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Jodi stepped into the chalk circle in the nude and got down on her knees with her eyes locked on the large dog opposite her the whole while. The burly Great Pyrenees met the young woman in the middle of the small space and licked the serious expression off her face.

“Damn it, Charlie! This is serious!” Jodi sarcastically threatened as she let him get his licks in.

“He didn’t know about self-control before, Jodi. Over the last year it’s gotten worse. Some of that’s my fault. So hard to tell him no when I understand that energy he’s feeling,” remarked Roxanne from her seat outside the ritual space. Seeing Jodi get on all fours brought back warm memories of years past. As she sat there, Roxanne spun the uncanny blackened femur bone that was the key to the ceremony in her hand. “You two ready? One bark for yes, two for no. That goes for you too, Jodi.”

Charlie barked once.

Red faced, Jodi did her very best bark.

“Hehe, no cold feet or paws. Good! Because once we start, you’re both committed,” Roxanne warned as she stood from her chair, tapping the ritual bone against her thigh. “Then let’s do it. Mouths open, please.”

Dog and woman obeyed and let their jaws hang open. Both their eyes are wide in expectation for what’s to come. For the dog it was the end of a crazy year he’d never forget. For Jodi, it was the start of her own wild journey. They were in the basement of the college she’d graduated from just a week prior. She was about to embark on a very special gap year as a canine. Taking part of a long held, secretive tradition on campus that she had no idea existed a year ago. Now Jodi wanted nothing else.

The Bone Biters Society had been on campus since the college was founded in the late nineteenth century as a means to support animal welfare and conservation. While still doing these things and being a fixture on campus, a secret inner circle of members partook in a special ceremony that involved a member spending a year as a dog. They would do this in the care of the previous canine with their wits intact and as their desired breed. Once they changed back, they’d be the one to care for the next dog. Then they’d move to the Roxanne role as ‘previous owner’ to advise, while retaining the ability to transform into their chosen canine form at will.

Being chosen as that year’s ‘new dog’ was not an easy process but Jodi had been the clear winner. She had a hard time getting through finals knowing what was in store for her- so long as she passed. Jodi did and while everyone else thought she was working in a remote animal refuge somewhere in the jungle she would be living life as a dog right there at the college. With no one but a select few Society members aware of who Jodi really was. The thrill of that alone had the young woman’s mind racing.

Jodi was on the short side with frizzy, shoulder length hair, fair skin, callow face, bright blue eyes, small breasts, and rounder posterior. She and Charlie were of similar size and weight as they were now. She was bookish, smart, highly empathetic, and had always had a close affection for animals. Dogs in particular. A fascination which led to Jodi thinking about being a dog long before she ever knew of the Bone Biters. Now here she was, about to take the plunge.

Roxanne knelt down between them and held the bone out between Jodi and Charlie. The two foot long femur appeared taken from a hybrid of canine and human that had been scorched black. On this was a fire etched jumble of markings, verses in an unknown language, and overlapping forms of canine and person. Charlie clamped down on the head of the femur. Adding his bite marks to the wide variety of canine bites on the designated dog side of the bone. On Jodi’s end the bite marks were all human and concentrated in one spot.

“Bite down slowly but hard. Really sink your teeth in,” a smiling Roxanne told Jodi as she held the aged bone to the girl’s lips.

Nodding, Jodi did as she was told. There was a subtle tangy heat to the bone that she found had a taste of sandalwood and dog kisses. Once her teeth had sunk in completely they were stuck. Charlie peered across the bone at Jodi as they felt their frantic heartbeats sync together. With it a comprehension of the dog’s expression and body language that let her know what Charlie would say if he could, ‘Have a blast,’.

“Jodi, close your eyes. In your mind picture the dog you want to be. Hold it in your imagination and you will see it come to pass,” instructed Roxanne as she gripped the center of the bone in both hands.

It was an easy thing for Jodi to imagine the beautiful reddish brown Leonberger bitch she wanted to be. A neighbor of hers growing up had owned one growing up and she’d always wanted one as a pet. When the society asked her during the application process for a breed, Jodi never wavered from her choice. She’d thought about what she’d look like so much the breed had invaded her dreams for months. Jodi was eager to see it through for real at last.

“Good girl,” Roxanne said to Jodi, petting her head. “Your turn, Charlie. It’s time to relinquish the gift to Jodi and take back your humanity. Remember Curtis. Accept him. Take what you have learned and return to his life- your life. Know that you will always bear the gift’s memory in your heart. Pass on the gift so that another may know the bone’s bite.”

The large dog shut his eyes. Like Jodi, he had no trouble picturing his old body in his mind’s eye. After a short hesitation to take in all the sensations one final time, Charlie remembered the man he was. He quite loved being Charlie the Great Pyrenees. But once he thought of Curtis, the man he’d been, that was all that he could think about. Old memories, connections, responsibilities, loves, and responsibilities flooded into his brain. That pushed out the canine instincts and with it the magical gift emparted to him a year ago left his body.

“Good boy. Let it all out. Jodi, dear, with your acceptance another notch in the winding collar is made. You are not the first notch or the last. This gift is yours for a year. To be passed as it was passed to you to another willing soul. Your heart forever entwined with your canine other to be,” Roxanne recited from memory as best she could.

A cold crackle of unseen energy pulsed from Charlie’s end of the bone to Jodi’s. A wash of curious tingling slowly seeped into her gums. Soon her whole face and head were consumed in a deluge of shivering magic that touched everything skin to bone. She couldn’t stop herself digging fingers and toes into the worn hardwood floor or curling her back. The sweating set in that Jodi had been told to expect. As did the muscle spasms, heavy breathing, dilating eyes, drooling, and a quivering arousal.If she wasn’t anchored to the bone by magic, Jodi would have let go early.

As a carnival of new feelings overwhelmed Jodi on one end of the bone, Charlie was revisited by the familiar magic and let it envelop him. This time was hotter and his thoughts not so fuzzy due to intruding instincts. His head kept level to Jodi’s throughout. Teeth locked into the ritual bone like her. Charlie opened his eyes at the first inkling the transformation had begun; a distinct, numb prickliness of his front paws.

Truth be told, he was more interested in seeing what Jodi would become than his own looming transformation back to Curtis.

“You can open your eyes now, girl. The ritual was a success and the gift brews within you,” Roxanne invited Jodi. When she did and her eyes connected with Charlie's, a jolt went through their jaws to loosen them. The bone fell free on the floor while the two staggered back on their haunches. “Time for the… fun part.”

Both dog and human knew what was coming. But as they regained their senses Jodi let out a curl of laughter. Her nose wriggled and tugged, blackening and rounding more as it did. Soon her lips, tongue, teeth, and face were tingling with changes. Jodi could not get her hands on her face fast enough to feel her canine teeth extending. She also found lots of her own drool and a tongue outgrowing her mouth.

As Jodi’s face morphed Charlie’s paws fattened and digits returned to the fingers and thumbs. He’d missed his hands occasionally over the last year and was happy to see them again. Not quite as happy as Jodis with her growing muzzle and ears.

“It’s happring so frast!” Jodi exclaimed with trouble after only a minute into things. Already her ears were progressing and her hair was falling out fast. None of it spooked her. She has hoped to have her voice and hold onto her human vision for longer but that wasn’t to be. It didn’t detract from the thrill of seeing her extending muzzle sprout the beginnings of a black mask of fur.

“I told you,” smirked Roxxanne. Who had retaken her seat and had picked up her travel mug full of coffee.

Tall, with short dark hair, brown eyes, full lips, fuller chest, and exuding Latin charm, Roxanne’s role for the ritual was all but done. Her thoughts were more about having to move out of the house whose basement they were in. It belonged to the society and just like she’d taken it on from the Previous Owner before her, Charlie- soon to be Curtis- would be moving in. Complete with new Leonberger companion.

Jodi sat back up on her hands and knees the moment she felt an expected bump pushing out at the base of her spine. She let out a happy whimper when she saw it. “Mry trairrrllllrrr,” Jodi said eagerly but with considerable trouble.

“That was one of my favorite parts,” remarked Roxanne.

Charlie howled disapprovingly while watching his own tail start to shed fur and shrink. His feet and legs were shifting back to their human proportions and losing their fur and canine flesh along the way. He let himself clumsily flop to the floor rather than try to stand through it like Jodi was pushing herself to do.

Patches of fur were showing up all over Jodi’s body amid the magic’s proliferation throughout her entire frame. Dull, painless electric shocks caused her breath to hitch and pushed her onto the tips of her fingers and toes. It didn’t distract from Jodi admiring her tail growing with her head turned as much as it could to watch. Jodi also got a good view of what she felt going on internally around her hips and pelvis. Bones moved just under the sweaty surface towards locking the woman on all fours. She could hardly wait.

Gurgling preceded the relocation of her slowly transforming internal organs and Jodi braced more discomfort. A brief stinging heat in her loins melted into a pleasurable ache that dispelled any pains. All through her labias, clit, slit, canal, and cervix stirred as they were next to alter to their new canine form. Jodi had long pined over this very moment in her dreams. Her changing cunt grew hotter with every passing second. Every new patch of fur came out fluffed on end and her tail stayed raised in the air well after it had grown to its full length.

Barely visible steam coming off Charlie was clear to see smoking off Jodi’s back. The steam was thickest around her transfiguring rear end. Jodi was too drunk on the horny heat of her blooming canine cunt to be phased by her legs shrinking, contorting, and cramping their figure away. Drooling and panting for breath, Jodi lets her head droop. She glimpsed her shriveled breasts, darker canine nipples, and the signs of more teats sprouting down her gaunt torso. But what fueled her arousal most of all was her transforming feet and toes.

Already the big toes on either foot had shrunk and pulled up the elongating foot. The other toes bulged larger, their nails narrowing as they blackened, while underneath Jodi delighted in the coarse pads swelling underneath. A minute later they were nearer to paws than human feet. Her skin darkened in places and lightened in others with her furry furnishings almost ready to germinate. When it did, Jodi rear had shifted nearly full to the hindquarters she’d have for the next year.

Taking it all in together was almost enough to fry the frazzled woman’s tweaking senses. Charlie could see and smell as much from a few feet away. His transformation had returned his human limbs, taken his tail, stripped a lot of his fur, and was presently working over his torso. His nose still being canine, Charlie got a good whiff of Jodi’s new cunt going into a pseudo heat. It stiffened his ruby red doggy cock after it had already lost its sheath and his balls were furless. A knot and orgasm quickly followed as Charlie was rusty on self-control.

“Things are really heating up in here, huh?” Roxanne casually commented while fanning herself with the ritual bone. “Dogs will be dogs.”

The last few squirts of doggy seed from Charlie came as his cock softened back to his modest, pale skinned, uncut human penis. It cleared the man’s head of any lurid canine thoughts that belonged to his Charlie days.

Fully embracing her coming year of Bridget (the name she had chosen for her Leonberger form), Jodi didn’t mind the breathing problems incurred with a barreling canine chest, burgeoning teats, shifting shoulders, and shrinking arms. It was all getting her closer to her dream year. One where she could act on her pressing new instinct to be bred and mounted by a dog, so Jodi was disappointed to see Charlie’s face losing its canine charm to the features of just some guy.

The basement air was thick with steam put off by the transforming pair. Curtis was almost himself again in all but the details of the man he was. His sandy hair, green eyes, pale skin, meager muscles, and cheery cheeks were how he remembered them. He was a year older than Jodi and was attending grad school at the college in the fall after some summer catch up courses. That responsibility had Curtis in no rush to stand up or to see if his voice was back.

Jodi happily slobbered her human responsibilities away. Her new water-resistant reddish brown fur grew thick from neck to chest and down reach of her dense furnishings. The prickling of so much fur made Jodi shutter nose to tail and back again. It didn’t dent her wide, panting smile. It covered all the bulging muscles, the rows of teats, and everywhere else that wasn’t her throbbing cunt.

The air and ground under Jodi was moist with her sweat, drool, and arousal. The smells and sounds of her own transformation were the first things her heightened canine senses experienced. Jodi’s new scent, Charlie’s old one, the lingering aroma of her human stink, the whiskey in Roxanne’s coffee, and the odor of her new pussy were seared into her mind. She tasted the same smells in the humid air. That got her tail wagging wildly and already tense muscles flexing harder. All the beginning of so many treasured memories.

As the din of shifting bone and stretching flesh died down just shy of twenty minutes since Charlie and Jodi sunk their teeth into the ritual bone. Roxanne polished off the rest of her coffee before attending to final duties. She grabbed and then presented the returned Curtis with a full length black woolen cloak. He took it gladly.

“Thank you,” smiled Curtis in a soft, hoarse voice. With the magic leaving him and change complete came the onset of chills that made the customary cloak very welcome.

“My pleasure. I remember how much I needed it last year,” recalled Roxanne as she turned towards the panting Leonberger. In her hands a violet dog collar with a heart shaped dog tag that Jodi picked out the day before. Complete with her new name. “And this is for you, Bridget. Hold still while I clip it on.”

Jodi had no trouble keeping still as the magic continued leaving her. She heard the collar clip around her neck. The dreamlike state of the transformation was fully dispelled and reality sank in fast. A swirl of fears, anxieties, and unknowns could not overcome Jodi’s enthusiasm, wonder, and newfound love of herself on all fours. Her brain was buzzing as her new body gradually relaxed. She would have barked it if she could have caught her breath.

‘I made it. I’m really a dog! Where’s a mirror when you need one? I need to see how I look. Because I feel… furry gorgeous,’ Jodi thought to herself. She peered up at Roxanne as Curtis joined her on his wobbly legs.

“Wow, she’s beautiful. I didn’t look that good after my ritual,” Curtis quietly commented.

“Me either. She picked out a beautiful breed. Big too,” a grinning Roxanne smirked in reply.

Bridget was a hundred and fifteen pound, two year old (in appearance) Leonberger bitch with a black mask over her face and muzzle. A thick, full coat of reddish brown fur covered the rest. It complimented the elegant feminine curves particular to her breed. She may have been panting and shaky on all fours like she’d just run a marathon but Bridget’s eyes and expression were pure joy.

Roxanne and Curtis’s admiration turned into a silent game of watch and wait.

‘What are they just standing around for? Put a leash on me and let’s go! I can almost move again so let’s gooooo!’ Bridget cheered internally as her muscles relaxed back into her control.

“Shouldn’t be long now,” Roxanne mentioned to Curtis.

The dog cocked its head at what there was left to do. She wanted to go for a run, test her body out, and perhaps play for a few hours. Then the exhaustion of the transformation caught up to Bridget. Hitting her full force, she barely had time to lay down before she passed out entirely.

“There she goes,” chuckled Curtis.

“Happens every time. I thought I could stay up for days and then bam. Sleepy time for doggo,” Roxanne recalled tenderly. “I pick her up and you get the doors for me. Then we can partake in a special custom between the old dog and their previous owner.”

Curtis was intrigued. “Oh? What’s that?”

Roxanne bent down and with some effort lifted the slumbering dog. Then answered, “Shots, my good, man. Shots!”

******

~Every New Dog Has A First Day~

It was two days later around late morning when Bridget stirred awake. She was curled in a large, comfy dog bed in a familiar tiny but quaint living room. A shaft of sunlight from the nearby bay window made the spot extra cozy. Bridget understood why dogs in the society’s small campus house were always glued to this particular dog bed. And why it was so hard to get to leave.

Bridget pushed herself to stand so she could get a better look at herself. After copious stretching and shaking, she just stood there beside the dog bed drinking it all in. From the weight of the fur to the snuffling noise she made breathing it was all delighting Bridget in ways she couldn’t have dreamt off. Bridget barked a few times and spun about with a burst of excitement.

She set about the small house with nose close to the ground. The tiny, two story house was wonderfully rich with aromas for Bridget’s new nose. Charlie’s scent was everywhere along with Roxanne’s as it had been their house yesterday. Bridget picked up on another person’s scent that she recognized but couldn’t identify. So she kept on sniffing.

The small kitchen had a door to the basement where she had transformed, another to a tiny bathroom, and the third being the front door. There in the kitchen were food and dog bowls with her name on them filled and waiting for her. She remembered being told to not overthink lapping up water. Which was easier said than done. The food was a mix of kibble, carrots, and bacon intended to help the woman’s transition to a new diet. Bridget had no trouble eating most of the food. The kibble proved not so bad to her adjusted tastes.

Leaving the kitchen, Bridget circled back to the living room and took the carpeted steps upstairs. At the top of the stairs there was a small closet and doors to either side. The right led to the master bedroom with a small closet and bathroom where Bridget found Curtis moved in. Lots of family pictures, his gaming computer, tons of geology books for his masters, and many board games.

Across the hall was a smaller guest bedroom with a twin bed, window, a dresser, and nightstand. There was also a large dog crate with Bridget’s name on the door. That’s when she saw Curtis just entering.

All at once Bridget’s ears, tail, and posture drooped when they locked eyes. But her tail kept wagging and he was genuinely pleased to see she was awake.

“Look who’s finally up. How are you doing, Bridget? Adjusting well after your long nap?” Curtis asked as set down his groceries to pet the new dog of the house.

‘I’m doing great! Guess I did sleep about twelve hours, huh?’ Bridget thought while receiving her head rubs.

With a year of dogging under his belt, he had a good sense of what Bridget had on the dog’s mind. “You’ve been sound asleep for almost forty hours now. That first change can really take it out of you,” Curtis informed her. He laughed as he saw her jaw drop. “I was out for almost fifty hours so don’t feel bad sleeping through your first doggy day. You’re awake now and I bet you want some fresh air, right?”

‘Yes! Outside! That would mean getting seen, being seen by others…’ she figured to herself. Bridget was nervous but her excitement showed in her still wagging tail and bright eyes.

Curtis went to one of the kitchen drawers and pulled out an aged leather dog leash. The sight of which caused Bridget to sit alert on her haunches.

“It’s scary the first time out but I’ll be right there with you. Gotta put groceries away and then we’ll go on your first walk,” promised Curtis.

Bridget sat and waited diligently, tail wagging, trying to remind herself that no one (outside of fellow Society insiders) would know who she really was. They’d just be meeting Bridget; the Society’s ‘rescue’ mascot for the next year out taking her first laps. Charlie had been a popular pooch and Dianna the Jack Russell before her. Living up to their standard would come in time.

For now Bridget merely had to make sure she didn’t act too suspiciously. She’d hate to be the reason the Bone Biter’s special ritual was found out. Bridget was determined to not let that happen.

“You’ll do great, Bridget. Summer classes don’t start until next week so campus is practically dead. Won’t run into many folks. You okay with being touched, or should tell people no? Get used to hearing that question, heh,” Curtis said as he clipped the leash onto Bridget’s collar. “All I ask is that you try not to go after any squirrels. I don’t want my arm ripped out of my socket. You’re a big girl.”

‘You bet your ass!’ she replied in woof.

On the way out the door Curtis took a sealed envelope off the fridge. Bridget was already at the door waiting and didn’t see him stash the envelope in his pocket before opening the front door.

The many scents of the house were nothing to the wide open, tree filled college campus. Vadlemyre College was set in a small, bustling town that sat in the sleepy, tree covered picturesque hills. The expertly tended grounds were in full mid-May bloom and the lawns were recently mowed by the smell of them. The Bone Biter’s Society’s small house sat on a sliver of land at the end of a professor’s row of houses. It had a small fenced backyard and a stone path from the front door to the sidewalk.

Bridget had goosebumps walking the path and then going onto the sidewalk on all fours with nothing but fur and collar on. It felt like she was walking on air those first few blocks. Sometimes she’d rush ahead or fall behind staring and needed the gentle tug of the leash to get her walking in pace with Curtis. There were so many sights, smells, and sounds for a dog to be distracted by. And when the initial buzz wore off, the call of nature also bubbled up.

“I can see how you’re walking. I can take you somewhere discreet to do your business. I also brought a baggie just in case,” Curtis mentioned to Bridget discreetly.

‘Yes, please,’ Bridget whimpered and nodded.

They walked another two blocks, turned down an alley that went behind the modern design science building to a secluded patch of grass. The spot was well hidden from view by trees and high bushes for discreet taking care of her business. Curtis also gave her privacy. Didn’t take all the awkwardness off that first squat in the grass for Bridget.

‘At least I’m not expected to mark every tree I see. How did Charlie manage,’ Bridget thought as she relieved herself.

Afterwards they began a meandering journey through the campus to let Bridget get her bearings. This is when the envelope came out and she saw a list she had made before her change in Curtis’s hands.

“Now is as good a time as any to go over your doggy bucket list for the year. Roxanne was able to knock out my whole list so I’ve got a tough act to follow. I hope your demands are on the reasonable side,” Curtis remarked as he read down the list. “Okay. Nothing too extreme or unexpected. ‘Run on the beach’ and ‘visit a dog park’ we can knock out in one trip with this place Roxanne took me. ‘Compete in a dog show agility trial’ and ‘become a certified therapy dog’ will take some planning and setup but doable. Very doable. I think I remember Roxanne saying her old dog had won some ribbons at a few shows so it can be arranged for sure. We have a phony pedigree for you and everything so it's just a matter of paperwork. Let’s see, ‘Bark at the Park’? What’s that?”

‘Just read the note…’ Bridget urged the man in thought.

“Oh, there’s a note. ‘Dog day at the ballpark’ with a short link to tickets. Such a good girl,” Curtis doted, giving Bridget a hearty head rub.

‘Heck yeah!’ she barked.

Curtis continued, “I can promise that you’ll achieve your ‘Playing until you pass out’ lots of times. Probably when you’re ‘chasing squirrels around campus unleashed’ or the, ahem, ‘Breeding with several suitors’. We already knew you wanted to have a litter so no surprise on that wish. I think they were even looking for some suitors for you…” He let the suggestion hang in the air. “In case it slipped your mind, that collar keeps you from getting knocked up so, it’ll only come off when the time comes. Until then, you’re free to have fun if you wanna.”

‘Jeez. Thanks, dad,’ Bridget sardonically ruffed while rolling her eyes.

“If you keep doing that with your eyes people are gonna start to wonder,” Curtis warned. “Otherwise you’re falling into the role of Bridget the doggo rather well. For a first outing no less. Now what’s this last one on the list?” A wily smile grew on his face as he read the paper. “Well that’s pretty naughty. But I’m down.

That got Bridget’s tag wagging as they ventured through the college commons. As expected there weren’t many students or faculty around. It was a pleasant surprise then when Roxanne appeared with a leashed dog of her own.

“Charlie and Bridget! Oops! I mean, Curtis and Bridget! Heh, I guess old habits do die hard,” Roxanne remarked as she and the man hugged.

“You’ve got a few months to break the habit before fall semester. Then people will start to wonder,” Curtis joshed.

While the two people quickly caught up Bridget sniffed at Hadrian, a friendly black Newfoundland with his own special society membership. Also a former human, they didn’t change back after passing on the gift twelve years prior. They were content with the situation and had been owned for six years by another previous owner. This ‘Very Special Boy’ had been picked up that morning and was to live with Roxanne for the next three years at least. Jodi had met Hadrian on several occasions before and always loved the affectionate lap dog sized like a wolf.

‘Gosh, even from this angle you’re a big boy. Handsome too. With a lovely scent.’ Bridget thought to herself as they touched noses.

The look the Newfoundland gave in return after a good sniff was a gentlemanly, ‘You don’t smell so bad yourself, big girl.’

Both dogs were getting on great and that didn’t go unnoticed.

“They’re really getting on well. But who doesn’t get along with Hady?” Curtis said as he and Roxanne watched their doggos.

“He’s a friendly boy. Bit of a lady killer too,” confided Roxanne.

“Oh? You know that from… personal experience?” winked Curtis.

“Me? Ha! I wasn’t interested in that side of things for my turn. Besides, he’s way too big for Diana the jack russell terrier. Great to wrestle with and then fall asleep on,” Roxanne recalled fondly.

“Ohhh, he was my second favorite pillow. The first-”

“Living room dog bed,” Roxanne finished for him.

The humans shared a laugh while the dogs licked and nuzzled. While the dogs got more familiar, Curtis shared Bridget’s bucket list with Roxanne to get her thoughts. They got talking and a plan came together for a special playdate that upcoming Saturday. One that could check off several items on that list in a single go. When they shared the idea with the two dogs there was a lot of happy woofing and slobbering.

Everyone parted for the day and promised to meet for a morning walk the next morning to iron out more details about their special trip. Bridget was on her tiptoes the whole way back to the society house. She wouldn’t calm down enough for her afternoon nap in the living room dog bed for another hour as she fantasized about all the fun she had coming. Was only a few naps away.

******

~Barks at the Beach~

It was a two hour drive from the campus to a beach town by the name of Beryl Quay. Roxanne promised a big beach for running, a dog friendly boardwalk, stores, and restaurants, and a very big dog park. Curtis had a cooler full of snacks and beers in the trunk and beach chairs in the front seat. Bridget had the back seat and a towel to herself for the trip. Plenty of room for her to struggle to stand during every turn the car made.

They listened to Curtis’s playlist on the way there. When a bad song came up she howled until he changed it to something she could awoo along too.

They reached the beach mid-morning, parking next to Roxanne’s recently arrived pickup truck. Hadrian was barking in the bed of the truck as Roxanne unloaded her own stuff. The four hiked over the boardwalk to the beach that was already filling up with folks. They found a good spot and laid out their towels, bags, chairs, umbrella, and got to applying sunscreen.

Bridget had been up since before sunrise on account of pure excitement. The closer they got to the beach, the more her nerves tempered by having to be seen by so many people. She would also be meeting real dogs for the first time on top of knocking off four things from her bucket list. Three of them- fetch on the beach, visiting a dog park, and playing until passing out- Bridget could figure. The fourth she wasn’t sure on but she trusted Curtis and Roxanne to not disappoint.

On the walk to the beach Bridget and Hadrian were doted on by most passing children and anyone who couldn’t resist a huggable pooch. Curtis and Roxanne did their best to keep the dogs from being overwhelmed or poked too much. Hadrian had no trouble but Bridget was worn out from attention before her paws touched sand. Noticing this, Roxanne kept people away once on the beach until Bridget was ready for more.

The day truly got underway when Curtis removed the dog’s leashes and Roxanne pulled out a frisbee. For the next hour they moved up and down the beach playing catch between dogs and their caretakers. At one point Curtis and Roxanne took turns throwing the frisbee into the surf. The dogs would run into the waves trying to be the one to bring the frisbee back. Bridget kept score in her head until she realized it didn’t matter.

They’d get back to their spot on the beach tired and hungry. The dogs got water, the humans had their beer, and both had snacks.

“That’s ‘fetch on the beach’ checked off Bridget’s list. You two ready to check off another?” Curtis asked the canines after they’d all had time to relax a little.

Bridget stopped casually digging a hole and hopped over to Curtis. Woofing in his face, ‘Heck freakin’ yeah we are!’

“That means yes. Come on, the dog park is this way,” Roxanne invited as she stood with leash in hand.

It was a short walk to the boardwalk and then down a ways to the impressive dog park that Beryl Quay featured. Theirs was a football sized field space surrounded by a high chain link fence. Inside were different sections. One with dog sized tunnels, ladders, wading pools, and tunnels for play. Other areas had grass, fountains, and the rest was fine sand and room to play. There were six gates in and out of the dog park. Each manned by a volunteer from the local women’s animal welfare society. It was clean, inviting, and dogs were allowed to roam free without any leashes.

“You two have fun and try not to get in any trouble. We’ll be back in an hour or so. Gonna peruse the boardwalk,” Curtis told the dogs while unhooking Bridget from her leash.

“Hadrian will keep an eye on Bridget. Not that I think she needs it,” remarked Roxanne as she looked over the other dogs in the park. “No one here would size up to this pair of pups.”

Curtis also did a cursory scan. “You sure? I see a pair of mastiffs, a pair of golden retrievers, and a German shepherd hanging out together near the far corner. You don’t think they could be trouble?”

Roxanne smiled and shook her head. “Nah, I remember them from my visit here while I was the new dog. I’m sure Hadrian does too. They’re a friendly local pack that, if they do anything, keep order in the dog park,” she assured Curtis. “Now come on, I want some saltwater taffy and you need a stronger SPF sunscreen.”

“Wait, I do?”

“I can see you crisping up already, Curtis. Let’s go,” Roxanne insisted while lightly tugging Curtis by the arm. Exactly where she saw his skin starting to burn.

“Ow ow ow! Okay, I’ll buy better lotion,” Curtis hastily relented from the pain.

Once their caretakers were gone the dogs got to doing what dogs do. They ran around playing as a not so subtle way to bump into other dogs to sniff and greet. Bridget learned from Hadrian the finer details of dog greeting formalities. That turned into playing with a changing cadre of dogs through the different sections of the dog park. Only stopping to drink from a fountain or relieve themselves in the designated area. The pair from the college lost track of time in the process of getting to know over thirty new friends by scent alone.

With four years of college and Dean’s list under her collar, Bridget had forgotten what it was to totally lose track of time. When Curtis and Roxanne, leashes in hand, whistled them over, Bridget didn’t want to go. She acted like a bratty pup that didn’t want her good times to end. A well tanned Curtis had to show her it was almost five o’clock to let a reluctant Bridget be leashed.

After giving goodbye woofs and licks to all her new friends, Bridget went with the others down the boardwalk. She learned their caretakers had already packed everything back into their cars and they had a reservation as a dog friendly restaurant at the Beryl Quay pier. Since they were running a little early, Roxanne pulled out the one item they hadn’t put away: the frisbee.

Bridget’s unforgettable Saturday got better and better. A full half hour of playing before a relaxing dinner for four oceanside. She and Hadrian were served three courses tailored to a dog’s palette while Curtis and Roxanne had their own. The steak tartare being a standout favorite of all four. Then after dinner they headed to the beach for a one last quick run in the surf. That ‘quick run’ ended up going until the stars were coming out. By then a panting and thoroughly exhausted Bridget had to be carried back to the car in Curtis’s arms.

“That’s ‘passing out from play’ done too. That’s three on her list done in less than a week,” Curtis sighed happily as he buckled himself in and started the car. “Sleep up, Bridget, and we might even knock four out by morning,” he said optimistically with a devilish smirk.

It was well after dark when Bridget awoke. She heard Curtis getting out of the car and figured they had gotten back to their house on campus. He opened the rear door to a yawning Bridget who was slowly waking up.

“We’re here, Bridget. You have a good nap? All rested up I hope,” Curtis said as he helped Bridget out of the car.

‘I’m rested, but I could do with some more,’ Bridget ruffed as she shook out her fur.

Curtis got her leash on and tugged her up the unfamiliar driveway. “Long as you’ve got a little juice left in you, I’m sure you’ll perk the rest of the way up once we’re inside. Someone is getting a special sleepover surprise tonight,” he’d boast just as Bridget discovered they’d taken a tiny detour.

“Thought you two would be here twenty minutes ago. Don’t tell me you got lost?” Roxanne asked the two as they were let into the woman’s off-campus house. It was one of the many colonial row house streets near the college and was modestly decorated and very cozy on the inside. Hadrian was there at the door to greet Bridget affectionately.

“I did. I am still getting my directions straight after dogging it so long. How long did it take you to fully adjust back?” As Curtis made small talk he handed Roxanne an overnight for Bridget, as well as her leash.

“Never have. After you’ve been through what we have, bud, you got to find a new normal. Can’t put the top back on Pandora’s jar,” Roxanne mused. “Did you tell her what’s up?”

“Nope! Figured it makes a better surprise. Should we tell her now?” asked Curtis.

Roxanne nodded as she knelt down to take Bridget’s leash off. “Bridget, sweetie? Would you like to stay the night with me and Hadrian? He can show you around, I’ll get you two some dinner, and then ya’ll can retire to Hady’s soundproof room for the night. What you two do in there is your business but come tomorrow afternoon I’ll have you back to Curtis. Sounds good?”

Bridget yipped ‘Yes! Yes!’ as she jumped impressively high to wiggle in the air.

“Ha! Well that’s that settled,” Curtis chuckled. “You all don’t mind if I head home, right? I’m close to passing out on my feet.”

“So long as you’re still okay to drive the two minutes, you go and get to bed. You did good today, old dog,” Roxanne told Curtis while scratching behind his right ear. The same way Charlie loved.

Her words and touch made Curtis’s heart swell. “Didn’t know how much I needed to hear that. Thank you, Rox. Only trying to live up to the standard you set.”

“That’s noble of you dear. But just so you know, I was clueless most of the time too. But you’re never alone.” Roxanne hugged Curtis goodbye and watched as he did the same for either dog. Once he left Roxanne clapped her hands to have the dogs follow her to the kitchen. “Let’s get some grub in you two and then leave you two alone for the night. I feel my bed calling me.”

Heart fluttering, Bridget was fully awake and walking on air once more. Her fondness for Hadrian had grown to more than just friendly play. They found themselves in intimate positions several times that got Bridget’s cunt aching and Hadrian’s sheath quaking. But then he’d run off or get distracted before anything fun could start. Now she knew why he showed restraint and why they promised four items off her doggy bucket list.

They ate, lapped up water, and were let out in the backyard to relieve themselves for the night. Bridget got to see the dog’s frisky side for the first time; nuzzling, licking, and strutting lockstep with her. He then led her back inside and right to his very special room.

‘Be chill, be chill, be chill. You’re both dogs, he knows what he’s doing, this is normal, and I am crazy turned on,’ Bridget thought as she strode over the threshold.

“You two have fun tonight. Don’t stay up too late,” Roxanne told them. Then closed the door and headed up to her room.

Hadrian’s room was air conditioned, had several dog beds, pictures covered the maroon wallpaper, and many well chewed toys. It was all nice but not what Bridget found herself staring at. Rather the crimson canine cock sliding out from between Hadrian’s hindlegs. Inch after inch of thick, throbbing doggy dick got Bridget’s own pussy in need.

He felt Bridget’s eyes on him. Hadrian obliged her curiosity by coming up in front of her and lifting a rear leg. His eyes said, ‘Go on, like a girl good.’

Bridget closed her eyes thinking to herself, ‘You’ve got this. Don’t overthink it. Just let your instincts-’

Bridget’s tongue knew what to do. When she opened her eyes it was out and slathering Hadrian’s cock. The taste got Bridget working up something fierce. She licked hilt to tip and back again with Hadrian loving her submission to fresh desires. It was hard but he lowered his leg to stop her. She worried she did something wrong. Only for Hadian to sprawl on his back with cock ready for more.

‘Back to fun, good girl,’ Hadrian woofed at his new bitch.

‘Yes, sir!’ yipped Bridget.

There was no hesitation in Bridget as she went back to licking her mate for the night’s cock and furry balls. She did that for a while and then did her best to deep throat every red inch of Hadrian’s dick. That sort of passion from Bridget worked Hadrian all the way up off his feet and onto her willing rear. Just like that Bridget felt the canine cock lubricated with her own saliva push its way home into her cunt. The size stretched her out and made her whimper, ‘Breed me, very special boy,’.

Hadrian’s endurance showed as despite a long day on the beach he could fuck like the stud he was. Breaking in bitches like her was a favorite pastime of his. Dozens had come under his spell and the weight of his upper body. He let Bridget recover from her second orgasm since he started thrusting. Then let his knot swell and nature to take its course. As Hadrian hadn’t had sex in months, it was a massive load that Bridget took for her first time.

They collapsed together in a panting heap with Hadrian still locked in Bridget’s backside. Bridget’s brain and world were spinning while trying to come down from an unbelievable high. Her legs were jelly, pussy a quivering mess, eyes were half closed, and all she could think about was that his cock was still in her. A few minutes later it would shrink into to slide out. Along with copious excess cum.

Finally parted, Hadrian and Bridget kept close as they cooled down. They traded more looks and wagged their tails at the other.

‘What a wonderful way to end the night,’ Bridget thought naively as she watched Hadrian go for a drink of water.

They would fuck two more times late into the night before sleep actually took Bridget and Hadrian. The new dog showed she had endurance and lust to match her new best canine friend. He went to sleep happy too; with Bridget passed out on his knot in his favorite dog bed.

‘That’s another off her list. Glad to do my part,’ a satisfied Hadrian thought. Hadrian snuggled into Bridget and was soon snoozing comfortably with her. The day having been a great one for him too.

They fell asleep together peacefully. With memories of their marvellous day at the beach keeping them warm for decades to come.

******

~Blue Ribbon Summer~

“Hold still a little longer. I want to get a few more pictures,” Curtis promised Bridget.

‘Haven’t you taken a hundred already?’ she woofed back without ruining her proud stance atop the podium.

Bridget had her newly won blue winner’s ribbon clipped to her furry neck after trouncing the competition at the agility trials that morning. No one had quite expected a dog so large to do so well at her first show. Bridget proved them wrong and was currently getting her picture taken by Curtis and a group of impressed onlookers for the last ten minutes. Her legs were beginning to get tired from all the posing though.

Sensing Bridget’s patience running out, Curtis wisely brought the photo session to an end. Some people hung around to congratulate the man and his wonder dog. They finally pulled free of the throngs and got back to where they parked. Curtis got water out for both of them to quench the thirst the mid-July heat had put on.

“All that prep work paid off. You took care of that whole course without me having to move a muscle. And yet I got most of the credit,” Curtis said with a shake of his head once he got a chance to sit down.

‘Wouldn’t be the first time a guy got all the credit for work I did,’ Bridget woofed back to the man.

“Someone is getting a big congratulatory steak tonight! Because I know who really gets the glory here. And the rest of the bait in my pocket.” Curtis brought out a bag of dried meat from his pocket and set it down for Bridget to gobble it up.

‘Wahoo!’ barked Bridget before making the meat disappear down her gullet.

“Eat up, good girl. It’s well deserved. We’ll get on the road once our special friends pay their visit. Which should be any time now.” When Curtis checked his phone he groaned in pain.

Concerned, Bridget ruffed, ‘Don’t tell me they canceled,’ up at the man.

“Sorry. It’s just family bullshit in group chat. Ignore me,” Curtis assured his worried companion.

Bridget breathed easier and finished her snack. After that she flopped behind Curtis in the shade on a blanket he’d set out. She was happy to slow down, relax, and really drink in the atmosphere. The bustling dog show was a five day outdoor event with hundreds of entrants and thousands of attendees. Bridget competed for the first time Friday and for the last time just that day Saturday. Winning both days satisfied her bucket list wish and that was enough. Besides, the society wouldn’t want her raising too many eyebrows.

The two blue ribbons she won were nice but the sights, smells, sounds, and vibe of the dog show was what she’d remember most. Bridget had grown accustomed to dog life in the intervening two months. She’d gotten accustomed to being around people. However she had never been around so many dogs before in her or Jodi’s life. By the end of the first day Bridget’s neck was sore from swiveling around so much looking at one dog or another.

It was the first time she got to see other Leonbergers when the breed was being shown. Bridget had hoped to learn how the dogs moved to better imitate. But as Curtis confirmed, she already acted and walked the part. Possibly a bigger win for Bridget than either ribbon. That’s also where she saw her prospective beau in the fur for the first time. Pictures hadn’t done him justice. Bridget would have learned his scent then if she had been able.

Perhaps then Bridget would have smelled him coming.

“There they are. I recognized the dog and then you. Nice to meet you, Nancy,” Curtis greeted the woman approaching with a champion Leonberger of her own.

The woman was an owner and breeder who Curtis had gotten into contact with for one of the bigger items on Bridget’s list. He’d won best of breed the day prior to add to his numerous accolades and would be going for it again later that afternoon. Curtis and Nancy chit-chatted about their respective dogs' wins at the show and made plans for another, longer, and more intimate encounter next month.

While her suitor sat on his haunches receiving pets from Curtis, Bridget had dozed off in the shade. Curtis was about to wake Bridget up but Nancy stopped him. Saying she’d earned a good rest and they wouldn’t be staying too long. She merely wanted to touch base and Curtis met Barney, the four year old champion Leonberger. The one lined up to give Bridget the future litter she wanted. By all standards, Barney was a stud and landing him for a ‘day’s work’ wouldn’t be an issue. Not after how Bridget impressed at the show.

The meetup lasted ten minutes. Nancy left to get Barney ready and Curtis set about packing things up. When he woke Bridget up and had her hop in the backseat, she did so and went right back to sleep. It wasn't until they got home and were back in their house that she learned she’s slept through meeting Barney. She bit Curtis for that. Not hard enough to stop him giggling about it anyway. Though he promised that things were arranged for Barney to have a conjugal visit weekend at their place just before fall classes.

Bridget had steak for dinner, Curtis confirmed her therapy dog certification class for the following week when not dealing with more family drama, Roxanne paid a visit to give the champion some victory cookies she’d baked and brought Hadrian (and his overnight bag) so he could celebrate with her in private.

Another fantastic day under her collar, Bridget’s gap year as a dog was going strong. There was more to do and plenty of time to do it. Bridget just had to stick to the plan and everything would be fine…

******

~Bitch Interrupted~

As Curtis and Bridget arrived home from the children’s hospital the campus roads were already clogged with traffic. They had expected as much since fall classes started the following Monday. Students moving in, confused parents, and general chaos abounded. Yet after the morning they had, the pair were feeling good and in no particular rush. They were singing/howling along to Billy Joel with the windows up and AC blasting.

Bridget had been putting her therapy dog certification to good use with the help of Curtis. In just a couple weeks they’d visited four different hospitals and two retirement homes. She couldn’t get enough of seeing people perk up the moment she trotted into their room. Young or old, everyone loved to meet the friendly, whip-smart, well-behaved, and fuzzy faced Bridget. It felt like she’d found her calling.

That summer had been hot and fulfilling for Bridget and her caretaker. They moved from one high to another without losing momentum. With the breeder dropping Barney over that night for his weekend of impregnating Bridget and her debut as the new Bone Biter dog that coming Monday, it seemed they would keep the positive streak going.

But they more than anyone should have known that things could change.

Curtis turned off the music as they turned to park in their short driveway. First Bridget, then Curtis saw a mound of bags and suitcases at their front door. There was a young woman in dark clothing and long black seated in the midst of the luggage on her phone.

“Did someone get lost? Who mistakes the society house for a dormitory? Because we’re full up, aren’t we, girl?” Curtis remarked to Bridget.

‘She’s probably just lost,’ a reasonable Bridget whimpered from the backseat.

They got out of the car and headed up the path together.

“Hey there! Can I help you with something? If it’s student housing you’re looking for, I think they have a tent set up- cousin Whitney?! What the hell?!” Curtis blurted out when the young woman stood up and turned.

“Curtis! It’s about fucking time! I’ve been sitting out here all morning. Ugh, I’m starving,” Whitney complained with an indignant huff and crossing her arms. Nineteen, rail thin, pale as bone, angular cheeks, and sporting goth attire in all black, the girl acted like she lived there.

“That doesn’t answer my questions, Whitney! Why are you here with all your stuff? Don’t tell me Aunt Beth-”

“Yup! Kicked me out of the house!” Whitney declared flatly.

“Really? I knew it had gotten bad between you two but this? How’d you get here anyway?”

“I had enough money on me for an Uber and since mom has spent the last year turning the rest of the family against me, I only have you to fall back on, big cousin,” explained Whitney.

“Me? Don’t you have friends? What about your girlfriend? Isn’t she what this is all over?” Curtis questioned his cousin while wading through her stuff to the front door.

“Ha! My girlfriend dumped me a month ago. None of my other ‘friends’ can take me in either. It’s you, Curtis, or live on the streets. And ain’t built for the streets, Curtis. Plus you got a whole house to yourself! I don’t take up much room,” Whitney promised just as she and Bridget locked eyes. “What’s with the dog?”

“That’s Bridget. She lives here with me,” Curtis told her as he unlocked the front door.

“Yuck, really? She better be an outdoor dog. They’re such dirty animals,” scoffed Whitney.

‘What did she just say?’ Bridget ruffed and snarled.

“The hospital we just came from didn’t think she was dirty,” Curtis retorted. “Look, Whitney, I have a special arrangement to live here with Bridget. I can’t go taking in guests. No matter how much I agree that your mom is a total nutcase. Maybe you can try-”

“There’s no one else, Curtis! I tried! I’m being serious when I say it’s you or living in a dumpster! Please!” Whitney pleaded with tears bubbling up.

‘She’s turning on the waterworks now. Use your brain, Curtis. This girl is just manipulating you,’ Bridget awooed to Curtis as she headed inside. With Curtis standing in the doorway, she slipped between his legs. Then sat behind him to back the man up. Adding a howl of, ‘Dog lovers only in this house!’

“Whitney, please. You gotta be reasonable here. I really can’t just take anyone. Society is pretty strict on that,” Curtis insisted empathetically.

“But these are extreme circumstances! And it won’t be for long! Just a couple weeks until I get some money and get my own place! But right now I need help. I have no one else,” blubbered the youth.

“Whitney, please. No…” Curtis told his cousin with a light trembling in his voice.

When she heard Curtis’s hesitation, Bridget knew the outcome of the argument.

Bridget left Curtis to his doomed defense and got comfortable in her living room dog bed. Sure enough, after thirty minutes of back and forth, Curtis was helping bring Whitney’s things inside. Promising that it was ‘just for that night’ and that he fully expected the Bone Biters to want the teen out of their house. It’s what Bridget assumed too. Which is why she could rest so easy in her bed while Curtis made the call to the society’s high ups. Who sent their treasurer, a faculty member, to the house to ensure just that.

That changed when the treasurer, a Classics professor named Brian, arrived and took pity on Whitney after hearing her story. Bridget watched it happen in real time and saw which way the wind was blowing. Eventually Bridget was in the backyard with the two men who were taking her ‘for a walk’. What they really wanted was whether Bridget would be fine with the young woman staying at the house until other accommodations could be made. The two men agreed that if Bridget didn’t want her there, she would be gone that day.

Put on the spot, a large part of Bridget wanted to say no. Whitney’s whole arrival put a wrench in everything. Not least of which was her special upcoming no collar weekend with Barney. She had some sympathy for Whitney’s situation but it was what Curtis had done for her so far in being an amazing old dog that made her relent.

‘She can stay but she treats me properly! And she’s gone as soon as possible!’ Bridget woofed like she really meant it.

The men understood the new dog well enough. While the treasurer left to make arrangements, Curtis knelt down and hugged Bridget in tears.

“Thank’s so much for being understanding, Bridget. I’ll call Nancy and see what I can do about Barney. Can’t exactly have you two getting it on with my cousin here. We’ll think of something. You’re an amazing dog,” Curtis promised her.

‘Yeah, yeah. I know,’ Bridget ruffed while politely licking away his tears.

Whitney was in tears as she heard the good news. Tears that dried quickly once the treasurer was gone and Curtis stepped outside to call the breeder. Neither noticed that Whitney had moved most of herself upstairs into the spare room by then. She was grabbing her last two bags and again saw Bridget staring at her. Setting the bags back down, Whitney squared up to a very unafraid Bridget.

“I get you’re just a stupid mutt and can’t understand me but listen up anyway. I don’t like dogs and I especially don’t like big ones. Stay out of my way and I’ll steer far clear of you. But don’t expect me to take you for walks, or clean up after you, or feed you, or any of that junk. Curtis is your owner, not me. And I better not catch you in my room ever, okay? Bad enough we have to share the same air,” Whitney huffed after laying down what she felt was the law.

The young woman went to grab her bags. Only she couldn’t because Bridget had Whitney’s jacket clenched in her teeth.

“Hey! Let go of-”

Bridget bared her teeth and growled, ‘And you listen up, girly! I know you’re too stupid to understand me but I’m queen bitch around here! I have a good thing going this year and if you mess that up, I’ll become your worst fucking nightmare of a hellhound. I’ll go where I please, when I please, and you will stay out of my way! Got it?’

Whitney ran off screaming for Curtis and tried to tell him Bridget almost ripped her face off. Though she’d storm back in, grumbling under her breath, take her things, and went upstairs. The spare room door slammed shut in that same peevish way Bridget had when angry at her mom as a kid.

Not far behind her was Curtis and his bad news. Barney would have to be postponed to another weekend. The cherry on top was her debut party Monday was also going to be rescheduled due to inclement weather.

The storm wasn’t there yet but Bridget’s parade was already rained on.

Curtis tried to apologize but Bridget’s response was that of a cranky, horny dog that wasn’t going to get any. Grabbing the largest pillow from the couch she carried it over to the basement door. There she sat and waited for to be let downstairs.

Sighing, Curtis obliged her. “You’re going to hump that pillow, aren’t you?” he asked.

‘No, I’m going to make love to it. Idiot,’ Bridget woofed at him before heading down to the basement to work out her frustrations- sexual and otherwise.

With the peace of her dog house having been disturbed, Bridget was banking on Whitney’s stay being a brief interruption to her big year. In a week or two she would be gone. And Bridget and Curtis would be able to look back and laugh someday.

It couldn’t come soon enough.