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Honestly, there isn't a whole lot to say about Sunday. The fact of the matter was, we were both incredibly worn out due to the events of the past few days, and whatever sexual energy there had been was, for me, completely spent. In fact, my emotional state was so sufficiently drained that when I woke up, and realized that I was snuggled against Woofy, and that both of us were completely naked, it elicited little more than a shrug as I rolled over and got up in search of some clean underwear. While that might not seem all that strange on the surface, it's still pretty damn weird to feel completely nonchalant about waking up naked with a guy you've known for less than two days, and weirder still that, two days before, there was no indication that you were gay, or even particularly sexual at all. Actually, I had my doubts about whether I was really gay - the notion of being with human males still did nothing at all for me - but it seemed certain that, at the very least, I was gay for Woofy.

Woofy got up a bit later, seeming tired as well, and so we pretty much just spent the day sitting on the couch in our underwear, playing video games, watching some of the recorded television shows that I liked off of my PC-based DVR box, and eating up the generous amount of pizza left over from the night before.

Woofy was still a little aroused, and every so often, he'd try to throw one of his legs across mine and hump against my upper thigh, looking vaguely disappointed each time I pushed him back off, most definitely not in the mood. After I pushed him off, he'd bend down and nuzzle the bulge in his underwear, whimpering slightly, and after a while, I thought to try and get into the mood if I could, so I fired up a porn clip that I had on the DVR. It started off fine, but as soon as the woman in the video took her top off and exposed her breasts, Woofy took one look, yelped, and jumped over to hide behind the couch, yelling, "No, get away!" Needless to say, I quickly turned it off, and he returned to the couch, the brief glimpse of the video not particularly turning me on at all.

To keep Woofy happy, though, after a couple more spates of whimpering, I let him snuggle up against my side, reaching down to absentmindedly stroke him member through his underwear. He growled happily in response, and I didn't really thing much about it, getting lost in an episode of a classic sci-fi show. After a while, though, he gasped a little bit, his cock seeming to squirm and pulse under my hand, and a moment later I felt the fabric becoming warm and wet, the stain spreading across the front of his boxer briefs as he came. I pulled my hand away, his cum sticky between my fingers, and I felt him relax against my side. I hadn't seen him come quite as quietly and uneventfully before, although thinking back, he'd been even a bit more subdued the night before, I being the one who came so hard I nearly passed out.

I headed over to the kitchen to clean off my hands, and when I came back, Woofy had gone into the bathroom to take a shower and clean up. He came back out as I was starting up another episode, and curled up next to me on the couch, half-dozing as the evening played out. He ended up falling all the way asleep after a while, and I watched TV for a bit longer before crawling into bed myself. All in all, a thoroughly uneventful day, filled with far too much laziness, but it was a good chance to recuperate. I slept soundly, annoyed when my alarm finally went off - and then jolted awake, realizing that it was Monday now, and I was going to have to get ready and head in to work. This was quickly followed by the realization that, according to everything I had heard so far, Woofy would have to remain relatively near me to avoid freaking out. The notion of explaining his presence to my boss, not to mention my fairly buttoned-down coworkers, did not appeal to me one bit.

I showered and got dressed in my usual work clothes, letting Woofy continue to sleep on the couch. As I ate, my nervousness increased as I tried to figure out what to do, and I actually felt a bit relieved when I heard a series of short, forceful knocks on the front door.

Walking over, I opened the door to reveal a fairly nondescript, serious-looking man wearing a dark-colored suit with an official-looking security badge clipped to the lapel. Even without reading the specific letters stenciled along the top of the lapel, everything about him pretty much screamed "government." It looked like the official response to the situation had finally arrived.

Looking closer, though, I couldn't help feel a bit unnerved by the fact that the letters stenciled across the top of the name badge read CDC - the Centers for Disease Control.

As I glanced at his bespectacled face, I couldn't help but notice that he wasn't looking at me - but rather beyond me into the apartment, towards the couch where Woofy was still sleeping. After a moment, though, he looked back and addressed me in a whisper.

"Perhaps you'd like to step out into the hall for a moment, so we can talk about this without disturbing your guest."

I nodded and walked out into the hallway, leaving the door slightly ajar so I could get back in quickly, in case Woofy woke up and started freaking out because he couldn't find me. Which, of course, brought up another question for my unexpected guest.

However, before I could begin to question him, he launched into a statement of his own, speaking with a calm and professional tone.

"My name is Dr. Artemis, and as you can probably guess, I'm here from the CDC. Given the unusual nature of the occurrence that has recently taken place in your town, there is a multi-agency effort underway to deal with the repercussions. As part of this task force, the CDC is working directly with all those who have been directly affected by this incident, in order to ensure that they are properly informed about the situation and the options available to them." He paused, extracting a polished metal card case from the inside pocket of his suit coat and handing me one of his cards. "I'm the currently assigned liaison for the affected citizens in this specific neighborhood, so if there are any problems, you should call the number on the card immediately." It was almost perfectly prepared government-speak, and I disliked it immediately.

"Well, ah, Dr. Artemis, I appreciate the gesture, but everything's been working out so far. I do want to talk to you in a bit, if only to get some answers about what the heck is going on with all this, but I have to get in to work." I turned back towards my apartment, but he reached out and restrained me with a hand on my arm.

"About that... the government has already taken the liberty of discussing your particular situation with your employers, and given the unusual nature of your circumstances, they have agreed to let you work from home indefinitely. At the moment, we would prefer that the amount of time that your guest spends in public quarters be reasonably limited, for a number of reasons."

"My 'guest?'"

"We are still in the process of information-gathering on this case, and we currently do not have a specific name for what appears to be a new species. As government regulations discourage the use of the terms 'patient' or 'subject,' I have attempted to select a more appropriate descriptor."

"Well, he's named himself Woofy, so you can call him that instead."

Dr. Artemis looked at me a bit askance, but was ultimately unmoved by the unusual name. "Be that as it may, while the press coverage has died down somewhat at this point, continued public exposure is not ideal. We're in the process of ensuring that all of the affected individuals can remain safely at home, where they can be contained in the event that this situation becomes a matter of concern to the health of the public at large."

"What, you're saying that Woofy might be diseased or something?"

Dr. Artemis shook his head. "No, no, not that we know of. The problem is, there's simply too much that we don't yet know about this situation. As a result, it is in the public interest to err on the side of caution, at least until this new species is categorically cleared of any potential public health issues. Simply put, the CDC's response has been delayed for far too long as it is, due to conflicting reports and, quite frankly, the incompetence of local authorities in notifying the proper federal agencies."

Despite that denial, the news didn't exactly comfort me. "You know, I've been in very close quarters with him for the past few days, and if he has something..."

"Like I said, not that we know of. A number of the... ah, newly discovered individuals are currently undergoing testing at a regional CDC facility. The testing is still ongoing, and we're still waiting for the bulk of the results. Given that all of the subjects are alive, we can only get fairly rudimentary glimpses at their internal anatomy, but initial exhalation and fluids tests run so far indicate a body chemistry that appears to be an incompatible host for the type of pathogens that regularly affect people and animals. So, no, I would say that given the information we have now, the transmission of diseases should not be of particular concern. However, protocol dictates that we contain the situation until we're sure that contact with this species has no adverse affects."

"And if it does?"

Dr. Artemis sighed. "Well, if there were any acute interactions, you would most likely already be experiencing advanced-stage symptoms of some sort or other. Are you experiencing any physiological symptoms that seem abnormal to you?"

I thought about it for a moment, wondering if I should mention my newfound sexual proclivities. "Um, is what I say confidential?"

"Of course - I am an expert physician, after all, and this situation technically makes you my patient."

"Well, in that case... When I said we've been in very close quarters, I wasn't kidding. We've been very close, and, ah... intimate."

"Intimate?" Dr. Artemis looked a bit concerned at that revelation.

"Yes, well, I mean... I'm pretty sure that we've been having sex, of some sort or other. A lot."

"You say sex, of some sort or other... By that, I take it you aren't talking about more traditional sex acts? Anal sex, for instance?"

"Yeah, it's more just... touching, rubbing, things like that..." The volume of my voice dropped significantly as I said the last part, and I belatedly glanced up and down the hallway to see if anyone else was trying to listen in; luckily, it was deserted.

"Hmm..." Dr. Artemis looked surprisingly composed, despite the sensitive nature of what we were talking about. "What you're talking about is hardly isolated, as sexual activity has occurred in one hundred percent of the pairings we've interviewed so far, regardless of the previous sexuality of the persons involved. However, the local authorities were lax in mentioning one fairly important point - due to their anatomical structure, attempting to engage in anal sex with them, in either direction, has the potential to cause significant internal damage and should be avoided entirely. Luckily, this species doesn't seem to be prone to that in the first place, but it is important to note nonetheless, given the currently sexually active state of your pairing."

Given that the notion of attempting that hadn't even crossed my mind - despite having no problems viewing porn, I've never had the particular urge to literally stick my dick in things - I wasn't all that concerned about it. The other stuff, though... "It's still really unusual for me to just... have sex with someone, especially not immediately. And I've never felt this consistently aroused for this long in my life. So, yeah, for me, that's pretty abnormal."

"Abnormal for you, perhaps... but not particularly abnormal for anyone in your current situation. In fact, increased arousal and frequency of sexual activity is about the only consistent side effect we've seen so far. We're still working on the exact biochemistry of what's going on, but it's possible that they admit pheromones which-"

I cut him off, as that line of explanation didn't seem to make sense. "You don't understand, though. It's not like I'm horny for anyone else when I'm around him, and when we did go out in public, it wasn't like he was arousing every person in sight. I only feel sexual desire for him, and he's only shown desire for me - towards everyone else, he acts either neutral, or terrified. So, it's, it's something more than that."

I thought back to when Woofy was talking about some sort of strange link, and it seemed to make slightly more sense now. Whatever was going on, it was only happening between us, not with anyone else. And there was so much more - that crazy feeling last night, how Woofy had already known my name... There was definitely something more going on, and I couldn't believe it was due to a handful of chemicals.

"You know, a few days back, Woofy was mentioning something about a 'link' that he had - first with that Dubrovnikov scientist guy, and then with me. Does that make any sense to you?"

As I mentioned that, I noticed the color visibly drain from the doctor's face - to his credit, though, his neutral expression remained mostly unchanged. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Riiight."

"So far, nothing you mentioned besides the increased sexual feelings has been demonstrably proven to occur, either in our direct interviews or in any of the official tests conducted so far." Probably the truth, but with a significant loophole.

"And the unofficial ones?"

Dr. Artemis looked a bit more flustered at this, but continued. "I'm afraid that it's too early to draw conclusions about any tests which are currently underway. However, I can say that no immediate adverse effects have been observed in any of our testing. In any case, multiple agencies are still trying to recover Dr. Dubrovnikov's work - the self-destruct device that was accidentally triggered when the lab was abandoned destroyed most of his data servers, but forensic specialists from the FBI are currently working on restoring everything that survived. As one of the affected individuals, I can assure you that the government will give you the latest public information as quickly as possible to assist you with your situation. In fact, perhaps you'd like to talk about the assistance that we can provide to you." His last sentence might have seemed like a question, but his tone of voice assured me that it was most definitely not. Somehow, I'd managed to hit a nerve, and he wasn't about to continue down the line of questioning I had in mind. Resigned to that fact, but still determined to get more answers from somewhere, I nodded, letting him continue.

Reaching back into his suit jacket, he pulled out an envelope with an official-looking government seal stamped across the top, as well as a small shrink-wrapped package of what looked like credit cards. "Due to the unusual nature of the... bonding that has occurred between you and your companion, as you are fully aware, it would cause significant trauma to attempt to remove him from your presence. So far, after spending some time with them, no one has chosen to try abandoning them; however, we are concerned that they could pose a danger to the public if you were to seriously attempt separation. This letter contains an official emergency ruling from the CDC, stating that you are not to be more than 1000 feet away from your companion until further notice."

"However," he continued, "the government is aware of the potential hardships that may occur as the result of having an additional person living with you full-time. To compensate for this, the envelope also contains a check to help defray expenses, and there may be additional cash settlements in regards to this situation in the future. The envelope also contains a listing of a number of counseling and other services that the government is providing to assist you, free of charge."

Handing the envelope to me, he then held up the packet of cards. "Additionally, while specific rulings in the courts are still pending, as all individuals of the species so far appear to be sentient and fully capable of intelligent social interaction, the government has declared that they are official U.S. Citizens, as they were 'born' within this country. This packet contains initial identification cards, although you'll still have to get his name registered and an official photo identification issued. The packet also contains cards which guarantee your companion, as well as yourself, comprehensive medical treatment at a regional government health center, which will soon be staffed with doctors who are as well-trained to deal with this new species as possible." He handed me the packet of cards, then turned to go.

"Wait a minute... you're just gonna hand me this and leave? I still have barely any idea what's going on! Am I going to be stuck mostly hanging around my apartment forever? If Woofy doesn't have the biochemistry of a person or a dog, then what the heck is he actually? And why won't you say anything more about this bizarro 'link' thing? What is he, telepathic or something? Hell, why were they created in the first place?"

Dr. Artemis turned back for a moment, his face blank. "It's only been four days. We just don't know everything yet. When we do, of course, you'll be among the first to know. But to answer your questions: yes, he's neither a person nor a dog, nor whatever out there has blue fur. We don't know for sure why they were created, although we suspect that they were intended for a number of specialized purposes, primarily including the sexual gratification of Dr. Dubrovnikov himself. And as for the rest... really, we'll let you know. I've been as helpful as I know how to be. Your work, I'm sure, will be arriving shortly be email, and you should keep your time spent away from this apartment complex to a minimum." He turned to go, saying one more thing casually as he walked away.

"Oh, and if you're interested, the gentleman in Apartment 253 is in a similar situation."

And with that, he turned the corner of the hallway, his footsteps quickly receding. Annoyed by his evasiveness, but happy that I had at least a few more pieces of the puzzle surrounding my situation, I walked back into the apartment, tearing open the envelope.

It did, indeed, contain the promised legal order, along with a check that contained at least two more zeroes that I had expected, and which would indeed support Woofy - and myself, for that matter - for quite some time. On top of my already more than sufficient salary, it meant that my banking surplus would be padded significantly. Maybe, I wondered, once things had settled down from all of this, I should just buy a proper house already - if I was going to be roped into constantly telecommuting, it made sense to have a place bigger than this one. The apartment was fine for the amount of time I usually spent in it, but for both of us to be here nearly all the time, I was sure the confines would rapidly become oppressive.

I heard a noise next to me, and I looked down to see Woofy uncurling from his slumber. As he woke up, I went and grabbed some cereal from the kitchen for him. As he ate, still bleary-eyed, I filled him in on what Dr. Artemis had said, and gave him the packet of cards.

"Yay! I'm a citizen!" he exclaimed, twirling the cards around in his fingers. "Wait, is that good? I kinda remember learning something about that from AD, but he said that being a citizen in some countries wasn't very nice..."

"Well, luckily, none of those countries happen to be this one. Basically, what it means is, you're not property - you're not someone's pet, or something. Being a citizen means that you're free to live your life more or less how you want, and if you don't break the law, no one is going to tell you that you have to live a certain way."

Woofy looked a little confused at this, but seemed to understand at least the generalities. I also showed him the check, and let him know that it meant he would also have money to spend on stuff, like the clothing we had purchased together earlier. He seemed less enthusiastic about this, which I chalked up to the fact that he probably hadn't had much in the way of belongings before a few days ago. Still, after whatever Dubrovnikov had been doing with them, he deserved some rewards as well. It wasn't that big of an issue, though, so I put the check away to deal with later - after all, I had other numbers to deal with, big columns of them, courtesy of my now telecommute-based employer.

Before I got up to go work, though, I mentioned the other person living down the hall with one of his kind, and his eyes lit up. "Oh boy, oh, boy! I wanna go see him! Let's go over and see them right now!"

"Well, I'd love to, but I've got some work to do... and anyway, you're still in your underwear. Why don't you go get dressed while I check my email, and then we'll see when we can head over there and say hi." After all, if they'd had the same talk from Dr. Artemis that I'd just received, it was doubtful that they would be away whenever we came calling.

As it turned out, my email didn't contain much more than a befuddled-sounding letter from my boss, without any real work attached, apart from some quick corrections on a file I'd been working on last week. I finished it up and emailed it back in a matter of minutes, and when I returned, Woofy was dressed in his jeans and one of the mesh shirts, trying to puzzle out how to get one of my video game consoles to work. When I walked back in, though, he perked up and ran over to me immediately. "Let's go! Let's go!"

I was out of excuses, and besides, I was somewhat curious myself to see how someone else was reacting in a similar situation, beyond the minute-long sound bites that were still playing occasionally on the local news. So, after turning out the lights and locking up the apartment, we walked down the hall towards the door marked 253.

As I looked at the door, my memory vaguely recalled the person who lived there - I had seen him a few times before, but only in passing. From what I recalled, he was maybe a couple of years older than me, and trended a tad more towards the jock look, as opposed to my geek casual or buttoned-down work clothes. Beyond that, though, I couldn't recall much - we didn't exactly have much in common, although we probably had a whole lot more now.

I went to knock on the door, but a moment before my hand could make contact, the door swung open. The guy I remembered was standing there, wearing only Speedo-style form-fitting swim shorts that came down to just above his knees, and a pair of waterproof sandals, swim goggles pushed up on top of his head and a towel draped across his back. He was looking backwards, calling to someone behind him. "C'mon, Berkshire, let's hit the pool!" From inside the apartment, a familiar-sounding voice answered affirmatively.

Then he turned around, jumping a bit as he saw me. Then he turned, taking in the both of us, and recognition appeared in his eyes.

"Oh, hey, you must be that guy the Fed dude said was around! Dave, right? I think I've seen you before, at least in the hall. Sorry I never got the chance to meet you, neighbor-to-neighbor, you know, but between my job and staying in shape, I'm pretty busy and things like that tend to slip my mind."

"No problem," I replied. "After all, it's not like I did anything either." Actually, it never would have occurred to me to do anything like that, but it didn't seem appropriate to say that at the moment. "Anyway, you have me at a disadvantage - I don't recall ever having heard your name."

"Hey, don't sweat it. It's A.J. - and don't ask what that stands for, trust me - and as you probably guessed, Berkshire is the fellow who just walked up behind me."

I looked over as Berkshire rather enthusiastically burst into the hallway, wearing nothing but a similar pair of swim shorts. He was maybe an inch taller than Woofy, and his overall looks trended more towards golden retriever than siberian husky. His fur was a bit shorter, and his muscles looked a bit more developed, as while Woofy was fairly slim, he was more cuddly than he was Adonis-like.

I expected an enthusiastic response from him, but Berkshire only paused in the doorway for a second before his eyes fell on Woofy. "It's you!" they both exclaimed in unison, and then Berkshire sprang forward, pouncing on Woofy and knocking him down onto the carpeted hallway. They rolled around on the ground, wrestling playfully and licking at each others' faces, while babbling away in a language that used some sort of high-pitched noises, the kind that I could just barely hear. I looked back at A.J., who seemed as puzzled by the behavior as I was, and so we watched as they rolled around, finally hugging each other in a tight embrace, and starting to rub against each other... Luckily, they stopped after a few moments, got up, and stood facing each other, each one seeming to size up their counterpart. Finally, they hurried back inside, still talking in that strange, high-pitched language. As they walked by, though, I noticed that Woofy's bulge was presenting itself through his tight jeans, and the pouch of Berkshire's swim shorts had swelled to reveal the outline of a seriously thick member, the narrow pink tip of it just poking out over the top of the waistband. Realizing what was probably about to happen, I made to go after Woofy, but A.J. held me back.

"They haven't seen each other for a while. Let them have their little reunion, and we'll talk." He gestured me inside, into an apartment with a fairly similar size and layout to mine. The two of them weren't immediately visible, but the bedroom door was closed, and I could hear muffled noises coming from within.

A.J.'s couch was a bit nicer than mine, upholstered in some sort of soft microfiber fabric, and despite being white, still looked remarkably unstained. I sat down, and A.J. came over a minute later with a couple of cold beers. I didn't usually drink all that much, but I took the one he offered anyway, sipping it slowly.

"It's quite a trip, huh?" he said, and I nodded. "I'm going for a jog a few days ago, and all of a sudden, he's right there, and won't let go for anything! And now..." he sighed, happily. "Now, I can hardly imagine a day without him."

"I know what you mean. Well, at least I think I do..."

A.J. almost laughed. "Hah! I think I know what you're getting at, man. Especially given that Mr. Fed probably spouted that same 'one-hundred-percent' statistic at you, right? So, yeah, no sense denying it. Still kinda weird, though, thinkin' about it in the light of day with another guy sitting next to me. I mean, usually, I do women, you know what I mean?"

"I guess," I replied. "And you're not exactly doing anything for me, either. But Woofy..."

"Yeah, I feel that. Berkshire... there's just something about him, man. I mean, he's this crazy, happy guy who decided to take his name from the street we happened to be walking down at the time, and ordinarily, I can't figure out what I'd see in him, but... like I said, there's just something about him. And honestly, unlike a lot of the girls I know, he's damn near impossibly enthusiastic. And exhausting - this is the first day I've had in a while where there's been any energy left to get some good exercise in. Hey, you don't swim by any chance, do you?"

"Technically, yes, but it's been a while since I've been in a pool," I said with a shrug. "I work out every so often, but what with work and all, I don't really end up doing a lot of sports-type stuff."

He looked down at his current attire and laughed. "Don't let this getup fool you, man. I'm no professional, at swimming or anything else - these are just a lot more comfortable to swim in than boardshorts and stuff like that. I work as a freakin' business process consultant, telling a bunch of suits how to streamline their production cycles every day. They're usually clueless, but it pays well, and they pay a lot more attention if you're fit and look like a go-getter." He paused for a moment, looking a bit concerned. "Of course, with Berkshire tagging along everywhere, I think my current line of work is gonna be more like no-go, but the little compensation package Mr. Fed gave me is gonna do quite nicely until I figure out something else."

"Sorry to hear that," I replied, taking another sip of my beer. "Luckily, my boss is letting me telecommute, but..."

"Hey, no worries! This isn't the first job I've ever done, and it won't be the last." A.J. drained the rest of his beer, leaning back on the couch and spreading his arms out to either side behind him. "And who am I to complain? Money in the bank, and plenty of fun to boot! And I gotta say, there's something so cool about hanging out with someone who's happy about almost everything."

"Yeah, definitely true."

"I gotta ask, though..." A.J. went to continue, but then paused, looking a bit nervous.

"Yeah? Whatever it is can't be any weirder than what we're talking about already, so ask away."

"When... Woofy and you, when you go at it... is it all pretty much him rubbing against you, or you against him?"

I thought about it for a second, and realized he was right. "Pretty much... I guess he kind of gave me a blowjob the first night we were together, but everything since, yeah, we're either touching each other, or kinda, you know, humping with our dicks rubbing together..." Saying it out loud, it did sound kind of unusual. After all, most sex acts, gay, straight, or otherwise, were more like blowjobs, or some sort of penetration. What we had been doing hardly seemed to even make the list, but despite that, I wasn't minding at all - honestly, the kind of sex were were having felt quite comfortable to me.

"Yeah, it was pretty much exactly the same with us. That one night, and ever since... he's up against me most of the time, but I don't mind, it just feels that good..." A.J.'s voice faded away as he looked up, perhaps recalling what they had been doing, and he quickly started to tent his swim shorts. Embarrassed, he tried to cross his legs, but when that just made it worse, he pulled the towel off his back and tossed it into his lap.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just... way too intense, sometimes."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, absolutely..." I said, trying hard not to think about Woofy, for fear of suffering the same reaction. We sat for a moment, neither of us speaking, but the silence was soon broken by the bedroom door slamming open. Woofy and Berkshire emerged, grinning happily, their fur mussed and tails twitching frenetically. Berkshire was still wearing his swim shorts, and Woofy a pair of soft, burgundy red boxer briefs, both of them revealing the outlines of cocks straining to get free. That seemed almost odd, given what I had assumed they'd been doing, especially with what appeared to be a few strands of cum stuck in Berkshire's fur just below the ear. But then again, there seemed to be no end to their horniness.

A.J. looked up, greeting Berkshire with a smile, although taken slightly aback when he noticed the same "stain" that I had. He glanced back at me, eyebrow raised, but before he could do anything else, Berkshire had vaulted over the couch and landed on top of him, pushing him down on the couch and crouching over him as the towel fell away. Seeing him in motion, I had managed to duck away just in time to avoid Berkshire's knee making contact with my face, and I ended up in a kneeling position beside the couch as Berkshire started caressing A.J.'s neck and back, kissing him intensely. Shocked by the sudden affection, A.J. broke away from the kiss, turning towards me as he gasped for breath, his eyes wide and his face flushing with embarrassment. Even through the embarrassment, though, his arousal was clear, being watched by someone or not. And a moment later Berkshire shifted on the couch, bringing the rest of his body prone against A.J. The thin, smooth fabric of the swim shorts made their contact slippery, and Berkshire almost slid off onto the floor, his torso twisting as his legs and tail flailed for purchase. He quickly recovered, though, anchoring his legs by tucking his feet around one of the couch cushions, and began to fairly vibrate the lower half of his body, the swim shorts providing practically no resistance as they slid together. A.J. started panting, any notion of embarrassment lost to the sudden sexual engagement. Practically forgetting I was there, he dug his fingers deep into the fur on Berkshire's back, their panting and groaning increasing in intensity as they ground against each other.

As I watched, somehow not really surprised, I realized that I was starting to feel aroused as well, and I was so focused on what was going on that I forgot all about Woofy, at least until I heard someone shifting behind me, and felt his breath gently stirring the hair on the back of my neck.

I turned around, and he was kneeling next to me. Before I could say anything, he put his hands on my shoulders, a strange little smile flitting across his face. He rubbed my shoulders softly, then slowly drew his fingers across my biceps and up to the collar of my polo shirt, carefully unbuttoning it and gliding his fingers across the small patch of hair on my chest, hovering just above my skin. I looked down to see his hips shifting slowly from side to side, his tail dancing like a charmed cobra as his member, perfectly aroused, twitched slightly against the underwear pressing it tightly against his pelvis.

"I need you," he said, his voice plaintive and heavy with arousal. He ran his hands softly, lovingly, down my sides. I had never seen him like this before - every other time, it had seemed more casual, more happily enthusiastic, but this, somehow, seemed serious. I almost didn't know what to do. "I need to feel you so badly," he continued, his voice soft, as he slowly tugged at my shirt. I lifted my arms up, and he pulled my shirt off, tossing it away. It landed on top of Berkshire, in fact, but they were so lost in what they were doing, their hips pumping vigorously, that they didn't even notice. Neither, it seemed, did Woofy - despite what was going on right next to us, despite the fact that we were in the apartment of someone who was practically a stranger, he seemed to be focused entirely on me. "Please, Dave, I need you now. Be with me now... please..."

"Sure, Woofy." He sighed in response, like he was somehow relieved that I'd approved, and pressed his chest against mine, unbuckling my slacks and pulling them of. After tossing them aside, he started rubbing his hands across my boxer briefs, before hooking his fingers around the waistband and pulling them off as well, letting my member spring to attention. He pushed his hands against my shoulders insistently, urging me to lower myself onto my back, and once I was prone on the carpet, he poised himself above me. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he began to bring his body down - first his muzzle nuzzling gently against my chin and neck, then the soft fur of his chest snuggling up against mine, and even softer fur brushing against my stomach. Then the soft fabric of his boxer briefs, almost like cashmere, rubbing gently against my crotch, then more firmly as his pelvis pressed down and his legs intertwined with mine, the soft fur of his foot-paws rubbing up against my toes. Every part of us was connected somehow, and it felt amazing. For a while, he didn't move, and we simply lay there, him gazing directly into my eyes, a look of wonderment spreading across his face. I could feel the warmth of his cock through the fabric of his underwear, twitching faintly against mine in time with his pulse. Suddenly, my tail was twitching like mad, and I had to feel him against me all the way. I reached down, slowly sliding his boxer briefs down his thighs, feeling the warmth increase tremendously as the incredibly soft skin of his member pressed down against mine.

A moment later, though, a squeal off to the side caused me to mentally pull away from the intensity of our contact, at least for a moment. Woofy, though, was still lost in it, and tried to snuggle even tighter as I suddenly realized that, as much as it might have been fun to have one, I had never had a tail, and the fact that I had just very realistically felt one twitching off beyond my tailbone was very disconcerting.

"Um, Woofy," I began, but finished with a gasp as he reached down with one of his hands and wrapped it around both of our members, giving them a little squeeze. Then he started shifting his entire body back and forth, his fur rubbing incredibly across the entire length of my body, as the soft pads of his hand started stroking against our shafts in one direction as his cock slid across mine in the other.

The combined sensation was unbelievable, and it only took a few seconds of this before I came, moaning loudly as my body strained against his. He didn't stop moving, though, an even more intense look spreading across his face as his body rocked against mine, not even noticing the cum I was shooting out slowly working its way into his fur. Working his hand down, he moved one of his fingers to press against the base of my shaft, and a strange, warm feeling pulsed through my balls as my cock stayed almost impossibly hard. The movement was even more intense now, and I moaned with each stroke, barely catching my breath between the shudders the sensation was sending through my muscles. Woofy seemed tireless, though, and kept going, completely silent apart from his breathing. He flicked his tongue against my ear as he ground hard against me, his hand suddenly rubbing quickly against the tip of my cock, and I came again, the orgasmic pulses sapping the strength from my muscles. I felt Woofy's hand release us, and he pressed his pelvis all the way back down, using his other hand to stroke my face as he looked lovingly back at me, his eyes never wavering. Then he started up again, rubbing back and forth very slowly, and I could feel every contour of his penis as it traced slowly back and forth across my sensitive tip.

"Woofy, I don't know if I can take any more of this," I said, ending with another gasp as he rubbed against me in a certain way. I felt like I was at my limit, my muscles exhausted, my whole body tired from the reverberations of the previous orgasms.

"We're almost there, Dave," he breathed against my ear, almost inaudibly. "We're almost there." I wasn't sure quite where that was, but as he moved against me, he was somehow more... present. Everything intensified, and it felt like I could feel every individual strand of his fur as he brushed against me. And then, suddenly, I thought I could feel him, or feel, somehow, through him, and all at once my body relaxed, all except for my pelvis, which was suddenly pulsing with the most indescribably wonderful feelings. As I relaxed against him, as his body practically fell into mine, my mind relaxed, suddenly secure in the notion that we were finally, truly together, and that this was what we were for - that this was the way things were supposed to be. Then the sensations blurred as my whole body dissolved into pleasure, and everything in the world seemed to disappear.

There was suddenly nothing at all except pure, uniform white all around me, and the uncanny feeling of moving somewhere at a high rate of speed. Then the brightness quickly faded away, revealing a curved floor-to-ceiling glass window in front of me, with someone walking closer, distorted and stretched by the glass so as to be almost unrecognizable. I reached out, and the glass was cold to the touch. There was something wrong with my hand, but I couldn't quite understand what it was. Then there was a hissing sound as something pneumatic activated near my feet, and the wall of glass slid upward to reveal a mostly balding man, his head framed by blonde tufts of hair that stuck out at odd angles. He wore a pair of old-fashioned spectacles low on his bulbous nose, along with a white lab coat covered with stains, faded to various degrees over the course of years. He was somehow familiar, but I couldn't quite figure out how, and when he spoke, I instantly recognized his voice.

"Welcome!" he boomed, stretching his arms out towards me, his deep, mellifluous voice tinged with just the slightest hint of a russian accent. "Welcome to life!"

He reached out and embraced me, and as he did, the world suddenly flashed to white again. Then my eyes - my actual eyes - snapped open to reveal a boring white ceiling. I looked over to see a very familiar carpet, and my mind came quickly back to the present - with me, naked, lying on the floor of someone else's apartment.

I tried to get up, but my muscles initially had no energy, still feeling pleasantly relaxed. After a few minutes, though, I managed to raise myself to a sitting position to take in the situation. Woofy was curled up into a ball a few feet or so away from me, snoring softly with his nose nestled close to my discarded boxer briefs, the part of my pants he wasn't sleeping on top of splayed out next to him. Over on the couch, A.J. and Berkshire were passed out side by side, still wearing their swim shorts, which now sported significant wet spots spreading across the crotch. And in the doorway, three bulky figures in what almost looked like space suits were stapling some sort of improvised airlock system, made from clear plastic sheeting, across the frame of the apartment's front door.

Noticing I was awake, one of the figures walked over towards me, galumphing awkwardly due to the suit's bulk. The head of the suit had a large, transparent plexiglass face shield, and through it I could see the unmistakable features of Dr. Artemis.

"Well, the good news is, we were able to figure out a little more about the work Dr. Dubrovnikov was working on," he said, his voice muffled through the suit.

"And?" I asked, suddenly dreading what he was going to say next.

"It turns out he was working on a fairly clandestine program for one of the more secretive government agencies." He paused, looking nervously down at Woofy before continuing.

"The program, unfortunately, was to work towards the goal of creating a living biochemical weapon. While it apparently didn't work out exactly as planned, we still believe that he was, at least in part, successful. The good news is, initial tests show that the weapon was never intended to be lethal, but even so... I'm sorry, but the government is starting to take this very seriously, and I honestly don't know what's going to happen next."

And so I sat there, naked, as the men in the hazmat suits continued their work, as a sudden fear and dread began to radiate outward from my chest. When I looked down at Woofy, though, sleeping peacefully beside me, I started to feel better, and I decided to curl up next to him. And it wasn't so bad; even through the fear, a strong, steady thought kept pulsing through my head - that we were together, now, and that no matter what happened next, that fact would never change. I dozed next to him, rubbing my face against the fur of his back, daydreams flitting through my head. I barely even noticed as pairs of suited figures lifted both of us up and took us back to out similarly sealed apartment. I fell the rest of the way asleep soon after they lowered me into my bed, and slept peacefully until morning, when I got up, got dressed essentially on autopilot, and walked out into the living room to get ready for work.

However, upon seeing the two soldiers in full MOPP gear, standing on either side of my plastic-covered front door with assault rifles held tightly across their chests, I suddenly felt considerably less peaceful.