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Finding My Place: Pt 2 Becoming

Note to readers: This story is based on one I am 100% sure that I’ve read on another furry site but since have not been able to find. If anyone knows the original or its writer, please let me know. Not trying to plagiarize or steal IP, but it has been driving me bonkers that I cannot find the original.

To the author of the original piece: If you feel like I have infringed on your IP, message me and I will remove the story. I consider this an homage to the original and I am not trying to step on any toes (or paws ;P).

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RECAP -- A desperate man responds to a job posting promising free room and board in exchange for dog sitting. The pack have claimed their bitch and showed him his place, much to Mistress’ delight. The boys needed a rest after their first rutting, time for Mistress to show him the lay of the land.

So here I was, completely naked in Mistress’s house. Dripping and caked with dog seed. My knees were bloodied, my hole was on fire and my back and sides were scratched to hell. I would have been a miserable sight if anyone could see me. Mistress could, but she delighted in my pathetic state.

On the other side of the sliding glass door, which Mistress had closed (probably to avoid any interruptions from the boys if they recovered too quickly), was a beautiful tile floor that covered the whole kitchen. The cool tile felt amazing against my raw knees and sore hands. To say that I was crawling would have been polite, more like I was dragging my well bred carcass across the tile. I suddenly understood the phrase, ‘Ridden hard and put up wet.’ I padded along looking only at the tile squares directly in front of me.

My path was quickly blocked. A pair blue jeans and heeled boots that the back of my knee remembered all too well. My eyes slowly followed the legs up until I finally met her gaze. I felt like I was going to cry, what hell did she have for me now.

“You are getting blood on my clean floors.” Her tone was stern, not angry. It felt like I was being scolded by my mother. “Stay.” She put her hand up right in front of my nose. A command you would give a dog. My status clearly was not exclusive to the yard.

I let out a small whimper, maybe from the pain all over my body, maybe from the realization that I was definitely going to follow her commands. I don’t know why, maybe instinct, but I actually squatted my ass down between my legs, hands still on the floor in front of me. Sitting, like a dog.

“Good puppy, so smart.” She turned and walked out of the kitchen into an adjoining room. I sat there for a couple minutes, more curious of where she went, when she would be back. Not so much afraid of what she would come back with.

After an eternity of puppy time (I could now understand why dogs always acted like someone had been gone forever when they had only just left), Mistress walked back into the kitchen. I actually felt a burst of excitement at her return. What was happening to me?

As she walked around the kitchen island, I could see in her hands were a pair of paw hand-binders, pink, and a pair of pink knee pads. She walked over to me and scratched the top of my head.

“Good boy, Finn, good stay.” Yesterday, the praise would have felt condescending. Today, it actually felt good. I was a good boy. What the fuck was I thinking?

“Shake.” She held a hand out, I obeyed. I placed my hand in hers and she slid it into the paw. She buckled it tight and placed my paw on the ground.

“Other one.” Again I placed my hand in hers and she bound it in the paw. My hands were clenched in a fist inside the binders, so my knuckles were now holding my weight. There was a decent amount of padding so it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. Not to say it was comfortable. I had noticed the way the buckles were secured, it would be nearly impossible for me to remove them without the use of my thumbs that were trapped within.

“Roll over, Finn.” Her finger made a looping motion in the air in front of my face. Unable to move gracefully in any way at this point, I flopped to my side and wriggled onto my back, paws and legs in the air like a dead bug. I had a moment of bashfulness at the sudden realization that my semi-erect cock now flopped on my belly. I could feel the stickiness of the dog drool and my own cum that coated it. My balls were drawn tight to my body from the exposure and pounding dog nuts that had slammed against them during my introduction to the pack.

“Whose a good puppy,” She reached down and scratched my belly. Some drive inside me made me rub my own head against the tile floor in pleasure. I was loving this. She grabbed one of my legs and slipped the knee pad on, again buckling it tight. The same for the other leg. These were also decently padded and would likely not be uncomfortable to pad around on.

When she had finished securing the kneepads, she returned to rubbing my belly. “Much better, oh yes, yes it is” The baby tone she used reminded me of the way everyone talks to dogs. Her belly rubs moved south to my pubic mound and my cock immediately hardened.

“Are you excited for your mama, good boy.” She ran her fingernails down the length of my rock hard cock, I began to dribble precum. Her touch moved down from the base to my retracted balls. She traced each one, considering them.

“Hmmm, smaller than the rest of the boys. Maybe we look into getting these removed. They may just be in the way. Wouldn’t want the puppy to get injured doing his little puppy things.” With that she put her grip around my scrotum and pulled down until my balls were in a little bundle in her palm. They turned a deep purple under the pressure. It didn’t hurt per se, my cock drooled pre.

“We’ll keep an eye on that. Not a decision for today.” As she released my aching balls, I let out a high pitched whimper.

She stood up, leaving my erection and aching balls unattended. “Up!” She commanded.

I fumbled myself back onto all fours, it would take some getting used to with the paws, not to mention every part of me was sore. When I got my balance, I looked up wantingly at Mistress.

“Come,” She motioned for me to follow as she walked towards another adjoining room.

My first few steps with the paws and kneepads were comical. My paws slipped on the tile floor out to each side of me. My attempt to catch my balance with my knees was thwarted as well and I fell to my chest with an audible, “Oof.”

“Puppies always have trouble on the tile and hardwood. You will learn.” She continued walking and I scrambled to get to my paws and follow. The going was rough, but I finally reached the threshold of the door to the next room.

This room was a laundry room or mud room of sorts. There was a washer and dryer along the one wall, a basin sink and a single door at the far end. There was also a dog crate and two large metal dishes.

“We kennel train here, for the first few weeks you will sleep and eat here. Once you are more acclimated to the boys you will sleep and eat with them. I know they would starve you and not let you sleep if we started today.”

Mistress opened the kennel door and gestured. I could see a plush dog bed in the crate so I walked over and entered the cage. I turned around, it was slightly claustrophobic but nothing too unreasonable. I looked up at Mistress, awaiting my next command.

“Good puppy, get acclimated.” She closed the gate and latched it. The latch was simple enough, typically I would have been able to slide it open without much effort. In my current configuration, this would be impossible. Thumbs were turning out to be more important than I had really ever thought about.

She walked out of the room and flicked the lights off, shutting the door behind. There I stood in the dark, I really couldn’t see anything as there was no visible light source. After what felt like an hour, I started to circle about on the dog bed, looking for a comfortable position. I managed to find a spot that I thought I wouldn’t be pressing up against any of the joints that had harsh edges, and I curled up on the bed. My head rested on top of my new paws. I was exhausted. If you can pardon the pun, I was literally dog tired.

Just as I started to drift off, the door opened and the lights flicked back on. I sprung back on to all fours and looked up at Mistress. She carried a tin can, I immediately recognized it as a can of dog food. I heard the sound of the peel off lid. She approached the metal bowl across from the kennel and inverted the can. The viscous slurry of ‘meat products’ slithered out of the can and landed in the bowl with an audible plop.

“You probably arn’t hungry. They filled you pretty good. You need to eat anyway. You need your strength.” She opened the door and I padded out to the bowl. As I looked down at the slop, the smell was overwhelming. My stomach churned at the thought.

“Eat” She commanded. I lowered my head but the smell made me dry heave. A dripple of dog cum dripped of my tongue with a long rope of bile and semen. I recoiled from the bowl. The moment I caught a wisp of untainted air, I felt a familiar heel. This time on my neck. It pressed down with surprising force, my face landing directly in the dog food. It now coated my entire face, it was in my nose, my eyes, my mouth. I couldn’t breath.

“Eat.” She commanded again. In a panic I struggled for air, her foot pressed harder. Finally, I opened my mouth and started to gobble the food as quickly as possible as to not prolong the taste.

“Good boy,” her heel let up but didn’t leave my neck. I could breath again. I continued to gobble the food until only the putrid gravy was left.

“No waste, clean the bowl.” I began lapping up the foul juices until only the shiny metal remained.

Her heel came off my neck. I used my tongue the best I could to clean the mess off of my face. I found myself wising I had the broad long tongue of one of the boys. I was disappointed with my own human anatomy. What was I thinking?

“Messy puppy,” her tone was one of amusement, a slight chuckle under her words, “Outside?” She crouched down, hands slapping against her knees. I started to get excited.

I padded over to her, my excitement was overwhelming me for some reason. Was it her tone? Was it the boys? I wasn’t sure, but my entire body felt like dancing, jumping, I don’t know, if only I had a tail to wag. What. The. Fuck.

“Come,” she led me out of the laundry room, I followed right at her heels. I was getting more comfortable with my paws and was moving more nimbly. I was actually able to get slightly ahead of Mistress. She stopped and held up a flat hand, palm up, “wait.”

Her hand single was more impactful than her words. I immediately sat like a dog allowing her to go around me and resume the lead. Once she was in front of me, I was back on my paws right behind her. We reached the sliding glass door, the boys had clearly regained their energy after our introduction. They romped around the yard, wrestling and barking at one another, tails wagging, ears up. It actually looked fun. I knew, logically, I couldn’t keep up with them. I was still new to my paws and still sore from earlier, but something inside didn’t care. I wanted to romp around the yard with the boys. I wanted to... well, play.

Ser and Champ were wrestling over a dirty stick. Trigger, Blue, and Loki were playing some doggy version of king of the kill, each trying to own a small patch of random grass by one of the trees. Koda was attending to Sarge, who stood stoically watching the others. Koda was hunched down between Sarge's legs, licking his furry sack with some enthusiasm.

As Mistress slid the door open, the boys paused their revelry and looked directly at me. Ser and Champ both went back to the important task of winning the stick. Trigger and Blue, both close to controlling their patch of yard, continued their battle. Sarge regarded me and continued overseeing the goings on of the pack and enjoying Koda’s submission. Loki, gave up his claim as king of the hill and stuck his nose up in the air towards me. He had caught the sent of the pack omega. Almost like a cartoon wolf to a pie in the window, he slowly padded toward the patio, following my scent on the breeze.

“Out,” Mistress’s tone was more commanding now. I slipped between her legs, too excited to find a path around, and crossed to the patio. The sun felt amazing on my skin. The smells of the yard flooded my nose. Instinctively, my nose raised towards the sky and I inhaled the bliss of the yard. Mistress closed the door behind me and disappeared into the house.

I started towards the king of the hill game, my jaw was too tired to fight for a stick. I was intercepted the moment I reached the grass by Loki. My direct path to the game Trigger and Blue were engaged in was suddenly blocked by the silvery-blue fur of the muscled pit bull, Loki. The blue nose stopped in front of me, his hind quarters right at my nose. His ears were up, his tail wagging steadily back and forth, his cock beginning to slip free of his furry sheath.

I stopped, my eyes glued to the pendulous testicles swinging between his haunches. I can’t say that I actively smelled his pheromones, it was something more lizard brained. Loki looked over his shoulder at me. He licked at the air towards me, he didn’t have to drop a second hint.

I scrunched down on my elbows and crawled under him. The tip of his doghood was protruding more and more each passing second. It started to leak musky smelling precum, drop by drop hitting the grass below. One of the drops hit my lips, I licked it up. As much as I wanted to not waste a drop of that mana from his cock, my body continued to move towards his scrotum. That invisible scent pulled me forward. I stuck out my tongue, saliva streaming out of my mouth, and began savoring the fuzzy orbs.

Loki shifted his front paws, wheeling so his head was nearer to my ass. I could feel his cold wet nose poking around my cheeks, searching for his sweet spot. I bent my knees more to provide him with a better angle and his snout slipped into my crack from above. Instantly, that broad coarse tongue flicked out of his mouth and started tasting my hole. I was still very sensitive there. I felt a twinge of burning pain from the irritation but also an amazing sensation that started to drive me wild.

I was in heaven, I hadn’t even noticed the well-endowed cock protruding even farther from his sheath until it did a little jump and smacked me in the face. I didn’t need to be told twice. I took the whole length of dripping meat into my mouth and began sucking, doggy pre coating my mouth and throat with that sweet, salty flavor I was starting to love.

Loki’s tongue started venturing down to my scrotum, the leaked cum and sweat must have all been a delicious flavor for him as he greedily licked the underside of my balls. I was rock hard at this point. I could feel pulses of precum coming out of my dick in waves leaving a long, stick rope leading to the ground.

I consciously tightened my lips as the bulbous knot began to swell at Loki’s base, not wanting him to ram it into my mouth and get locked there. Then I felt it, the rush of seed pumping down my throat. I gagged for a moment, it took me by surprise, before I got control and started willingly swallowing it. I could feel my own climax arriving, I shot my seed, what little was left, in three massive pumps on the grass. It was different from jacking off or any other physical stimulation of my penis. It was somehow better, feeling slightly wrong, shooting my load without anything touching my dick. It also left a strange longing in my loins. Like I wanted to go again immediately, or at the very least could go again without my standard 30 minute refractory period.

Loki removed himself from my mouth and lapped up a couple ropes of my seed that still hung beneath me before tending to his own hygiene. My arms and legs felt weak, not just from their new positioning and usage, but from the hands free orgasm that just rocked through me.

I caught my breath, licked the cum from around my lips and began moving towards the game that Trigger and Blue were still playing. I got a strange pep in my step as I approached the game. It just looked so... fun.

As I approached, Trigger, who was guarding the objective, bristled at me letting out a low growl. Blue, who was dancing around to find his next angle of attack, regarded me with a deep play bow. I now know this is the doggy way of saying ‘wanna play!?’

Instinctively, I bowed back. Blue’s tail started wagging even more vigorously. He ran around Trigger and directly to me, nudging me to Trigger’s right. As I moved the indicated direction, Blue turned on a dime and went the other direction around Trigger. The doberman’s head quickly snapped back and forth between the two of us, not knowing how to keep a visual on both of us. He playfully bared his teeth and snapped at the air in my direction before turning to guard against Blue, clearly the bigger threat.

As Blue and Trigger spared, I took the initiative and jumped up with my front paws onto Trigger’s back. That was how they showed dominance after all, right? Trigger began to wheel around violently to shake me off, but something in my mind told me to bite. So I reached forward with my mouth and clamped onto the scruff of Trigger’s neck, not hard but enough to let him know I was there.

A shockingly loud yelp rang across the yard. Trigger did not like that move. He also probably didn’t like the other thing that had happened, totally unintentionally on my part. I had not realized that my cock was still rock hard beneath me. When I had lunged to bite the doberman’s neck, I had slipped right inside his hole.

I was now aware of the warm, tight feeling around my shaft. My hips had started thrusting like a dog’s without any conscious thought. Blue had started to pad backwards, shocked by the yelp and now the usurpation of the pack hierarchy that he was witnessing. Trigger nipped at the air wildly, unable to loosen my grip on his neck.

One, two, three thrusts and I could hold back no longer. My cock pulsed, likely a dry orgasm, in the dobermans passage. No sooner had the feeling began to subside, a brown and black blur came from my right and hit me with such force that I was thrown from Trigger’s back.

I tumbled to the grass, unable to catch myself with my new paws, pain radiating from my ribs where the furry blur struck me. As I gasped for air, I looked up from my position, lying on my back in the grass. There stood, teeth bared and growling. I tried to roll over to get my legs under me and he placed one heavy paw on my now bruised chest.

I could feel myself shrinking at his looming presence. I had violated his pecking order. I was out of turn taking my pleasure with Trigger. Sarge gnashed his teeth at me several times so close to my face I began to cry.

He removed the paw from my chest, turned slightly and lifted his hind leg and began to pee on me. Most of it landed right in my face. I was being taught my place and I deserved it. The dark yellow stream was hot and musky. The portion that went in my mouth was salty and acrid. I didn’t dare spit it out.

Sarge put his leg back down but continued to stand sentinel over me. I soon realized why. Trigger was soon standing on the other side of me, looking at Sarge then down at me then back at Sarge. The command was clearly understood by Trigger. He lifted his leg and let loose his bladder on my face and chest. Appeased, Sarge padded back to Koda who eagerly awaited him, ready to finish his task of pleasing his alpha.

When Trigger was finished, ears back and tail down, he lowered his head towards me. His eyes were watching Sarge closely. I could sense empathy coming from the doberman, maybe forgiveness for my transgression.

Trigger, satisfied that Sarge was otherwise occupied, gave me a sloppy, wet doggy kiss right on the mouth. As he went back for another, I opened my mouth and took in his broad tongue. I was making out with a dog, but it felt right and tender. Time stopped and I slipped my tongue into his maw. We savored each other until the sound of the sliding glass door broke the spell.

Instantly, all the boys snapped to attention, eyes fixed on Mistress who had stepped out onto the patio. Their tails wagged meekly in anticipation of her command.

“Finn, come.” She patted her thighs with her hand. I sprung to my paws with a quickness I didn’t think possible. As I padded over past a still grumpy Sarge, I noticed something weird. My ass was wagging behind me, like I was wagging my tail. I also didn’t even question the behavior.

When I arrived at her feet, I sat, my ass still wagging beneath me. My eyes were fixed on her. She crouched down and pet my head and behind my ears.

“Good puppy, good Finn.” She stood up and held her hand out flat in front of me. “Stand” With the command, I returned to all fours and kept my gaze on her hand.

She did a loop around me, I could feel her eyes inspecting every inch of me. When she was directly behind me, I felt her cold hand grab my testicles, feeling the fuzz on my sack and rolling my balls in her fingers. She finished her inspection and took her place in front of me again.

“Just as I suspected. Grooming time, you are yet presentable for company.” She had a slight smirk on her face. The words stung a bit. If I had a tail, it would have certainly be between my legs at that point. Did I WANT a tail? It felt like I couldn’t express my emotions properly without one.

She turned towards the sliding door, glancing back over her shoulder at me, “Come.” Her tone was impatient, as if I should have already been at her heels. I followed.

She led me into the hall and up a staircase to the second floor. There we entered a bathroom with a large tub that was already filling. The room was already steamy. On the vanity, I could see electric clippers, a bright pink collar, a pink and black neoprene hood, and a long rubber device tapered at one end and bulbous on the other.

She walked over to the tub and ran her hand through the water and turned off the faucet. On the lip of the tub was a bottle of dog shampoo and a scrub brush. I padded my way over to the tub, looking into it with curiosity, water... Why was there any curiosity?

“Sit boy.” I sat without hesitation. I felt a meek puppy whimper escape my lips. “It’s ok puppy, it’s ok.” She rubbed my head with both hands. It was comforting.

She set about removing my paws and knee pads, stacking them neatly next to the tub. Then she removed a towel from the rack and placed it next to the tub on the ground.

“Up!” She patted the rim of the tub. I was free of my hobbles, but I still jumped up with my front paws then scrambled my hind legs up to hoist myself in. The maneuver must have been comical as my feet slipped out from under me causing me to scramble for purchase.

Finally I was able to make the short hop into the tub. The water was about four inches deep and splashed into my face when I landed. It was shockingly hot. I was struck with panic as my flesh hit the hot water all at once. I moved to scramble back up the side of the tub, unsuccessfully. After a moment or two of the Benny Hill scene of my fumbling, Mistress placed a hand on the scruff of my neck and pushed me back to the center of the tub. Her hand held firm and I relented to her will. She set about scrubbing and shampooing my body. It wasn’t gentle and she scrubbed every nook and cranny.

My skin, now scoured raw, smelled of the unscented dog shampoo. My eyes burned. She released the hold on my neck and I immediately jumped out of the tub. Clearly Mistress had some experience washing dogs, I landed right on the towel. I shook my entire body sending a spray of water everywhere. Mistress laughed, clearly amused at the mist of water that showered her. I rolled head first into the towel, tangling it up around myself, rubbing it against the floor.

After a moment, Mistress grabbed the towel and more efficiently dried me. When she got behind my ears, I was in heaven. She then picked up the clippers. When she turned them on, I cowered backwards. There was really nowhere to go, I was cornered. Without pause, she set about trimming all of my body hair. From my toes to my neck, she was very efficient. The whole process took only a matter of minutes. My skin now glowed red from the rough scrubbing and even rougher trimming. I could feel blood running down my legs from my scrotum and asshole where I had gotten nicked.

Mistress was quick to replace my paws and knee pads, then she motioned me over to the vanity. She held a hand up in front of me, flat, palm up. I sat.

She took the collar from the vanity and secured it around my neck. She admired it for a moment, Running her fingers over the dog tag. One side labeled Finn, the other Bitch.

She then took the hood, a full head mask with floppy ears and a mouth hole under a snap on snout. The hood fit skin tight over my head.

Next up was the rubber device. I hadn’t thought about its function, which was now clear. It was a tail, with a dog-knot sized butt-plug to secure it in place. “Up,” she commanded. I got up to all fours. She walked behind me. I heard her hock up a large wad of spit and spat it onto my hole. It was warm and slimy and started sliding down my taint. She then shoved the knot end right in. It nestled inside of me with the larger portion deep inside and my ring gripping the skinnier base. It rubbed against that magical spot causing me to wiggle my ass. I could feel the rubber tail wagging behind me. The insert was large, but I had been loosened up enough by the boys that it wasn’t agonizing. My boicunt was still raw and there was a slight burning sensation, but I was once again rock hard.

Mistress noticed my erection and chuckled, “I do think we need to do something about that, I saw what happened in the yard and Sarge might not be so gentle next time.” She held up her hand, palm down, I laid down on the floor, my cock rubbing against the cold tile floor.

“Good boy, now roll over.” Her hand did a little twist. I rolled over to my back, paws in the air, cock pointing straight up, paw folded above me. I must have looked pretty cute, Mistress gave me a gentle smile. That made my tail wage, thumping against the floor.

Mistress then did something I wasn’t expecting. She unbuttoned her jeans and slit them and her panties down in one motion. As she stepped out of them, she stepped over me, straddling me, then lowered herself down. With one hand on my chest and the other guiding my cock, I felt myself slip inside her folds. I immediately started to buck. The hand on my check pushed down harder, controlling thrusts.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, not too fast puppy. Enjoy this while you can.” An ominous statement, but it was far from the front of my mind.

She began to ride me. I could feel her pelvic muscles flex around my engorged member. Embarrassingly enough, this was my first human vagina. It was amazing.

It didn’t take me long before I felt the vinegar strokes taking hold, the climax building in my loins. Mistress noticed as well, She began moving faster and grabbed my collar, yanking it hard towards her. My snout was now nestled in her still clothed breasts.

Finally, I could resist no more. My cock pulsed in an intense orgasm, though I was still pretty empty. I let out a long howl as I felt my balls throb attempting to squeeze out every available remaining drop of cum. The boys in the backyard responded in kind with a cascade of howls. A real, ‘go get ‘em boy’ vote of encouragement.

When the waves of pleasure subsided, Mistress dismounted me. I could see a mix of pussy juice and cum dripping from between her legs. She roughly pulled my head up by the collar and shoved it into her crotch.

The neoprene was flexible enough for my mouth hole under the snout to reach her folds. The smell was intoxicating.

I didn’t need to be asked, I began lapping up the emulsion with joy. My tongue went as deep into her as I could manage. I could feel shivers of pleasure radiating through her. After a few minutes of this, she moaned in pleasure and shoved me deeper into her loins with all her strength, and she was strong. She was finished.

She released my collar and I scrambled to the floor to get all four paws beneath me. Patting me on the head she said, “Very good puppy, what a good boy.” My tail wagged so hard I thought the momentum would rip it out of me.

She turned and walked back to the vanity, opening a drawer. I could hear the clinking of metal as she rummaged through the drawer. When she closed it and turned back around, I saw a shiny metal cage-like object in one hand, and a small key in the other.

My erection had subsided, which was her true objective in mounting me. Once again she knelt down next to me. She began to scratch behind me puppy ears, “Good boy, what a good boy” she repeated over and over. Any trepidation I had was now gone. I nuzzled her with my snout and neck. I didn’t even notice her hands slip beneath me or the cold metal against my penis and scrotum. I did notice the distinctive click of the padlock.

Startled, I wheeled around trying to get a look at my crotch. After several full rotations, like a dog chasing its tail (or dick in this case), I flopped onto my side and was able to get an angle on it.

There between my legs, a shiny, chrome plated cock-cage with a dainty little padlock. The cage was constructed in a way to allow me to pee, it had a piece around my sack that squeezed my nuts uncomfortably tight. Hanging off a loop behind the piece securing my ball, there was a small chrome chain. Mistress took the chain, guided it to my tail plug, and clipped it to a small loop on the tail.

“There now, that’s better. It’s for your own safety as much as it is for the safety of the boys.” She regarded her new creation with satisfaction.

“Now it’s dinner time for the boys, you’ll have to figure out going down stairs in your paws. I’ll leave you to that discovery.” With that, she turned and left the bathroom.

Alone on the cold tile floor, I was suddenly very aware of the new changes to my form. I pushed off with my front paws to reach the edge of the vanity, like a dog. I looked at myself in the mirror, tilting my head to process the full visage. I let out a puppy groan, hopped back down and padded towards the door

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End of Part 2, more to come. Let me know if you like it! Let’s get some comments going!! 🦊