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[i]Dale-- a young man with no fighting instincts-- must hunt necros, shadowy monsters that have been appearing across town. If he does not, he will have to face the wrath of a sinister sorceress named Zarlik who has already demonstrated her terrifying power.

Dale doesn't like it, but what choice does he have? Anything that Zarlik asks, he has to do.[/i]

That afternoon had Dale walking around a neighborhood towards the edge of town. It was the kind of neighborhood that contrasted the suburbs he knew. The area's houses were spaced out more, with wilderness in between. For every house there were small fields, trees, and bushes in between.

Dale got the gist of it with mosquitos buzzing in his face, but thankfully he had his friend Belula on his shoulder. Dressed in a feral-fitted tank top and blue jeans, the frog of green skin slapped her tongue out into the air and grabbed every bug she could and kept Dale's face free of bugs. She would never admit to wanting to help Dale but he was better off being unbothered by bugs and she hadn't had her lunch yet that afternoon.

Franklin was walking with Dale too. The blue imp was wearing his normal of a leather jacket over top an orange shirt and faded blue jeans, all of the articles fitted for the foot-tall imp's pudgy form. Barefoot, his clawed, two-toed feet hung in the breeze as his tiny wings levitated him across the air.

"So this guy we're looking for," said Dale, "he's a human?"

"As human as yous," said Franklin, "unless yous thinkin' dat him bein' a wizard makes him less so?"

"A wizard?" said Dale, "He can use magic? How can a human use magic?"

Dale rolled his eyes. "Kid, I don' have da time to explain da process. But yeh, [i]humans can learn magic.[/i]"

Belula inflated her sac, smile on her face. "Why? Were you thinking of taking up the practice, Dale?"

Dale blushed and grinned. "It would be cool."

Franklin pointed at a house, a shoddy one at that. It was surrounded by a lot of bush, both behind and on the front lawn-- or where the lawn would have been if a crop of tall weeds wasn't in the way.

Dale was not looking forward to meeting anyone who lived in there.

"Lez go see if Radagast's home," said Franklin.

Dale walked up an old and broken ceramic path to the front door. Weeds were growing in the cracks and the shrubs were growing into the pathway, Dale rubbing his pants on a branch.

"Does he know any spells that do lawnwork?" asked Dale.

They walked up to the porch and the wood-- warped and split-- creaked as Dale stepped atop. The boy worried his leg was going to go through the floor. There was a porch swing at the end of the porch that had rusted chains. The house's windows were so dusty nobody could see inside.

"Did something happen to him?" asked Dale.

"Dunno," said Franklin. "Da boss hasn't 'eard frum dis guy in a while so she asked ye t' check in on 'im."

Dale looked for a doorbell. No, the house seemed too rustic for a doorbell. So Dale knocked.

The three of them listened for anyone. There was no answer.

Franklin peeked around, flew over by the window to see anything inside, and then returned to Dale's side. "Lez go inside."

"Really?" said Dale.

"Are ya scared of trespassing, kid?" asked Franklin, hanging his knuckles on his side. "Lez go inside! C'mon!"

Dale turned the doorknob and the door relaxed and drifted open. The boy pushed the door with a long creak and he looked inside. The lights were off so it took a second to adjust to the darkness.

The inside was looking better than the outside. The walls and floors, although plain wood, were still intact unlike the hole-ridden platform that made up the porch out front. The walls were adorned with paintings and the hallway had tables with vases on top although the plants were looking pretty dry. Dale stepped in the hall and looked around the into doorways-- like the one off to the side that led into a room with nice furniture and bookshelves. Must have been a library.

"Hello?" called Belula.

Dale walked through the house, not sure what he was looking for... or who. If that house was the house of a wizard, he feared what kind of magic the man had that could harm Dale if the wizard assumed the boy was an intruder.

"Radagast?" called Franklin. "Yous home?"

"I don't hear anything," said Dale. "This place looks abandoned."

There were cobwebs in the corners and dust on table-- more than one would expect. The place was cold like it hadn't been touched in weeks.

As the trio walked into what looked like a lounging room, Franklin pointed at an old light switch for Dale to flick. Dale flicked it and the lights came on, a decorated lamp hanging from the center of the room. The power was still working.

Belula hopped off Dale's shoulder onto a chair's frame. She looked around the room. "There doesn't seem to be anyone here. This place doesn't look like its had activity for a little while."

Franklin dipped his head around. "Yeeehhh... but from whuh I hear Radagast iza private person. Not a lotta friens'. Plus, sum people jus' don' use all deir rooms a lot."

Dale walked across the room and looked around. The books on the shelves; were they magic spellbooks? He got a read on a lot of spines and there was The Grapes of Wrath on one shelf and an American Encyclopedia on another. If there was magic stuff, it wasn't in the house's front room!

"How do you think the boss is going to take this?" asked Belula.

Franklin shrugged. "I dunno. She don' like to mess around wit humans anyways."

"This guy was a powerful wizard, though," said Belula.

Belula hopped off the chair, over towards Dale's direction. Franklin went that way too. Dale was looking at stuff, thinking he was uncovering the house of a wizard but really he was being nosy in a stranger's residence.

"What kind of magic does he do?" said Dale. "What does Zarlik need with him?"

"He's a human with magic," said Belula. "Imagine how useful that is to Zarlik."

"Da boss likes to have her minions," said Franklin.

"His place doesn't seem so magical to me," said Dale.

Dale saw an archway and walked into the hall, wiping a hand on the table nearby to see how dusty it was. The boy got gray on his fingers, so pretty dusty. That hallway was the same floor and wall type as the hallway they walked in on but without any of the tables and it didn't have paintings on its wooden walls. There wasn't even a light in that portion of the corridor.

There was a door opposite the passage that Dale just walked out of. The door, giving off a mystical vibe, was one with a decorated door knob. Dale walked over to it, not noticing that on the ground, there was a line of white chalk drawn over the wooden planks and when Dale stepped over it, the chalk began to glow.

Franklin noticed the line glowing and he shouted: "Dale! [i]Watch it![/i]"

Dale looked at Franklin, then at the ground. "Huh?"

There was a flash and a moment where Dale felt disconnected from his body. For a split second, he was sure that he had blown up and was entering the afterlife.

The light drained and the room reappeared. Dale looked around, blinking his eyes. The room was suddenly taller. So were the doorways. No, everything was taller! Dale looked at the table just inside the lounge room and it was double his height. No, the world hadn't gotten taller-- he had gotten [i]shorter[/i].

That's when Dale noticed that his arm was hairy. It was covered with fur-- crispy brown and black fur! It wasn't a hand at the end of it either; it was [i]paw![/i] He hyperventilated as he looked at his body-- it had been reshaped. Blasting out the bottom of his pants, were two dog paws: his hindlegs.

He noticed, as his lungs heaved air in and out of his body, his mouth felt weird. It was bigger, like a growth was on the front of his face. And was that a nose out in front of his face? It was then that Dale knew he had been transformed.

He tried standing up but he misunderstood the shape of his legs so when he tried, he lost balance and flipped on his side. He attempted to say something but he couldn't. All that came out was a bark. He looked at his body again and knew he had been transformed into a dog.

"Dale!" said Franklin, hovering down to the boy. "You's ok?"

Dale stared back in disbelief. He didn't know what to say, even if he had the ability. He whimpered and shivered.

Belula hopped up to check on the boy. What Belula saw was a rottweiler wearing a striped red shirt and gray pants, Dale's clothes reshaped to his new body. Black and chocolate fur, floppy ears, and a broad muzzle-- Dale had been transformed into a rottweiler.

"Uhhh..." Franklin rubbed a hand on his side. "Kid... yuv been turned into a dog."

Dale stared, like the words went over his head even though the horror of that sentence nailed him perfectly.

"Oh no," said Belula. "Now we have to deal with [i]this[/i]?" She turned her attention to the cause of Dale's transformation as she hopped away from him. "Was that a trap?"

Franklin nodded. "Yeh. A metamorphic trap." Franklin fluttered over to Dale and rubbed his muzzle and checked the dog's eyes. "If I had to guess, I'd say it was..." He stopped. "I don' really know, actually. This might be temporareh, or it mights be permanent."

Dale got up and whimpered. He tried his best to plead at Franklin without words, frowning at the imp with his eyes begging for help.

Belula hopped up to Dale and looked up at the boy's flabby snout. "Don't people turned into animals slowly go dumb?"

Franklin smiled, floating up beside Dale's head. He patted the dog's cheek. "That's right! Stay too long as a dog, and you will eventually regress to the mind of a dog!"

Dale whimpered and panicked, running around the hall and through the lounge before returning to Franklin, barking at him to help. Franklin wasn't lying about people turned into animals slowly going dumb, but the imp was going to withhold the truth that it takes a few days before the mental regression started to take effect, just to keep the rottweiler boy on his paws.

"We better figure out how to reverse this," said Belula, "before Dale goes dog-brained!"

Franklin looked at the door with the decorated handle. He fluttered up and concentrated to feel any magical energies. He closed his eyes and remained as still as possible. There wasn't any traps on the door so it was safe for a human to open.

"Hey kid, could you--" Franklin looked over and saw Dale, all dogged out. The imp turned back to the knob. "Right." He took his three-pronged hands on the knob and grunted as he tried to turn the knob. It was slow but the cylinder turned. The imp had to flip on his side while floating to get the door to open, but then there was the click and the door drifted open.

Belula climbed on Dale's back. The two of them walked in with Franklin and looked around the room. It was a lab of some kind, or a studio. Wooden walls with a dusty window in the back.

Franklin saw a light switch by the door and flicked it on, having to heave his body against the wall to get enough force to flick the switch. The room was illuminated and they got a better look at the place.

"Is he here?" asked Belula.

"Don' think so," said Franklin. There was a phone on a table near a chair, not a fancy looking one-- just one with buttons and the phone. "Better give Zarlik a call."

Franklin went up to the phone. Belula rode Dale up to a chair by the table with the phone up on it and hopped up from the dog's back. Franklin hoisted the handset off the receiver and placed it down on the table before dialing a number. He settled down by the speaking end and let the dial play out.

"Hello?" said a voice on the other end. Even with the phone pitching the voice, Dale recognized it as Zarlik.

"'Ey boss," said Franklin. "Iz Franklin. Uh... Radagast isn't here!"

There was a sigh on the other end. Dale held his paws on the cushion to help himself up. Zarlik said, "What happened to that cretin?"

"We don't know," said Belula. "We could do a check."

"No... no..." said Zarlik. "If he's not home I don't think you will be able to track him down."

"We got anudder problem too," said Franklin. "The kid's gotten 'imself transfawrmed into a dog."

"Transformed?" said Zarlik, her tone like a knife. "What transformed him?"

"Looked like-a trap," said Franklin. "Is he gonna be cured?"

Another loud sigh from Zarlik. Dale felt embarrassed. After a few seconds, Zarlik said, "It's not going to revert naturally. He has to be reverted magically." She paused. "Take him to Agora. She has the ability to reverse his condition."

Franklin leaned towards the phone. "Agora? Where's she?"

"She's in town," said Belula.

"Oh, Belula is with you?" said Zarlik, her tone chipper for a moment. "She's in town alright, but I don't know any directions. She lives above a corner store."

"I know where she is," said Belula, reassuring Franklin.

"Take care of that idiot, would you?" said Zarlik. She hung up the phone.

Belula hopped off the table, right onto Dale back. Franklin hung up the phone and floated down to Dale. "C'mon, kid. We gotta go meet your savior."

They left the room. Franklin turned off the lights and Dale closed the door. They went back to the front door. Franklin struggled to turn the knob once again but got it open. A burst of warm breeze came inside. Even with the door open though, Dale refused to walk outside. He stood there, staring out into the day with fear in his eyes.

"C'mon kid!" said Franklin. "What's da holdup?"

Belula slapped Dale's back. "Come on, Dale. What's gotten into you?"

Dale was not a fan of exposing his canine form to the world. There were people outside that house, that could see him. He was mortified at the idea of people seeing him as a dog. How would they react? Would they treat him right? Would they hurt him?

The dog shook his head, and stepped back from the door.

Franklin groaned and floated up to the rottweiler's face. "We can't bring Agora 'ere. We need ta bring you [i]dere[/i]!"

Dale looked down at his furry forelegs. Those would remain furry until he was cured, and then there was the time limit. He was slowly turning dumb, at least to Dale's assumption. The house might be a good hiding place for a person turned into a dog, but how long would Dale last before his mind began to fade and he was barking at traffic?

He took slow steps to the door, looked out into the sun. So many smells. There was grass, leaves, birds, and insects. All over the place.

He stepped out onto the wooden porch. The wood was warm. He walked up to the steps and stepped down them, gracefully like he had been walking on all fours his entire life and didn't have to think to coordinate which legs to place on which step and where. But he didn't have to think about it. Those instincts were imbued in the transformation.

"Aw-right," said Franklin. He looked at Belula. "So where's dis Agora at?"

"She's in town," said Belula, "Do you know the park with the ice rink? Around there."

Franklin waggled his brow. "Dat's in da city." He looked over at Dale. "Do yeh wanna be runnin' around the city with all dose peoples peepin' deir eyes atcha?"

Belula shrugged, forelegs up in the air. "Do we have a choice?"

Franklin waddled his head. "Goo' point." The imp pointed down the road. "Dat way, Sparky."

Dale walked to the end of the ceramic path. There was the sidewalk. Dale looked up and down the road, and saw nobody, but what did it matter? Nobody around that road might have been around to see him but if he was going to venture into the city, that would change. There was going to be people there.

"C'mon!" said Franklin.

With Belula riding on his back, Dale strutted down the street, keeping a steady pace. He felt exposed, and he was. If somebody looked and saw a dog walking down the road with a frog riding on top, that would have been a camera worthy site.

It encouraged Dale to be fast. He wanted in and out of every area fast enough that nobody would be able to see what he was doing. Franklin, being the imp that could fly, did his usual thing of flying around rooftops and keeping a close eye on Dale from twenty feet away. The imp stuck to out of sight places but followed the dog along.

Dale got a good smell of the environment. Lunches were being served. His dog nose took in smells normally but his mind interpreted them different. A smell of eggs frying on a pan, something that usually annoyed Dale's taste buds, it seemed good now that he was a dog. He was hungry... even if he was still fighting off the fright of being turned into a mutt.

They got to the end of the road and no humans had seen them, that they witnessed anyway. Who alogn that road could have been peeking from their windows that lovely afternoon?

The band of strange creatures came up to a crosswalk, one surrounded by a bunch of bushes and a sign that designated the area Original Meadows, and a car was coming their way. Dale panicked and thought about hiding but merely backed up against a shrub as the car passed.

Dale saw the wheels of the car drive away and got hypnotized by the spinning rubber. He wanted to chase it. It was a toy, wasn't it?

"Where do we go now?" asked Belula.

Franklin popped out of the shrub and pointed down the road in front of them. "Dat way."

The dog snapped out of his trance. Dog instincts, they were powerful. The road ahead was denser with houses with no wilderness crowding around the building. It was a proper suburban road. Dale hadn't been spotted yet, but he was going to.

He crossed the road and walked down the sidewalk. His heart skipped a beat when he saw some kids playing out in a yard. The dog did his best to ignore them but as he got close he heard the kids shout out at him.

"Look at that dog," said one of them, "Is it wearing clothes?"

"I don't know," said another, a taller boy, "Let's go get him."

What was Dale going to do? He took off running and the boys quickly realized they were not going to keep up with a grown rottweiler. Dale was out of there and they gave up.

The startle got his heart racing again. How much time did he have before the mental degradation began? Had it begun already? The dog panted as he sprinted down the road.

But it felt good to run! He was going so fast, faster than he ever could as a human. The sidewalk beneath his paws zipped under him like film in a newspaper press. Dale was scared of being chased by those humans-- those gangly creatures-- but there was a thrill to the chase.

Up ahead, Dale could see a number of humans-- adult ones. There was a crowd of young people standing beside a brewery wall and on another side of the street there was a few older ladies walking down the pavement chatting with each other. What was a dog supposed to do?

Dale looked around for where Franklin was but couldn't see him. Was the imp keeping up? Dale couldn't go too fast because he would outpace Franklin. The dog kept his eyes on the roofs and spotted Franklin floating about the houses, a few stop behind the dog and his frog partner.

Dale side-stepped into a shrub and waited for Franklin to arrive. When the imp got close, Dale barked to let the imp know that he dipped into the bushes to hide. The imp saw the rottweiler and hovered down to talk.

"You can't run dat fast," said Franklin. The imp looked back and fluttered his wings. "Dese wings aren't gunna be's keepin' up with a mutt!"

"Maybe you should ride too," said Belula, patting Dale's back.

"Nah," said Franklin. "Not enough room. And it'll only make us even more noticeable." The imp looked over at the brewery. There was an alleyway behind it. The imp pointed. "Take da alleway. Stray dogs use dem anyways, keeping out of sight 'n' alls."

Dale dropped back out onto the sidewalk and walked over to the next intersection. Some of the humans looked at him as he got close but he ignored them and walked over to the brewery's alleyway, crossing the road and slipping inside.

The alleyway was quiet and there weren't any people around although he could hear some of those loitering humans creeping up behind him, probably to check to see if the dog they just spotted was carrying a frog like they thought they saw.

Dale walked down the alleyway. In his human mind he knew that the smells of garbage and rotten food was gross but his gag reflex, the one owned by a dog, wasn't reacting to it. It was just a smell to him in that dog form, just like trees and people. It wasn't unpleasant.

Franklin descended from the roofs above the alleyway. He looked around. "Dis is betta, innit?"

Dale agreed but he couldn't say so. He was still worried about the time limit hanging about his head too. What was he going to do?

The dog walked down the alleyway and the imp stayed by his side for the time being. When Dale spotted one of the kids standing at the alleyway entrance behind him, he picked up the pace, wanting to get out of the area before a group of kids descended upon him and tried to capture him or something.

If someone noticed something weird like a dog with a frog riding on it, both of them wearing clothes too, it would give away that strange things happened in that town. Zarlik wanted to remain discrete. As discrete as possible. Franklin had orders to remain inconspicuous so things like a dog walking around and understanding words was not something allowed to be witnessed.

If they got around without getting a lot of attention though, Zarlik wouldn't have been upset.

As they got closer to the center of the city where more commercial buildings were, there were more alleyways and other off-path places for them to travel out of sight of [i]most[/i] humans enjoying their Thursday.

The dog raced through quiet alleyways where pigeons stooped and puddles rested.

Dale, with his curious dog nose, found himself distracted by the occasional smell. They passed by the back of a bakery and Dale had to be slapped by Belula in order to break him out of the mouth-watering haze that the delicious aromas put him in.

Dale worried, though. Was him getting distracted by smells a sign of him losing his mind or just a consequence of him being overwhelmed with his new form and the senses that came with it? His eyesight was different, his hearing was different, and so was his sense of smell. So many scents-- it was overwhelming.

Every step was the tick of a clock. He had to hurry.

Belula rode on his back with Franklin keeping nearby to follow the dog to their destination. The imp had to take to the skies-- high above the roofs to get a read on where they were heading and how far away they were from the grocery store they needed to find.

They ran by a truck with two workers unloaded crates out to be taken into a building with its garage door open. The dog/frog pair moved past quick and the workers didn't notice the strange sight. Franklin flew up to the top of the roofs to keep out of their potential eyelines.

How long did Dale have? His heart raced. He could be in his final hours and there he was running through the alleyways with a beautiful sun shining down on him. It was almost heavenly.

Dale stopped. The pants were chafing on him. Belula hopped off the dog's back and Dale flipped on his side, trying to get the belt loose with his paws. It was hard to get the belt off and to release himself from its band, but Franklin offered to unhook the buckle at least. The imp loosened the buckle.

The dog tugged at his pants but got them loose-- pants and underwear too. Getting them off, Dale scooted the pants behind a trash can.

Belula offered to check to see if the pooch was ready to walk around. The frog glanced at the rottweiler's hindquarters. "Everything's looking good back here." The frog snerked. "Very, [i]very[/i] good!"

Dale barked, confused what they meant.

Franklin went up beside the frog and took a hand down his face. "Oh... I sees."The imp fluttered up beside Dale's head. "What da frog lady means's... kid... you're [i]packing[/i]." He snickered. "Dat's not surprising, knowing how [i]big[/i] yous are as a human."

Dale went wide-eyed. Was his dog endowment big?

Belula hopped back up onto the dog's back and took her seat again, foul odors now removed. Franklin snickered and patted Dale's head. "We betta keep ya out of the range of any bitches, or Fido here is going to become a father!"

Franklin and Belula shared a laugh but Dale, as proud as he could be for having a large dog package, didn't want to get thinking about dog sex.

The three of them continued down alleyways, having to cross a busy road to get to their destination. Belula kept as low as she could so that no one would notice her on Dale's back and the humans-- an assortment of people walking sidewalks on that Thursday afternoon-- only saw a dog with a shirt on. Franklin flew up into the sky and bolted across the road so that anyone that saw him would think he was a pigeon.

It felt so good to run. Dale loved to run on his four paws and now that his pants were off, his legs and butt were more comfortable. Running and letting his balls flaps in the wind felt great. He didn't love the idea of running around exposing himself to all that looked at his naked crotch but the feeling was nice, he had to admit.

He followed Franklin and Belula's directions while Dale got lost in his thoughts. What would it be like to fuck as a dog? The thought gave his loins a jolt and he got a little hard, his dog rod popping out of his sheath. That was a new sensation, he thought.

They arrived at the alleyway behind the corner store. They passed by the door to the back of the store and went to a staircase-- a steel frame up to the second floor. The first few steps took some getting used to but Dale got the hang of walking up a staircase on four legs. Like walking down the stairs back at Radagast's house, the less the dog focused on walking the more natural it came to him.

Up top the stairs there was a balcony cutting into the side of the building. Dale walked off the steel staircase onto a small rooftop enclosure where there were planters full of flowers. Clay pots with blooming flowers rested on the brick wall around the edge of the porch. There was a door on the side the building with a window beside it-- a window too dusty to see through.

Franklin fluttered up to the door and smacked his fist on the door as hard as he could. "Hey! Agora? You in dere?"

The imp was louder than the trio felt comfortable with. It was the kind of loud brash call that would attract attention from those around and while there weren't many places around there that people could be look from, there were enough to get Dale and Belula uncomfortable with Franklin drawing attention.

"Hold on!" a lady's voice called from within. "I'm coming."

There was a stumble inside, and then the door clicked. The door opened and there was a human woman with brown hair wearing a tan-colored dress, looking down at Dale and his friends. She smiled. "Hi there!"

Franklin gestured out. "Dis kid here got transformed." The imp patted Dale's head. "Can ya help him?"

"Come inside," said Agora, opening the door wider.

With Belula riding him like a tiny horse, Dale walked in. Franklin fluttered inside as well. Agora took a look outside to see if anyone saw them and then closed the door.

The place was nice. Despite the modern TV, the place had a retro look and had an amber dimness with the yellow curtains across every window. Someone wanted their privacy. The place was open with the living space shifting right into the kitchen on the other side of the room.

Dale got settled in the middle of the living space, the plush carpet feeling good on his paws. Then Agora transformed. One second she was a lady with brown hair in a dress, then she was a monster. Her skin turned to bark-- smooth bark in most places-- but bark all the same. Her hair turned to long leaves. She was a tree person!

The dog backed off and barked in surprise, an uncontrollable reaction.

Agora chuckled, her voice remaining the same in her tree form. "Don't be alarmed. I am a dryad. I take a human form to deal with any neighbors, though."

"Dat's how she lives out here in da city," said Franklin. "Unlike Fiona, she has a disguise!"

Agora walked around the room on wooden feet, claw-like roots for toes. She stretched her branchy arms upward. "I like to lounge in my real form, though. Being a human gets tiring!"

Dale whimpered, gestured his head at his dog body. Time was of the essence and the lady was showing her guests around the house!

Agora smiled at Dale. "Right. Transformed." She walked up and squatted down to examine the rottweiler. Her barky scent took Dale's nose. Agora petted him. "How did this happen?"

Belula hopped off Dale's back. "It was a trap. In Radagast's house."

"Radagast," said Agora. "I have not seen him in a while. What happened to him?"

"We dunno," said Franklin. "He wuzn't home. Did da guy take a vacation 'n' not tell anyones?"

Agora rubbed Dale's cheeks and scratched under his chin. Was Agora examining his condition? Dale wondered but no. Agora was just rubbing and carressing a dog like any human would to a dog. She knew that humans-- or humans turned to dogs-- loved to be scratched and groomed as pets. It wasn't a pleasure they usually enjoyed a human, but all rules were off if they were an animal!

Dale's vision swooned and he panted happily as Agora pet down his head. She knew what kind of transformation had afflicted him and had the ability and tools to fix his condition, but seeing a human in dog form was always a treat. Humans always let themselves go when they were in animal form. If they weren't pooping freely they were having sex all the time.

"I can fix him," said Agora. And it wasn't a lie. "But my magic power is a little low right now and I need to rest before I have the power to cure him."

That was a lie. The solution to Dale's problem wasn't a matter of Agora's energy levels but a matter of magical ingredients that Agora had in that very household. She had plans though.

Franklin felt like Agora wasn't telling the truth, but didn't want to let Dale know. "Oh? Do you want us to wait around?"

Agora rubbed under Dale's jowls. "Sorry pooch, but you are going to be stuck in this form for a while longer."

"We can wait," said Franklin. "Pooch here isn't goonna go feral until... uh..."

"If this is a trap transformation," said Agora, "then he's got a few days. It's fine."

Dale let out a sigh of relief. He thought he had mere hours when he had a couple of days to fix the situation. He truly felt stupid for crapping his pants in worry.

"But..." said Agora, walking up to a table by the door. She picked up a frisbee. Her formed shifted-- to a human form again with the dress and some shoes. She smiled at Dale, "Maybe you would like to enjoy being a dog while you have to?"

Dale tilted his head. Enjoy being a dog? But it was a curse. But getting scritched felt good and Agora was very friendly.

The dog walked up to Agora and put his paws up on Agora, wagging his tail. Uncontrollably wagging his tail. It felt weird to have a twitch like that-- something shaking without his consent, and so consistently too. It was a broad twitch, a new sensation.

"Guess we'll make ourselves at home then," said Belula, hopping up on the couch.

"Please do," said Agora, "We'll only be out for a little while."

"You going to bring the pooch to de park?" asked Franklin. "Try not to introduce him to any stray bitches!" The imp let out a cackle.

"Let's get you out of this," said Agora, reaching down and pulling up Dale's shirt. The dog let his legs up so that the shirt came off his head. He was fully naked. No shirt covering his forelegs and no pants hiding his hefty dog cock.

"I don't have a collar for you," said Agora, "so stay close to me and you won't get into any trouble."

Dale barked!

Agora opened the door and the two left the house.

Belula and Franklin waited until the door was closed before they talked. Franklin landed on the table by the TV remote. The imp smiled at his frog friend. "I'm tinking da kid isn't gonna wanna revert back to a human after being a dog too long!"

Belula giggled. She sat on the couch, let Franklin turn on the TV, and relaxed.

Agora escorted Dale the rottweiler down to the alley and out towards the park. With Agora by the dog's side, in her human disguise no less, no one saw Dale as a stray, even without a collar. He was too obedient and polite to be some stray.

At the park, there were a few dogs there-- regular dogs, not humans stuck in dog forms because of trap. They played with their masters and played with each other. Even just stepping into the park, Dale had a terrier female come up and sniff at his crotch. It was embarrassing but there was a pride in them that liked a female checking out his package. Was the terrier impressed by the size of Dale's schlong? She walked off, untelling if she wanted the rottweiler.

Dale saw a dog chasing a ball. The dog's master would pick it up and throw it and the dog would race to catch it. It looked stupid but also fun and when Dale saw Agora weighing that frisbee, and his ears darted up.

Agora tossed the frisbee and Dale wasn't sure what to do. The both of them watched it fly through the air and hit the ground. Agora looked at him. "You're supposed to catch it."

It was a stupid game. But the curiosity was there. Dale walked over with Agora to the frisbee, she picked it up and when she threw it again, Dale chased it. The more he focused on his dog body the more he got in his own way of doing what was natural to him-- what instincts were imbued in him when he was transformed.

The frisbee came down and he jumped at it, trying to grab it with his forelegs and catching it, but then only having two legs to land and hitting the ground hard.

Agora chuckled as she ran up to the dog. "With your mouth."

Some of the other humans found Agora's decorum with her uncollared dog a little odd. She talked to him so personably. But owners always talked to their pets like that.

Dale surrendered the frisbee to Agora and she tossed it again. This time he would get it right, he thought. He dashed in its direction, quickly getting behind it. He jumped at it, tilting his head a few degrees so that his mouth could grasp it like a clamp. The click sound that the frisbee made with his teeth hit it was satisfying to his dog ears, and he landed down the ground and kept running.

Bringing back the frisbee to Agora, the dryad-in-disguise whipped it even farther but no human throw was going to outpace a rottweiler's speed. Dale triangulated where the frisbee would land, dashed there, and when it descended down he hopped and caught it in his mouth, rolling on the ground in the fall.

Dale dashed around some more and then ran around the park, so happy to be so fast. The grass raced under him like he was flying over a forest. He panted and drooled with delight!

Agora let Dale run around the park for what, to him, felt like an hour. Dale ran and played until he got tired enough for Agora to notice. She had him follow her out of the park. They didn't go right home though. Agora wanted to take Dale on a walk around the neighborhood, letting the dog take in some smells as his heart went back to its normal beat.

"It's very fun being a dog, isn't it?" asked Agora.

Dale barked, big smile on his rottweiler face.

"Are you sure you want to go back to being human?" Agora gestured out her hands. "I've been human a lot and I gotta say it's not super fun."

Dale whimpered, hoping that the dryad wasn't trying to get him to remain dog forever.

"Ok..." said Agora. "Let's go back to my place. It'll take a little while longer before you can be cured."

It was a lie though. She could turn him back at anyway time. She had more activities for Dale yet.

They got back to the house. Agora went back to her original dryad form and sat down in front of the TV, taking one edge of the couch while the smaller beings had a big whole cushion all to themselves.

Franklin and Belula had been watching a sitcom, an animated comedy called Savannah Nights. It focused on a family of cartoon lions.

"Edna," grumbled the dad, an overweight lion king with a large dark brown mane, "I'm going the watering hole with Keerza."

The mom walked from off camera, a slime lioness with wide hips. "I swear Ed, you pork that gazelle more than me."

It was a decent thing to watch on a Thursday night but Dale had to ask himself when TV sitcoms got so sex-crazed.

The evening had gotten dark. It filled Dale with anxiety-- he wanted to be cured of that disorder before sunset but he was out of luck. He felt comfortable though, watching television with the others. It was peaceful, even if he was still trapped in a body that wasn't his.

Although the goings-on of the corner store below could be heard through the floor, the night hours came and the store closed and went quiet.

Dale took the side of the couch, in arm's reach from Agora. She pet down his back and his smiled, tongue hanging out of his face. Franklin and Belula watched Dale get lost in a back rub and the imp and frog smiled at each other, amused at Dale getting into being a dog.

"You're probably hungry," said Agora.

Dale looked up and nodded.

Agora went over to the kitchen. What would a dryad have in her apartment? She didn't eat normal human foods and inside her fridge it was very sparse. A pitcher of water and a few apples that were looking [i]very[/i] ripe.

"Be right back," she called to the living room. They nodded and wave signifying they understood.

Agora walked to a door in the corner of the kitchen and opened it. There was a staircase. She flicked on the lights and walked down to the bottom where there was another door. She opened it and stepped into the corner store, closed down for the evening.

She went around back to the specialized items aisle and walked down, eying bags of flour and boxes of wet wipes. At the end of one of the shelves, she found tins of dog food. She scanned the labels and found a tin: canned meat for larger dogs. That was perfect for Dale.

Agora didn't pay for it. It would only be a matter of time before she gifted the storeowner something of equal value or likely more. She walked back to the door, but when she walked through, she left it open a crack. Somebody might have needed to get back down there later.

Back up in her kitchen, she took the tin, peeled it open, got a plate from the cupboard, slammed the tin down onto the plate so that the brick of crushed meat popped out of the tin. Agora removed the tin and the brick crumbled on the corners. She tossed out the garbage and walked the plate over to Dale.

Dale got up from his lay-down seeing Agora approach him. He panted and smiled, so eager to see what she had in store!

Franklin and Belula giggled, seeing the dog so excited for dog food. Dale wasn't expecting dog food though, so when Agora put down the plate, he was disappointed. Just because he was a dog doesn't mean he had to be fed slop!

But the aroma caught his nose and the aroma was good. Dale leaned his head low and took a bite. Once again, it was a clash of instincts-- a mind on two separate levels. His human side with disgusted with eating ground up meat. The dog side was pleased though and that side won out.

Dale ate. He feasted the meat, filling his mouth with more food than he felt comfortable but it was his first time eating as a dog so he head to adjust and feel out how much food was too much for his maw.

The rottweiler feasted and the trio of them enjoyed the evening. Agora had one more experience for Dale though.

Outside, the sidewalks had gotten less busy. Which was good for Catherine as it made it easier for her to stroll the streets without getting looks for being a "regular" animal in clothing. The bulldog had gotten a call from her friend Agora earlier that evening about a human transformed into a "handsome" rottweiler that could use some female companionship.

The bulldog walked down the road wearing a shimmering long sleeve shirt and black tights-- both fitted for her feral dog form.

"Alright," she said in her broad tone, "going to help a human unleash his inner dog."

She saw some humans coming up the sidewalk she walked so she moved towards the side of the buildings, hiding in the shadows and walking slowly to keep out of sight and keep quiet until the humans passed. Once they were gone she swerved back out onto the middle of the sidewalk and kept walking to the corner store.

As Catherine walked, she heard a voice. "Hey! Yo! Catherine!"

Catherine looked up and it was a pigeon wearing a pair of pants and a shirt, the sleeves rolled up to let out his wings. It was Pierre of course!

"Pierre!" Catherine smiled a big bulldog smile. "How's it been?"

Pierre flapped down and perched himself on a sign. The antiques store the sign was placed in front of had its lights off. Nobody was there and the bulldog couldn't hear any humans to overhear a conversation between two talking animals.

The pigeon snickered. "You know how it is, eating seed and flying around. Yourself?"

"I've been good," said Catherine. "Moved into a new place the other day. It has a doggy door and my human 'masters' serve as a good cover for why a dog owns a place."

"Nice," said Pierre, "I still live above the library. What are you up to tonight?"

Catherine rolled her head, grinning. "Agora, that dryad lady, called me and said she had a human turned into a dog that could use some loving, if you know what I mean."

Pierre chuckled. "You are such a whore, Catherine."

Catherine smiled, teeth showing. "Don't make me bite the tailfeathers off your body! I love having sex and I'll get whatever I can."

"Well," said Pierre, "if I hear howling tonight I'll know who it is! See ya around."

The bird took off flying. Catherine cheered. "See ya around!"

She kept moving. She found the corner store so she slipped through an alleyway in between a couple buildings to find where the stairs leading up to the apartment above the store. Stepping up the stairs, she could hear the television outside.

Walking up to the door, she patted at it with a paw. "Hey, Agora! You home?"

"Coming!" said Agora, heard from within. There were some steps and then the door opened. Agora, still in dryad form, smiled down at the bulldog. "How are you, Catherine?"

"Well fed and spry," said Catherine, walking in without permission. Agora closed the door behind her and Catherine scanned the room for the target dog. There he was on the other side of the room, the rottweiler's backside sticking out passed the end of the couch.

Catherine cut to the chase and walked over to see Dale finishing off his plate, licking it clean! Oh, how everyone loved to see humans get turned into animals and eat like animals. The bulldog went up beside Dale and rubbed her hips against his side, startling the boy.

Dale barked and looked at Catherine. There she was, a bulldog in clothes. She must have been whatever kind of animal Belula was, Dale guessed.

"This is Catherine, Dale," said Agora. "I thought you could use some dog company."

Catherine smiled and laid her head down in front of Dale. "How's it going, fella?" She took a paw and placed it on Dale's.

Franklin and Belula moved to the edge of the seat to get a look at the drama going on between the two quadrapeds. The imp and frog gave each other a look when they knew what was going on with Catherine.

Dale shook his head and barked. Catherine smirked. "Can't speak huh? That's ok. Sometimes..." she took her snout and rubbed her nose into the side of Dale's neck-- "we don't need to use words to communicate." She looked over at the television. "What are you watching?"

"T.V," Franklin said plainly.

Catherine looked down at the floor. "Is the store closed?"

"Yes," said Agora. "They close at 7:00 on Saturdays."

"So..." Catherine smiled and let her eyes sparkle for Dale, "that means we could go down there and mess around?"

Agora smiled. "Follow me..."

Catherine got up and walked before realizing Dale wasn't following her. She turned back and wiggled her hips at the rottweiler. "Are you coming, dog?"

Her scent caught Dale's nose. He wanted to have sex with her. He knew it was wrong, to have an attraction for a dog but... he was a dog too. And no dog had ever looked at him like that, they way Catherine did. No dog had ever shook her butt like that at Dale.

He got up and followed Agora and Catherine to a door on the other side of the house. Through a small kitchen, the three of them walked to the door. Agora opened a door and a light went on to reveal white tiled stairs.

"Come with me," said Catherine.

Dale followed Catherine down the steps, him having to keep his eyes on the steps to make sure he didn't fall. He was a new dog and didn't have the instincts to walk down stairs on all fours with confidence. Catherine, on the other hand, walked down the steps-- her stubby legs barely hoisting her belly over the ledges-- looking over at the rottweiler.

"So it's been being a dog?" asked Catherine, knowing well that the rottweiler couldn't respond.

Dale said nothing. He stood still for a moment to look over at the bulldog but didn't give an expression.

"That exciting, huh?" joked Catherine. "I can imagine it being a different thing for a human to be transformed." Catherine waited for the rottweiler to catch up-- the bigger dog taking slow steps down the passage. She smiled. "Is this your first time being transformed? Humans... they are so vulnerable to transformations!"

Dale stopped and waited for Catherine to look at him to nod in confirmation. Catherine smiled and the two continued to the bottom of the stairs.

The door at the bottom was closed. If Agora left it open, it must have shut on its own. Catherine guessed it wasn't locked though. Dale, being tall enough to reach the knob, grabbed the thing with his mouth and turned it, feeling guilty for leaving dog slobber on the thing.

The door popped open and the two canines walked into a quiet and dark corner store. There were some lingering smells like hotdogs and cigarettes but nothing too distracting.

Their paws clicked on the tile floor. A mystic moonlight shone in from the windows, the outside looking quiet and calm.

Catherine walked up to Dale and rubbed against his black fur. Dale shivered, unsure what to do with the dog rubbing up against him. What was the gesture? Was she just playing with him or was there something more?

"If I can be frank," said Catherine, "I think I would hate being a human and would want to get turned into something else quickly."

Dale stared. He didn't know what to say, or he wouldn't have known what to say if he could.

The bulldog laid on her back, paws up. She gave Dale a look. "Want to undress me?"

Dale knew what she wanted.

The rottweiler was nervous about having sex-- let alone having sex as a dog-- but her scent was so strong and her eyes called to him like a siren across the sea. The rottweiler took the top of her pants and pulled them down. Catherine smiled as the leggings peeled down her digitigrade limbs.

The dog was wearing panties-- a strange shape to fit around her dog crotch. For some reason, it got Dale even hornier.

The bulldog helped herself in removing her shirt. She shifted and pulled her forelegs into the sleevesand then pushed the article over the head. No bra. Dale couldn't tell if he was disappointed or not.

Catherine shook her hips at Dale. "Come on, take a bite."

Dale clipped his teeth on the side of the bulldog's panties and slid them down her legs. Getting his nose down so close to her sex-- it filled his nostrils with joys.

He took off the panties and dropped them on the floor. Catherine got up and turned to show her sex to Dale. It was an odd shaped but Dale was aroused anyway. His dog instincts and attractions overpowered any disgust that his human side had.

Catherine leaned down and stretched out her legs. She barked.

Dale climbed on top, put his paws down beside Catherine head and... got thrusting! His dick entered the bulldog and everything made sense. Any doubt that he had that the act wouldn't feel as amazing as it could went away. This was heaven!

They grunted lowly as they smashed their bodies into each other. A smile came across Dale's face-- eyes miles away and tongue dangling out the side of his face. Oh... fucking a bulldog; it was amazing!

Catherine shared his love. The bulldog's eyes went upward and the dog dropped her tongue out. The two sentient mutts panted as they smashed each other, their tiny tails upward like they were trying to reach the sky.

Would those upstairs hear? They were quiet-- lost in the ecstasy of sex. If Dale cared enough to imagine the others and their behavior, he would have guessed that Franklin had an impish ear on the floor, trying to hear what the canines were up to.

Time passed and the hump number went up. It ticked up like a counter at a train station.

Dale felt his balls boil. Oh no, was he going to cum? Did Catherine want him to cum inside her?

He barked. Catherine looked back and between a couple pants, let out a throaty bark as well.

Dale didn't see why not, so he spread his legs out further and let the surge flow. The surge massaged his taint. His juice fired down his dog-pipe and into the bulldog. He compressed his stance onto Catherine and tightened his neck. He whimpered quietly-- squealing through a clenched muzzle.

Catherine panted louder and strained her gasps. Dale's seed filled inside her, spritzing out between their sexes. Dale barked through his breaths while the rottweiler core beat onto Catherine's body.

Once Dale had came, the bulldog had to wait before she had an orgasm of her own. They unplugged and took a rest before their canine urges sizzled again. Catherine rested, the flair of arousal still burning in her loins.

In almost the exact spot as before, and in the same position, they got fucking.

They humped, joyous to be inside each other. The dogs panted and barked with joy. Catherine let out a snappy bark and Dale responded with a deep guttural shaker. Their noises intensified. Even if the guys upstairs weren't listening in, it was at a point they couldn't help but hear the dogs doing activities.

Catherine found herself a nice man that night. A big strong rottweiler. A nervous but a fierce lover. He slammed her hindquarters like a tenderizer. She took his every blow with delight. Transformed humans... always so wild.

A cry echoed inside her. She splayed her claws and ducked her head down-- feeling something squeeze out of her. She clenched her jaw as her juices flowed out of her and took up into the air to howl when they escaped her body!

Catherine howled and feeling her juices tickle his cock got Dale excited. An orgasm shook and the rottweiler spammed thrusts as the climax broke free and got spraying his essence into his corner store lover. He barked once or twice-- loud barks to shake the room-- and then he howled into the ceiling.

The two howled-- their howls dancing with one another. They barked and howled until their essences were free from them, then they relaxed, unbuckled and took a rest, leaving a puddle of sticky wet on the floor.

As they lay there, Catherine smiled at him. "Ever do something like this as a human?"

Dale shook his head.

Catherine chuckled. Dale worried that he was rubbing up against a time limit for his cure but his loins quaked beneath him and the rottweiler would risk it if he was going to spend a night with such a wonderful bulldog.

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