasp. Between his legs, he felt his penis grow rock hard. It was still human, save a light dusting of fur around his ballsack. He started lapping at her privates, but this time it was much less satisfying than it had been before. He was parched with lust, and this licking wasn't doing much to quench it. Signalling that she felt the same, Daisy circled around, reached her head between his legs, and give his balls and cock a lick. It wasn't felatio; it was a reminder. She was trying to tell him "remember, you've got one of these!"

Buck didn't need any more encouragement. He shifted around on his hands and knees until he was behind her, and, with a small hop, mounted her. Her tail brushed against his right flank as he shifted his hips around searching for her opening. He felt the heat as his cock slapped ungracefully against her pussy. He flexed it up and brought the tip against the opening, but it slipped off. Once more, and he felt himself sink in an inch of two. Jackpot. Slowly, cautiously he started to thrust. He was afraid to go too fast, but she took each inch eagerly. Her tongue hung out of the side of her mouth as she lustily panted with half-lidded eyes. What she lacked in outward movement, she made up with her insides. He felt her passage flexing and squeezing his cock as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of her. Finally, he hilted. His balls slapped against her mound audibly, and the touch drove him wild.

All restraint melted away. Instead of kneeling, he placed his new foot paws directly onto the ground. His hips cracked as they shifted into a position that supported his furious pounding, and he started thrusting as quickly as possible. As pleasure clouded his mind, he panted as well. A dribble of drool leaked onto her back, but he didn't care. She was his bitch after all, and if he wanted to drool on her as he fucked her, then so be it.

His cock felt like it was burning up from their body heat and the friction. With the heat came a change in sensation. On his deepest thrusts, he felt his skin starting to bunch around the base of his penis almost like a sleeve that had been pushed up an arm. The tip of his dick felt different as well, but it was difficult to say exactly how. All he could tell was that it felt parts of Daisy's insides that he hadn't been able to before. His balls drew up to his body and shifted so that they rested in a straight line rather than side by side. Soon he would get used to thinking of his left testicle as the his rear testicle. But the biggest difference he noticed was in the base of his shaft, just above his new sheathe. There was an immense pressure building there, and it began to catch a bit on her entrance as it bulged outward. He pulled backwards, and the lump popped out. For a moment he couldn't squeeze it back inside of her, but he adjusted his forelegs and pulled and pushed with all his might. It went slowly at first, but at the half-way point it the bulge practically burst into her.

The familiar feeling of orgasm began to build within him. This time, instead of being focused on his glans, the pleasure radiated out of his new knot. As his heart pounded, his dick swelled more and more, filling every inch of Daisy. In the back of his mind he was amazed both with how large his knot must have been getting and with how much she could handle. Then, when his cock couldn't possibly inflate any larger, he came. Spurt after spurt of hot cum was delivered deep into her insides. It seemed like a lot to him, so he could only imagine how she felt.

Finally, the haze of pleasure and lust began to fade. He had never had such an long orgasm before, nor one as extreme. He took a moment to catch his breath, then lifted his right paw over and dismounted. He expected his penis to slip out, but they remained firmly stuck together. He gave it a bit of a tug and Daisy yelped. Slowly it started coming back to him. Dogs got stuck together after mating, duh. He should have remembered earlier. It felt like something he was very familiar with.

There was a noise, and both of their ears perked up in unison. There it was again. A voice somewhere distant outside. The sun had set at this point, but a bright white light panned over the shed. People. Daisy and Buck scrambled in vain as the voices drew nearer and nearer, but it was no use. They wouldn't be able to run like this. They shuddered in anticipation. The door exploded inward with a crash, barely missing Buck's head. Michael, Margret, and Brenda towered over them and shone lights about the shack.

"Yup. In the shed!" Shouted Brenda triumphantly. "We have to remember to thank Joe for those GPS chips. We would have never found them way out here."

Michael nodded. "Go fetch us another cart Brenda. We'll stay with these two." The behemoth of a woman turned and hobbled off.

Margret leaned in slowly, holding metal choke collars. "Had some fun guys? It's okay, you're not in trouble." the dogs edged away, "easy, easy. We're going to take you home now. Feed you. Everything's going back to normal."

Buck found her voice reassuring, and he let her move in close with the collar. She threaded his nose through the hole in the center, being careful not to poke his eyes on its edges. Michael entered and did the same for Daisy. "Once mates, always mates, I suppose," he chuckled. "Look at this stud. Gets her out of my sight for one minute and they're already stuck together." They attached leashes to the collars and waited patiently for their post-coital tie to die down.

"Oh man, look at these clothes," remarked Margret. "Uncle M will probably reimburse you." She smiled and ran her fingers through Buck's fur.

"He'd best do that and then some. I didn't sign up for getting poisoned. She could have killed me!" He smiled at Daisy like she had just shredded the newspaper, then frowned. "Man, I really thought it was going to take this time."

"Ah don't sweat it. Ninety-four days before a regression! That's a new record. Progress never comes easily in science. Not even at the Institute."

"Yeah, I know." He sighed. "Science doesn't sleep either. We've got to get these guys back to the clinic and get some data on the tail end of the regression. Wonder how much intelligence they'll retain this time?"

Margret and Michael slumped against the wall. "I'm more curious if they'll get their memories back," mused Margret. "I hope Buck still remembers how to balance a treat on his nose. Took him forever to learn that one."

With a slurp, Buck's swollen dick slipped free. Daisy meekly turned to lick it, and he felt the urge to give her swollen vulva a parting lick or two, so he did. Flexing a muscle he hadn't used in a long time, he retracted his penis into its sheathe. The memories were coming back now. This was the way things were meant to be. Michael took them on runs, and Margret fed them each in a separate bowl when the sun set. At night, they could sleep on the bed with the humans if they wanted.

Michael helped Margret get to her feet and she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Seeing these two like this is making me want to do a little 'mating' of our own." He returned the kiss and with a wink they were off, dogs in tow.