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"Wanna know something cool about pigeons?"

"Pigeons."

"Yes."

"Fuckin' pigeons?"

"Yes!"

"You're gonna tell me even if I say 'no', so..."

The hyena, paws shoved into the pockets of his admittedly slightly tight jeans, looked up into the sky. There were no pigeons there. "There's substantial scientific evidence implying that pigeons are actually people, cursed by gypsies to hold the form of a dumb little bird 'til they return whatever they stole."

"What?" The shepherd beside him cast him a disbelieving look, yellow eye (he only had one; he kept the socket for the other covered with an eyepatch, which he'd found to be a great aid in intimidation) half-lidded. It was warm and humid today, and that combination always made him slightly sleepy. "...Oh. You're just bullshitting me."

At this, the hyena rested one paw over his heart and lifted his other. "Honest to God truth."

"Shekh, you're an atheist."

"Fine then." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I won't show you what I got."

A weekend-long flea market had come to town, and having nothing else to do this weekend, the two friends had decided - might as well go check it out. An amazing thing, too: neither of them could say what had been in this spot before the market came around, but it was a large enough expanse of flat land that they figured they should know what used to be here. Shekh had picked up a packet of trading cards from his childhood and was about to buy them, when his German shepherd friend - Beau, his name was - identified them as fake; and then he saw a cool letter-opener with a golden handle that he almost bought, until Beau identified it as being painted wood; and they'd just come out of a funny little magic shop with skulls and candles set along the shelves, intricately-painted tarot decks and odd-smelling incense, and a little weasel shopkeeper who inexplicably showed up behind Shekh whenever he picked something up to look at, even when he could swear that the weasel was across the store.

Beau sighed. Shekh had 'forgotten' his wallet at home, so the shepherd had been quite graciously putting forth his own funds to buy things. He fully intended to make the smaller hyena pay him back when they got home, and in more than just money. Shekh seemed to have a strangely-honed knack for pushing Beau's buttons just right to result in him being bent over the couch or bed with a thick knot under his tail keeping him in place. Sometimes Beau thought he did it on purpose. "Fine. What did you get?"

"Didja see all those skulls in that last shop?"

"No, Shekh. I kept my one good eye fiercely focused upon the earth beneath our feet."

"Yeah, well, look-"

Beau rolled his eye and looked. Shekh had been keeping his paws clasped behind his back since the two had left the shop, but now he held them out: a small skull rolled in his palms and then almost fell off, just before he closed his fingers back over it and hid it from view again.

"Ain't that cool?"

"I don't remember you buying anything..."

"Yeah, I - kind of - swiped it off the front counter when he wasn't looking. But! But I left payment!" He'd been saving that five dollars for the next vending machine they happened across. "I tried asking that creepy shopkeeper, but I don't think he spoke fuckin' English. And his eye, too - you ever read Harry Potter? Remember that one guy with the magic eye, and how he could see through walls and behind himself and stuff? Freakin; gypsies, man-"

Beau's nose twitched at the appetizing scent of roasted meat, spiced with some exotic array of flavors. Faint hissing could be heard a bit of a ways off to his right, and he almost broke away from the hyena to check it out. "Whoever said these were gypsies?"

Because of his shorter stature, Shekh had to put more effort into holding the same pace as Beau, and often fell behind if he got distracted with something. The shepherd heard his footsteps speed up to return to his position next to him, coarse gravel crunching at every step. "Well, it's... this is a flea market, man. In my experience, the only people who run flea markets are hippies and gypsies, and there's often an overlap between the two - and besides, didn't you hear them talking? That's Hungarian, or Romanian, or something. I once had a Hungarian friend who said he was scared to ride his bike to Romania because of the-"

"Okay," Beau interjected, "I get it. Can I ask you a question, though?"

"What?"

Here, the shepherd stopped walking completely, and turned to grin at Shekh. "What size birdcage do you think I should get? You stole from a gypsy. Don't you know what they do to people who stole from them? I'm sure he saw you, too - with that magic eye of his..."

It brought him pleasure to see the way that Shekh's expression faltered, to see how his ears flicked back, then straightened up, then splayed to the sides, to see how his whiskers twitched as well. Beau was a police officer, and while he wasn't quite sure how things with flea markets went, theft could only be theft... but if he could find another way to get his point across, he'd do it. Shekh swallowed. "You know that's all bullshit, right? Like - I made that up when I saw a pigeon on the way here."

He maintained his grin. "Would've had _me_convinced. Anyway, I'm hungry - do you wanna get something to eat?"

~ ~ ~

As it turned out, that one little skull was the only thing they'd gotten out of the flea market. Shekh took it out of his pocket again on the car ride back home, with Beau driving, and rolled it over in his paws checking it out. In this lighting, the smooth surface of the bone looked sickly and yellowish.

"Hey, what kinda creature d'ya think it is? Bird? Nah, that's not right..." The hyena flipped it over and looked at the base of it. "Dog?"

"Looks like a dog to me."

"Yeah, but it's kinda small, though... like, really_small. I'm pretty sure _my head wasn't that small, even when I was a puppy."

Beau suppressed a short chuckle. "You're a bitch sometimes, but you're definitely not a dog. Does it really matter?"

"No, I just... oh, hang on..." Shekh peered closer into one of the eye sockets, after settling it back down in the palm of his paw. "...Oh. Never mind. Thought I saw something sparkly."

"Well, you'll be able to look at it all you want, 'cause we're home. C'mon."

The temperature had fallen to become comfortably cool with the end of the day, though a faint shiver still rippled through Shekh's body when he first stepped out of the car. Maybe he shouldn't have spent so long looking down at this thing - he had a tendency to get carsick easily, and could already feel the distant lurching nausea. He said nothing about it, though, wanting to remain cool about it, and just fell into line behind the shepherd on the way towards the front door.

Because of this, though, the first sign Beau picked up that something might be wrong came from the noise of the skull hitting the ground behind him, just as he turned the key in the lock - but, expecting Shekh to pick it up or say something, he ignored it and opened the door. The hyena must have been taking his jacket off or something, because now there were noises of clothing rustling behind him, on top of faint low grunting...

...but when he turned around to usher Shekh in, he saw something that he at first wasn't sure what to think of, and nor did he really expect it. The hyena had started changing, first apparently with the center of his body: his waistline pulled in, his pants slid down his legs a little at the thinning of his hips, his chest bulged out, his muzzle slimmed a little, eyes sharpened, arms also subtly changed shape -

And then, for a split second, there stood in front of Beau of a female hyena with Shekh's same markings, confused expression, and clothing, now a little bit too big for her and not very flattering to her feminine form, though that didn't remain for long. Just as soon as he - or she? - had shifted into that form, her body started changing again, this time with enough pain apparently to force her first against the wall with groaning and grunting and then down to all fours. Beau wanted to help, but - hell, what am I supposed to do when something like this happens?

Instead, he could only think to stand there and watch, paw still half-clutching the doorknob, as the she-hyena in front of him whimpered and whined while her body continued to change. Just as her arms and legs had shifted in definition from when she was a male, now they did so again, but into something else: instead of the reshaping of bones and muscle, now these things seemed to reform completely, legs first bending grotesquely backwards into the crooked arch of a feral dog's hind legs, and then arms following the same track - with fingers shortening and bunching together into a feral's pawpads, claws thickening and lengthening, everything losing its shape and taking on another. Her body shortened and rounded out, breasts retreating beneath her just as quickly as they had bulged forward and strained against the fabric of her shirt - all of which now hung loosely around her, pants already discarded on the ground beneath her back legs.

Then, it all stopped - or at least, as far as Beau could tell. Dumbfounded and still unsure what to say or do, he just remained standing there with his mouth half-open... until a sharp bark from the lump of clothing and fur in front of him startled him, and whatever Shekh had turned into tried shaking off her - its? - shirt. Warily, the shepherd leaned down, found the edges of the shirt with his claws, noticed that it had torn halfway up the middle, and tugged on that tear to pull it completely off...

...and then the muzzle of a feral canid, somewhere between a hyena and a dog with the round ears of the former and more angular shape of the latter, looked up at him. It looked like all sense of the pain she'd just endured (it was hard to explain, but Beau had been through that once or twice, too, and knew firsthand how it tended to feel) had disappeared: her olive-green eyes took a second to focus, but once they did, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her tail swayed happily from side to side.

"...Uh."

Beau peered around her. This was definitely a feral in front of him, no doubt about that - and the shape of her muzzle and body made him think that this was a still a female, but he wouldn't know for certain... he stood back up, took a step back, put his paws on his hips (she shook her body out and padded forward towards him, tail still wagging), and then shrugged and headed inside. The hyena-dog followed him, and rubbed against his legs when he turned to close the door. Something in the discarded skull, still on the ground where Shekh had dropped it, gleamed at him - but Beau didn't pay it any mind and went on to close the door.

Something was off about this hyena-dog, though: each time Beau took a step forward, he had to change his path at the last moment or else risk stepping on her, due to how consistently she walked in front of him, as if she wanted something from him - so finally, after making it into the next room, the shepherd tugged a chair out, sat down on it, and glared down at the excited pup. She sat down in front of him, tail making a soft sweeping noise against the floor.

"What?" Beau asked. How was he supposed to talk to her? Like he spoke to Shekh, or like he was talking to an _actual_feral? "What do you want... uh... girl?"

That made her stand right back up, and she gave a bright bark in response and turned around in a tight circle - and the resulting stirring of air gave Beau a better answer than the feral herself would have been able to. A quick glimpse of thick black lips beneath her tail, glistening with arousal, fleshy and bulging out - and then a soft tingling along the air against his nose, the unmistakable sweet spice of a dog's heat that made Beau both salivate slightly and stir in his pants, almost against his own will.

It was more of a primal urge than a proper decision that made him slide right back down out of the chair and onto the floor behind the female, then place his paws against her flanks, turn her back around so that her rear faced him... and then bring his nose in close to the swollen spade of her sex, smelling richly of the same tantalizing aroma. Almost before he knew what he was doing, he moved his muzzle forward the rest of the way, brushing his lips against hers - and then breathed out a soft, low grunt of a moan at the sweet slickness she left upon his.

One paw keeping her tail lifted at its base while his other worked at freeing the pressure of the front of his pants, Beau continued digging into the bitch, first only rubbing his mouth against the sweet, slick flesh, but then flicking his tongue forward, tasting the musk of heat for himself, letting it roll around through his mouth and wash over his senses... God, he wanted to breed. After that first taste, he couldn't help but press his tongue in further, deeper into the feral's heat, mixing the juices of her arousal with his hungry saliva, feeling her squeeze and clench warmly around him as he swirled his tongue in her, dug it deep, slid it back out to swallow down the slick spicy sweetness... a shiver ran down his spine, and he found himself tugging her closer.

The bitch widened her stance at feeling his eager tongue enter her, and seemed to arch her back and tilt her head with the pleasure of it. Beau couldn't tell if the thick warmth soaking into the fur of his chin was his own saliva or the juices of this hyena-dog, as he thoroughly pressed his muzzle against her and breathed nothing but her scent, lower jaw shifting forward and back, forward and back as he worked. Her tail tried to wag against the paw keeping it raised - and if he were to let it go, it would remain raised for him. He'd dealt with a bitch in heat a few times before (though never with quite an excess of exuberance), and knew them to just as soon direct their rears towards him and raise their tails as he would tug his pants down - and sometimes even sooner. This one, though, this feral bitch who used to be his friend Shekh... something about her scent and taste, continually barraging his senses and consciousness, made him want her even more, so that when he finally tugged his already-hard cock free of his pants the first thing he felt was a thick drip of pre onto the back of his finger.

Then, the next thing he felt - made him almost_pause in eating her out, but he wanted her too damn much to stop. It started as an uncomfortable churning in his lower stomach that spread up to the middle of his chest, to the back of his head, to his arms and legs - and then became an all-over ache that he gradually came to recognize. This was what Shekh had just gone through, when _his body changed form...

However, Beau's transformation took a different route: he didn't become a female first. Instead, he felt his arms and legs following the same tightening and shortening that he'd seen Shekh's undergo when the hyena turned into a feral, felt his clothing strain against the new shape that his body twisted itself into. His shirt tore under the arms as his body warped beneath it, shoulders becoming the flat disks of a feral's, while his legs followed the same track - but, there between his legs, his sack and sheath grew out a little, widened and expanded.

A while back, Beau had had a bit of a _complication_with something not unlike the change to Shekh's body (or sex) that resulted in his cock having more of the length and shape of something almost equine, or at least halfway between that and canid. Long and contoured, fairly thick, with a slight hint of a knot at the base instead of the more obvious fist-sized (at least) lump of hard muscle that would be there if he had retained a fully canid endowment. At the end of his shaft, too, glittered the silver Prince Albert piercing he'd gotten a while back, a large rope of quivering pre hanging off of the lower arc of the ring.

The transformation hurt - it always did - but, God, it just worked him up even more. Eventually the pain of his body reshaping turned into the sweet, relaxing pleasure that often came with stretching a sore muscle, or popping a joint - and then, now in the body of a rather large and rather aroused male feral dog, Beau licked his chops, humped at the air in front of him in an instinctual response to tasting the bitch's sweet heat on his lips and tongue, and angled his muzzle back forward against the waiting female.

She had remained in place during his transformation, tail swaying idly and legs spread, delicious swollen vulva dripping a mixture of arousal and saliva onto the floor beneath her - which Beau soon licked up, first off the floor and then out of the bitch herself, before stepping forward and hopping up onto her back. She briefly lurched down beneath the sudden weight, but readjusted her stance again and pushed back, eager for the breeding.

Beau's forepaws clamped around her sides and his head lowered to her shoulder, close enough to her muzzle that he could hear her elevated pace of breath, her gentle and lustful panting. Hold still, he wanted to say, but couldn't find the sense of consciousness to do so - and instead thrust his hips forward, the pierced end of his cock sliding easily into the sweet moist warmth of her well-lubricated sex.

One thrust, and then another, and another, each faster and deeper than the one before. Because of Beau's unique length, he had to keep his hips a bit of a distance further away from the bitch's rump than he would have preferred were he in his natural state - but, this was fine too. Cock reaching deeper than his tongue ever did, he could clearly feel the responses to his thrusts in the bitch beneath him, as she clenched and squeezed around him, forcing steadily more slick pre out of him and into her. She wanted_him to breed her, _wanted him to pound her down into the ground.

He reciprocated the want by clamping his fangs down onto her tan-furred shoulder, in part as a show of his dominance - not that he feared that this bitch wouldn't know his superiority; even before_he'd taken the same feral form as her, she still lifted her tail for him - and in part because it just felt _right. Heavy sack swinging beneath him, throbbing cock sinking into the bitch with his piercing teasing deep inside her, all he could hear above the noises of the sex were his own raucous breathing over hers, and then the almost-imperceptible sound of sharp teeth piercing into skin and flesh - and then the taste of blood gradually crawled over his tongue, mingling with the still-lingering spice of her arousal. He shivered and breathed a quick huff.

The bitch shifted her hind legs back and arched her back so Beau pounded deeper and deeper into her, so that the pressure of her inner walls tightened around the end of his pulsing length - until the slight bulge of his knot kissed against her swollen lips, oozing the juices of both of their arousals. Beau didn't know where he'd rather be - on her back fucking her like she desired and deserved, or between her legs lapping her out, soaking the fur of his muzzle and chin with her, marking his nose with her heat... but it was the same primal urgency keeping him here on top of her that had first caused him to lower himself down to his knees and nuzzle up beneath her tail.

It didn't even matter to him anymore what the two were going to do afterwards - didn't matter if they remained in these feral forms, or, if they changed back, whether Shekh would remain a female or not... a large part of Beau almost wished that the two would remain like this, simply so he could fuck her, empty his sack deep into her, take a short break, and then go again, using his previous load as lube.

Not that he'd have to, anyway; she was already more than drippy enough on her own. Beau could feel the sweet slick moisture all along his length while thrusting into her, fast and hard, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He released the grip of his jaws on her shoulder, flicked his tongue against his chops, readjusted the position of his head on her shoulder - and drove deeply forward into her, pressing his knot past the lips of her vulva, which just as soon squeezed and tightened around him.

It was that final squeezing that pushed him over. His jaw fell open in a few low growling grunts while he spurted hot cum deep into her, again and again, aided by sweet clenching all around his length, buried to the end of his sheath. He tugged on the tie, had a sharp ripple of pleasure shoot through him followed by another spurt of cum - then did so again, to the same response, and again.

Afterwards, tongue hanging out of his muzzle in exhausted panting, Beau dismounted, turned around so that his rear pressed against his bitch's, and tugged yet again. His knot, though slight in width at first, had bulged out considerably with his orgasm - and the bitch's tight clenching around him kept him buried deep in her, at least for the time being. He could feel each squeeze, each heartbeat throughout her body; every little shift and movement sent another soft wave of pleasure through Beau, until he felt as though he'd empty all that his balls had to give and then a little more.

The tie lasted for long enough that Beau didn't really notice when it came loose - frankly because his body had started shifting back into its regular form and, worried about his cock being reformed backwards, he was struggling to get back into a possible position for a person humping a feral when his knot popped free of the still-feral bitch, cock thoroughly slickened up with all manner of musky fluids. It had been long enough since he had came, too, that the scent of the heat started to get him all worked up again, but the pain of shifting back eradicated the desire from his system before it could take hold. Then, just as unexpectedly as the pain started, it disappeared - and the shepherd was left on his knees behind the hyena bitch, totally naked with his clothes beneath him.

He had gotten his slightly-torn pants about halfway up his legs (God, his muzzle absolutely reeked of feral heat...) when the hyena started changing back as well; not really wanting to watch the slightly grotesque transformation again, Beau focused on fitting his legs back into his pants. However, once the grunting and groaning had stopped and Shekh had returned from being a feral, he looked back up...

...but instead of his friend saw the same female hyena he'd seen for a split-second at the start of his transformation into a feral bitch. Same half-hyena, half-canine muzzle form that the feral had maintain, same ear shape, same facial and body markings that Shekh had... but, then, also the same two full breasts from before and the same swollen black canid lips between her legs, in full view of Beau as the hyena sat back on the ground with one paw to her head.

"God..." she groaned, and stretched her body out. Beau hurried with doing his pants up. "I feel... really good. Did you just-"

"Mhmm." Beau flicked his single yellow eye to her again, trying not to glance at her breasts or her exposed vulva. Oh, how he wanted to just push her back down and stuff his muzzle up between her legs again... "Ah - um, Shekh..."

She looked down at herself, coughed, squeezed one of her breasts, slid a paw gingerly down her front towards her sex... then shivered at the contact of her fingerpads to the sensitive glistening flesh, breathed a soft moan, pressed a pair of fingers in... "Oh - God..."

Beau had to get out of here. At least halfway back to his original form, but now a fully-equipped female... the scent of her arousal and heat still lingered on the air, even more powerful than it was before. "So..." the shepherd began, between a swallow and a cough. "How about we, uh - return that skull you stole?"

"Huh? Skull...?" She dragged her fingers back out of herself, lifted them up, eyed the clear juice that hung between them when she pulled them apart... and then leaned forward and swirled her tongue around them. Beau swallowed again and licked his lips. "...No..." she drawled, and leaned back onto her elbows. "This is fine. For a few days, at least. Then we can... take it back, I guess... but I just wanna - fuck, I'm horny, I think I'm gonna go take a long bath..."

She stood up, wobbled, and with a sway of her hips went down towards the hallway. Beau wiped the back of his paw across his forehead.

"Fuckin' bitch," he murmured.