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The Dog Zone

by Apsidalmosaic (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/apsidalmosaic/)

Dated: 24.12.16

***

The tubular-shaped robot lumbered towards them with hard, strained motions. "MUST EXTERMINATE CARBON-BASED LIFE-FORMS!" it exclaimed and let its claw-hands twitch menacingly. Its cybertronic brain splattered against the wall as its head exploded from an armour-piercing bullet like a cheap firecracker.

"Damn!" Amy shouted as she saw more robots approaching their position at the entrance of a small alleyway between lidless walls of spotless concrete.

"This is all your fault, Rick!" She threw the accusation like a weapon at the man kneeling against a nearby wall, typing something on a holographic console that extended from his wrist and coloured the ground in a diffuse blue glow.

"Look Amy I didn't know" he started "I mean, how was I supposed to know the computer mistakes my smartphone for a goddamn hostage?"

"You don't get it, Rick, do you?" Amy replied and gracefully shot down three incoming robots in quick succession before she whirled around angrily to face him. "When you have a sentient AI, you don't tell the AI that you use technology. Because they fucking hate that! That's in, like, every_fucking_ sci-fi flick with a sentient AI ever! And I told you so! But, no, you had to show off your fucking overclocked device again!"

"Well, look who is talking!", Rick replied sourly and lobbed a small dart at an approaching robot which instantly went down twitching from an electric surge. "We weren't even in this mess in the first place if it wasn't for you!" He imitated her voice " 'Uhhh Rick! Let's go to THIS dimension! Circuit-City is SO romantic!' "

Amy's mouth twitched with anger as she hurled a small EMP-grenade down the street that left various robots to short-circuit and fall over. "Well MAYBE we wouldn't be here if you included a mention about, y'know, KILLER-ROBOTS when you told me about it?"

"Well they weren't killer-robots till YOU told the mainframe to go fuck itself when he wanted to save my smartphone!"

Another robot was getting closer to Amy, its claw-hand only a small distance from her arm which forced her to almost casually draw a knife and ram it it into the robot's large, red eye-socket that made its head melt audibly from misaligned currents.

"You are always like that Rick! Ever since I married you! You just NEVER listen."

"Oh yeah?!" Rick asked, while shooting down a sawblade-wielding flying robot that aimed for Amy's head.

"YEAH!", she shouted back as she watched the thing crash into the asphalt next to her.

"I'm ALWAYS listening!" Rick lashed out. "How you think someone is SO wrong in doing what they do because you always know better! How Emily is just SO wrong about going out with Frank or Kevin with Linda..."

"Rick." Amy interrupted tersely as a massive form appeared in the distance.

"I'M NOT DONE! Or how you annoy me almost every day with stuff that doesn't even interest me just because you are bored. 'Look at this Rick! ... It's a bowl! ... With rice!' "

"Rick...", Amy repeated and slowly backed away into the alley.

"Or how I have to endure you every time when we....." he continued even as the ground started to shake.

"RICK! THE FUCKING PORTAL!" Amy yelled.

He took a surprised glance backwards just to see a massive, armoured robot stomping in their direction determinedly. Its body was humanoid and at least twice his size with impossibly large arms, no doubt hiding enough firepower to blast them back to their homeworld.

"Uh Oh!", Rick commented before typing even more frantically into the display. "There is a compatible dimension in reach.... It's.....it's......full of dogs?"

"I don't care Rick!" Amy said and took a shot at the robot, her bullet not even leaving a scratch as it ricocheted away into the distance.

The robot raised his arms. "LETHAL FORCE AUTHORIZED" it stated as its limbsshifted to reveal a rather unhealthy assortment of gun-barrels pointing straight at them.

"THE PORTAL, RICK!" Amy shouted desperately.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!", he stuttered, as with one final push on his display, the wall next to him became translucent. Meanwhile, the robot's arm had started to spin, secreting bullets with a high-pitched noise reminiscent of a wasp swarm. A very angry wasp swarm, that made the walls around them explode with large, pocky holes and sent splinters of concrete to fly around madly, just as Amy grabbed Rick's collar and flung them both through the portal.

***

Amy groaned. She hated passing over quickly. It always made her feel queasy. And this time wasn't exactly the most relaxed hop either, which left her head spinning as if she had just been on a merry-go-round. "Fuck...." she said out loud as she stared up at a ceiling made of coarse masonry. Rick groaned in the distance.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, both worry and annoyance reflecting in her voice. "I'm fine. Thank you." Rick said, slowly inspecting the black cloak he wore. He found a bullet-hole. "Ohhh yeah. That may have been.... a bit close this time, I admit."

Amy rolled her eyes and slowly wobbled to her feet.

They were in a spacious subterranean area, apparently made from ancient stonework, large with no windows and only a single door on its side. It seemed like a storage room. Various pots, vases and amphorae lay next to sturdy wooden chests and what looked like stacked shelves chiselled from the walls themselves. It smelled of dust and decay. Still, a few well-lit torches and braziers drenched everything in a bright, flickering light.

"Where are we?" she asked, gazing curiously at a stack of roughly cut spears orderly arranged at one of the walls.

"Well", Rick clambered to his feet as well. "Welcome...." he went on theatrically, trailing a half-circle with his arm "....to the DOG ZONE!"

Amy smiled. Part of the reason they had married was that, no matter how bad it seemed, Rick was someone who'd always entertain her with his little shenanigans.

"So, dogs?" she asked curiously.

"Yes. DOGS!" he continued like a bad showmaster. "The best friend of mankind." He gave her a mocking grin. "OR ARE THEY?! Imagine a dimension with nothing but DOGS in it. Walking on two feet. Building their society in a way no man has ever seen! Will they be our friend? Or our mortal enemy? Find out in this week's all-new episode!"

Amy looked at him with bemusement. "Y'know you should have actually made it to television instead of doing this boring dimension-hopping-adventuring business."

He shrugged with a smile and Amy felt at ease. She wasn't mad at him anymore. They were a couple and that meant they had their differences sometimes, but eventually they'd manage as they always did. And the killer-robots? Well, at least they hadn't been eldritch zombies like last time. She still wondered how a severed tongue could try to murder someone.

"So, we are essentially in a furry's wet-dream now?"

Rick shrugged again. "Pretty much. And we won't suddenly die here because the laws of nature don't permit for organic life. Buuuuuuut..... that's pretty much all I could see, before we, you know, had to jump through the portal because you couldn't give the mainframe my smartphone...."

Maybe she was still mad at him. Just a little bit. "Rick. Don't overdo it.", she said sternly. "Where's the next portal access? I think I can do without the smell, the slobbering and the incessant barking."

"Hmmm..." he activated his navigator again, the blue holographic frame almost lit up the whole room as it sprang to life. It showed a variety of arcane symbols; a few equations, numbers and charts. Rick was the tech-guy for a reason. She had never cared too much for the whole 'interdimensional navigation' business, instead opting for the more 'down-to-earth' part of adventuring a good gun could provide.

"Apparently this structure here is quite massive. A pyramid?" he said, frowning at the screen. "But...there is another portal access. At the top." His hand danced among the display a few times, revealing a clear white line through the compound. "There. We have to climb a few steps, but we should manage - provided we avoid the 'guard dogs'."

"Oh my god. Don't tell me I have to listen to dog puns all the way up?"

"YOU DO!" Rick exclaimed happily.

"Oh, you!", she said with a smile, her hands resting on her hips.

"That wasn't bad either!", he replied, took a quick step towards her and pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Now, after you please, beautiful woman with a gun....", he said, invitingly pointing to the single door that lay at the side of the room.

***

"This is all your fault, Rick!" Amy spat out as soon as the gag had left her mouth.

"Look, Amy, I didn't know!" Rick answered pleadingly, yet made the mistake of stopping for a second which prompted the guard behind him to poke painfully at his naked ass with its spear. The thing growled at him to move on. "Ouch! Okay! Okay! I'm walking already. Geeeez!"

Amy grumbled. They had managed to avoid the few patrols they had stumbled upon rather easily, hiding in the shadows and steadily made their way upwards. On one occasion, her confidence got the better of her and she was drawn back by her husband to avoid detection. A short exchange later and he somehow saw the need to press a kiss on her lips. A kiss she kind of had made the mistake to share with her eyes closed and her hands not on her gun for once. That had been the moment when she had felt the pointy tips of several spears at her throat.

They had been tied up, gagged and stripped of everything they had. Unfortunately, that really had included everything, even their clothes and the grenade she hid between her asscheeks for exactly such a situation. Meanwhile, the dogs had barked and growled angrily with yipping words neither of them could even remotely understand. They spent not even an hour in a cell, before they were roughly picked up and led upwards into a long corridor. Fortunately, their captors, two shepherd-girls, a male who looked like a Doberman and a male border-collie whose ears wiggled around rather cutesy, had decided to remove their gags at this point to give them at least a little bit of breathing room.

She shook her head at his comment. "You know it is! Now, do you have any idea if we can communicate with them?"

Rick almost skipped a step, when he formulated his answer. "Without my navigator, that ain't likely. And I'm really not fluent in dog. But I may try." He looked at the shepherd-girl that walked right next to him. Like the rest, she wore an elaborate linen-tunic that covered all of her anthropomorphic body in one long piece except for her tail which roamed freely behind her back. She had humanlike hair as well, short brown braids collected in a coloured bun almost indistinguishable from her fur. She looked at him with a mixture of disdain and curiosity as he started to speak.

"Woof?"

One could clearly tell how much she hated that in the way her canine cheeks dropped downward. She hissed something and used the back of her spear to give him a painful knock to his head.

"Ouch!", he protested, while the girl held up his gag threateningly. "All right, all right.... I'll be quiet", Rick grumbled, earning throaty, canine chuckles from their other guards.

"I'll just mark that down under 'Inappropriate times my stupid husband decided to make a joke and it came back at him.'" Amy quipped.

"You could at least try to show a little bit of pity...", he mumbled before he fell silent and continued onwards.

Fortunately, Rick didn't try any other funny things as the corridor gave way to a massive room. It was shaped like the pyramid they were in, yet its roof was cut off and alien moonlight poured in from above. Amy realized, they were at the top of the pyramid and somewhere around here had to be the access point. But without Rick's navigator...

Before she could think any further, they were pushed forward again, driven into a strange circular area filled with stone tables arranged underneath the imposing statue of a wolf. Its massive frame seemed to pounce right out of the wall above them. Underneath rose an ornate platform, full with depictions of canids praying, fighting and looking up into the sky in admiration. On its top, however, stood a single, real one who stared down at them like an angry god.

It was a chihuahua. Not even as high as her hips, she'd have wagered. It yipped theatrically while heavy golden jewellery danced around on its stubby fingers and scrawny neck as they were led in front of the platform.

"Awww!" Rick said. "I had one of those when I was a kid!"

The thing pointed at him, raised its hands and barked twice with a motion that saw his paws reach out to them, only to draw them back in an entirely ritualistic manner.

Amy rolled her eyes. "And _I'm_bad at diplomacy?"

Rick coughed in return. "Errr....Greetings!" He started. "We.... errr come in peace, oh....ehhmm most doggy of dogs?"

The thing just raised its paws, before it slowly grabbed a large golden staff from somewhere behind it. It was as large as him, crowned with a fist-sized ruby and an equally large sapphire enveloped in a knotted tip of solid gold that made the whole thing look like a mace. The dog pounded it on the ground twice and concluded with a ceremonial bark.

"Hello....?" Rick asked again in the hopes that the thing in front of him would acknowledge his existence.

"You sure you still don't speak Dog, Rick?" Amy asked matter-of-factly as each one of their guards took a forceful step forward and gripped the bindings that held their hands.

"Why?"

"Because I just realized what those pictures and the style of this pyramid remind me of...", Amy continued as the chihuahua-priest started what sounded like the doggy version of a chant.

"What?" Rick asked, cringing slightly as one of the shepherd-girls behind him grabbed his arm.

"The Maya", Amy said as the guard behind her did the same.

"You don't mean...." Rick started, as he was turned around and led in front of one of the stone tables that littered the area.

"I do...." Amy replied as she arrived next to him at a different table maybe two paces away.

"So....now?" Rick asked as one of his guards produced an obsidian knife.

"Yep", Amy said while her guard raised his own and the shepherd-girl next to her made herself ready to push her down onto the table with the back of her spear.

Instead, Amy threw herself backwards in a quick violent motion, crashing into the border-collie that made it tumble back while sending his knife to the ground. Meanwhile, she had already engaged in a pirouette that saw her foot come down hard on the poor girl's head. The thing whimpered painfully and fell down unconscious. She took a leap to the knife, picked it up and sent its heft down hard between the cute ears of the snarling collie that was trying to pounce her. He was smashed into the ground, now unconscious as well. She slowly cut off her bindings and took a quick glance over to her husband.

Apparently, he had hid a small dart in the top of one of his canines, a trick she had seen before and that had completely taken out his own female captor who was cringing on the ground, trying to puke her brains out. His other, male, guard was equally forced to the ground and the strained expression on the doberman's head together with his paws that were desperately trying to shield his crotch, told her he'd be out for a while as well.

"Man I'm really getting better at this business!", Rick said, crashing his knee into the doberman's head who tumbled over and was out for the time being. "I always believed watching Kill Bill really does something for your martial arts skills!"

"Don't get too cocky", Amy said and casually snatched up the spear her female captor had held andflicked it around until it pointed directly at the chihuahua. It was looking back at them with thinly veiled fear yet still had his staff raised theatrically to the large statue above him.

"So, listen up buddy!" Amy started "We are gonna take a hike now and you are coming with...."

The rod suddenly flashed in bright hues of red and blue as both gemstones exploded with colour for a moment. It prompted the dog to fling the thing onto the ground with a surprised yelp.

"Ohhh this is not good", Rick commented as the event was accompanied by a gust of wind that quickly smothered every single torch around and left both of them inside a ring of pale, alien moonlight.

"Definitely not good" he continued as the shepherd-girl on the ground hissed and snarled in fear, panically clawing her way out of the circle. The priest-dog did the same and she could only hear the faint clacking of his jewellery as he hurried down unseen stairs in the back. "You know how like in every movie and every game scenes like this means a really big bad? You know, REALLY big?"

"I only remember that scene from the first Indiana Jones with that fucking rock right now." Amy replied and stared at the statue above her, spear raised. Moonlight danced strangely on the stone and cast waves in its surface almost as if the rock itself was coming to life.

"Well...that's also a way of putting it." Rick said and readied himself, another spear pointed at the large statue whose eyes had suddenly started to glow. It's left eye shone in a deep, fiery red and its right in a bright,celestial blue. "Or maybe it's more like the ending of that movie..." Rick mused as the glow got brighter every second.

"Now that you mention it...."

They exchanged a quick glance, before they turned around in unison and dashed towards the edge of the moonlit area. Meanwhile, the room exploded in red and blue, with flickering rubine and azure shades that roiled behind them like two massive snakes. The air lit up as well with foreign, guttural growls. Strangely distant and yet so near. And nearer. And nearer.

She took a glance behind her and saw two blurry entities chasing them. Dogs by the looks of it, their shapes transparent yet solid, like somebody had brushed over reality with some cheap water-colours. One of them was slightly larger, adorned with a rough coat in the colour of a hellish sunset, while the other was smaller, fluffier and coated in its polar opposite cast in empyrean blue and white. Dog Spirits?

"Fuck!" Amy shouted, as she realized they were bound to get them. The red one left a bloody, glowing trail of light in its wake as it made a beeline and dove down in Rick's direction. "Rick!" she shouted and leapt towards him, pushing him out of harm's way with a quick, desperate thrust. Yet the spirit remained on a collision course and its spectral form crashed into her, knocking her off-balance violently.

"No! Not that bloody trope!", she could hear Rick yell when she hit the ground nearby and rolled a few meters along the masonry. The crash hit her harder than she thought and a distinct pain flared through her front, back and joints. She groaned.

"Amy!!!" Rick yelled again. His voice was terrified and she lifted her head, saw him running towards her. But a blue shape was chasing him, was aiming at him from above, descending onto him with calculated speed.

"Rick!" she said, couldn't manage to shout because her lungs hurt, even when the thing crashed into Rick from behind, sent him reeling over, and threw him down onto the ground where he came to rest on his back not two-metres from her own position.

The spirit was nowhere to be seen.

"Rick...." she groaned again and tried to lift herself up.

"I'....m.....I'm fine" Rick said as he brought a bruised arm up to his head.

"Fuck...." Amy said in return as she fell back onto her ass. "You sure?"

Rick slowly sat up with a groan as well. "My face isn't melting is it?"

"Not that I see, no"

"Then I guess I am....."

"What do you think just happened?"

"Hmmm.....You are strong. A good vessel. And I thought I made a mistake..."

Amy cocked her head, "What did you just say?"

Rick looked at her equally confused. "I didn't say anything. Also thanks. You know, I already know I'm cute and handsome and so forth, but you don't have to say this at every instance during our various zany adventures. Especially not if we just got attacked by dog spirits from..." he paused. "....oh crap...."

Something chuckled. Rick didn't, because his eyes had widened considerably as he stared on the ground in front of him. Something inside of her started to speak in a deep, arrogant voice, "I'm Zyx, first of many, the alpha, the prophet of the crossing, the golden-pyramid of the dusk, the healer of wounds and the promise of the Yxtamactl. You will be my vessel, my method of bringing glory......"

"Oh great." Amy sighed with exasperation. "Seems we are possessed now. Did I mention this is entirely your fault, Rick?"

"Don't ignore me, mortal!" the thing in her mind hissed angrily.

"It's not my fault!", Rick protested. "Yeah, good girl....come, just calm down a bit will ya..." he mumbled towards himself.

"Wait, your spirit thing is a girl?" Amy asked suspiciously.

"DO NOT IGNORE ME, MORTAL" the thing inside her coiled in seething anger.

"Shut the fuck up!", she told it angrily. That thing was annoying her already.

"Awww yeah....." Rick answered, then stopped and talked to himself for a second. "....Take a deep breath. Yes you are beautiful. You are a really....errr....good-looking dog. Everything is fine....."

His gaze wandered back to Amy "...well yeah....but she is a little bit too jumpy for me, so don't worry .....apparently has something to do with dawn or somesuch."

"Wait....what do you mean, making me beautiful as well?" He asked himself aloud.

"SUCH INSOLENCE! YOU WILL BE MINE MORTAL. FIRST YOUR BODY, THEN YOUR SOUL!", the thing inside her proclaimed, concluding its outburst with an arrogant cackle of almost theatrical quality.

Amy sighed. Why couldn't things just be easy for once? Now they had to get to a shaman, wizard or technomage to get those things out of their heads. She took a glance at Rick who was gazing rather intently at his hand. Amy frowned and craned her neck.

His hand seemed to change colour, pink skin giving way to a more blue-whiteish hue. She also thought it got smaller. A suspicion that was almost immediately confirmed when Rick spread it out in front of his eyes and its form almost seemed to shrink right under her gaze, became daintier and visibly smaller than his other that probed it curiously.

"This is not good. This is definitely not good...." Rick mumbled while the change of colour intensified and she realized that it wasn't his skin that was changing colour but came from a small layer of fur that grew ever denser the longer she looked.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he asked angrily, directed at the spirit inside his head. "You never said anything about turning me into a dog goddamnit!"

The thing inside her still cackled "Seems like my beautiful wife has already started. You will be mine, mortal....."

"Your....wife?" Amy blinked, when a feeling descended onto her body. A strange tingle, a thaumaturgic sizzle, a sinking feeling that immediately enveloped her body in a gentle, weirdly warm embrace.

"Oh fuck...." she said, when her hand started to itch and blood-red hairs strained to push out from her skin and quickly started to cover its back. It felt soft and strangely familiar from the pets she knew, yet totally alien as well, given the fur was her own now.

"You don't happen to recall a method to keep evil spirits from taking over our body, do you, Rick?"

"Pah! We aren't evil, mortal!" the thing inside her protested. She could feel her hand distorting, bones shifting into a larger form while her nails darkened and turned into obsidian black claws. "We are the prophets. The leaders. The duality of day and night. You will be sanctified, revered as the method of salvation, a thing to bring glory to our...."

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?" Amy replied sternly. The thing inside her hissed again, raged about something she really couldn't be bothered to listen to and she did her best to ignore it.

Rick blinked. "Errrr.....let me think.....". He, as much as she, was still naked. His form hadn't been really impressive from the start with his lithe and pretty hairless body that was just as pale as one'd expect from a more nerdish kid. Despite that, he still had been enjoyably muscled in an athletic, endurance orientated way that had filled his frame somewhat and given him an attractive, masculine appearance.

But now he seemed noticeably slimmer. As if he had shrunk and as if the muscles on his body had collectively deflated. Just a tiny bit but visible nonetheless. A pelt of blue, white and small purple lines had grown along his arm almost up to his elbow and his hand was now completely reminiscent of the anthropomorphic dogs they had seen before, humanlike but with fur, paw-pads and small claws that protruded from his fingertips.

"There was this Tibetan thing....I think they used meditation and some life-long disciplining against changeling-spirits who would turn them into god-knows what...."

"I don't think we have years of study, Rick" Amy said. Her hand had stretched almost angrily, wholly without pain but accompanied by a strange sensation as if somebody had turned your very bones into clay and decided to carefully whip them into a different shape altogether.

It was now maybe twice as large as it had been and looked similar to Rick's. Her claws were sharper and more menacing, though. Touching them felt strange, the substance anchored so deep within her new fingers that she could feel the nerves down in her hand resonating as well. Meanwhile, her other had joined in the change too and was busy covering itself with the same blanket of crimson that was now accompanied by a light orange tinge and strange black lines. The colours of dusk.

"There is also the Evil Dead method....you know just cut-it off and replace it with a chainsaw. Then again...." He smiled sheepishly as fur raced onto his shoulder. If her coat was dusk, his was a sea of dawn, interspersed with strange purple fur markings made of swirls and foreign symbols. His muscles and bones had deflated even further along his arm and his shoulder had thinned considerably. It almost looked feminine. "...I'd rather not have to cut-off my torso...."

"Oh fuck." Amy said, as fur had appeared on her forearms which led them to swell considerably. A strange stretching sensation had also seeped into her frame, was pulling at her spine and her hips, expanding the former upwards while the later seemed to get pushed inwards. "Uhmmm Rick, you know how your spirit is female, right?"

"Yeah?", he said as he curiously petted a fluffy ball of white fur that had grown on his collarbone.

"Mine is male." She paused, noticing how her arms had turned completely furry and visibly muscled by now with its fur-pattern the mirror image of Rick's, cast in the colours of a disturbingly familiar hellish sunset.

The thing inside her cackled.

"Oh no". Rick looked down at his unusually small frame and noticed how fur was heading downwards towards his chest and slowly encircled his nipples. "Oh nonononononono...." he cringed slightly, as his chest started to lose tone rapidly and grew visibly soft and pliable, even from her viewpoint.

"I mean....it was fun that _ONE_time when we switched bodies back on that body-hopping dystopia planet and I ended up being you for a day.... But I'd rather not...." he blushed intensely as the skin of his nipple changed into a bright sky-blue.

"Then think, Rick!" Amy hissed as her shoulders grew and heaved themselves upwards into a broad, decidedly manly configuration. At the same time, fur gushed down from her shoulders and new muscles on her back hardened her frame and her whole body; took away from the feminine softness she was so used to and Rick was evidently getting to experience in return.

"Wait....if I had my navigator, there may be a way, if we..... ohhhhhhhhh" he ended with a moan. His chest had puffed out, was suddenly bulging, his nipple proudly pointing upwards for a second before it expanded and settled itself on a growing mound. She could almost see the development of breasts that she recalled took years during her puberty constrained into a timeframe of not even a minute. Meanwhile, Rick's paw and its still human counterpart shot upwards, first clutching then gently massaging his blossoming additions.

"But this...this DEFINITELY feels nicer.... A LOT nicer...." he mumbled while his chest grew into what would easily be C-cups when they were done. His dick hardened considerably as well, as his hands eagerly plucked at his nipples and kneaded around inside his new flesh.

"Are you enjoying this?!" Amy asked apalledly. Her own chest had already started to deflate, from what were once proud B's almost down into nothingness with a weird tug. It didn't even remotely feel pleasurable. Especially with the persistent threat of being turned into a mindless puppet for a strange dog-spirit in some backwater-dimension nobody ever heard of.

"Well it does feel....good... and this whole getting furry business isn't really that bad....." Rick told her with a sheepish smile on his lips yet went on to frown. "What....there's more?", he asked dreamily before a drawn-out gasp escaped his lips. The fur on his front had travelled further downwards and it seemed that just below his new rack a few more were in the making as well: two sets of nipples had appeared and were slowly blooming into two progressively smaller sets of tits right underneath the first.

Female dogs do have more than two nipples, Amy reflected with strange calm as Rick's hands dove into the expanding flesh with a detached look of bliss in his eyes. She shook her head. "Rick! We really..." she started angrily but was cut-short by a violent cough. Something had constricted in her throat, was pulling at it, expanding something for a moment. "....should do something...." she completed with a voice that had turned into a dark, manly baritone. "Oh damn... I sound like James Earl Jones....", she added, probing her neck with one of her large paw-hands to find that it was completely covered in fur as well.

"Yeah.....we should. We totally should. But Amy, I have tits. SIX of them! And they are furry and soft....", he announced in a strangely happy tone while he ran one of his paws down on his impossible mammalian sextet. She hadn't even realized that his other hand had turned into a paw as well.

"You know, your strange new occupation with furry knockers aside, we still need to find a way to not get controlled by those spirits. You know, actually stay ourselves and so forth?" Amy said, noticing that her torso was barrelling out at this point, shifting her appearance into something clearly masculine.

Still, the muscles that settled into her furry chest had grown into well-defined abs at this point and she couldn't help but note that it made somewhat of a sight. In fact, it looked rather pleasantly strong and she felt a faint tingle stir in her nether regions. Oh damn, she thought. She was starting to find herself hot. ".....and I'd like a fast solution as well.", she added.

"Maybe...." He was looking down thoughtfully at his waist that became slimmer by the second. "...Maybe, we can reason with them?"

The thing inside her cackled pompously again. "I'm sorry mortal, but you will have to submit. But despite your continued insolence, there is no way that I, Zyx, first of many, the alpha, the prophet of the...."

"Isn't there any other way?" Amy asked pleadingly in Rick's direction, while the thing in her mind continued to monologue.

"Well, what if I were to...errr find someone else?" Rick told himself aloud, oblivious to her comment. "I mean I'm not complaining about the fur or the tits, but if we can find...."

"......promise of the Yxtamactl, will be known for not treating my vessels well!" the thing concluded. She could almost see the dumb, arrogant smile it undoubtedly would have put on if it was real.

"Okay Zyx of whatever of wherever.... what do you want?" she asked with a reserved sigh. She hated aristocrats. Especially if they were stuck inside her head.

"It is not the question of what I want. Our fate has been preordained since the dawn of time. You will come here, I will remake you into a suitable vessel and you will help me lead us to victory!"

"Great. Now would you mind finding someone else please? I'm really not in the mood." she said, noticing how her ears twitched and stretched. Undoubtedly, fur was creeping up onto her face for real now.

"Oh no. You are perfect. So strong, smart and wilful. You will be mine. My advisor, my helper, my servant..."

"How about I kick your ass, instead?" Amy replied angrily.

The thing cackled again in its annoying, nasal way that increasingly grinded on her nerves.

"Your jokes are amusing. But you may as well try later." It grinned. Or at least she figured it did.

"But before you do, let me show you what there is to be gained if you submit...."

She rose a brow as the tingling in her crotch suddenly intensified and grew into a rather familiar heat. A profound wetness that tugged at her mind and betrayed an intense, unyielding horniness. Fur had delved into her nether regions by now and was busy swallowing her thighs as well, undoubtedly playing an integral part in what she was feeling right now.

"You think making me horny is going to not make me kick your ass later?" she told it quite frankly. Still, she couldn't help to gently bite her lip as she did. She had to admit, no matter what it was doing, it felt pretty damn good, stirring her insides in some exotic way that made her want to touch herself, feel her new furriness and her new, tense, attractively muscled masculinity as well.

"Just enjoy it while you can, mortal." the thing said plainly.

So this was what Rick was talking about earlier, she thought, as her paws almost involuntarily roamed along her furry sides. Her strong, firm sides, that felt so soft, yet so powerful as well. A groan escaped her lips when her slit seemed to pulse for lack of a better word, seemed to beg for her attention in ways she had only experienced a few times in her entire life. Maybe never, she thought, as she could only barely keep herself from touching it.

"Aww damn...." she whispered and sent an almost pleading look into Rick's direction.

Apparently, he had gotten a similar response from his little 'guest': he had rolled onto his side and greedily groped his ass and hips that were busy rounding themselves into a perfect feminine shape, draped in luscious blue-white fur. Rick seemed to have realized that as well and was masturbating rather furiously to what was happening to him. Or her, she was almost tempted to accept given how his moans pitched higher and higher into femininity the more he gave attention to his meat, his swaying tits and his bulging ass.

"Wonderful, my husband has been turned into my wife", she muttered as she watched him enjoying himself and his new parts.

"My wife more exactly...." the thing added.

She groaned angrily, but couldn't really bring herself to retaliate. Watching her husband turned wife so sensually shaking his bottom and prying at his furry skin, excited her almost madly for some reason and she couldn't help but feel that one of her paws stole itself to her crotch.

The rough-paw-pads on its underside brushed against her clit harshly, scraped and hurt, yet the stimulation was astounding, almost hypnotic in its intensity. She moaned loudly, a low rumble that made her immediately think about a bear of a man she had taken to bed once, years ago. Okay, she had to shoot him at some point, because he was actually a royal agent hired to kill her, but those large, strong arms she had lain in, that furry, manly chest and how he had taken her, made for a rather compelling image in her mind.

Especially given she didn't have to shoot anyone this time, she thought and sighed slightly as one of her monstrous fingers parted her walls, giving way to a profound tension inside her sexual organ. In fact, her index finger alone was large enough to fill her rather snugly, almost like a rough, furry and decidedly pointy dick. It was certainly doing its best not to hurt her with its keratinous claw, yet it grinded on her walls painfully nonetheless as it was driven into an enjoyable rhythm by her rebellious mind.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as she realized just how good it felt.

Even worse, she really didn't want it to stop.

Meanwhile, her backside started to itch which made her realize that the area where it did wasn't supposed to exist: her spine had stretched out, was already as large as her old hand had been and was still busy extending downwards while it dressed itself in a layer of shaggy fur. She brought her other hand down to it, felt it snake and grow between her paw-fingers as she tried to scratch her new tail.

"Feels good doesn't it?", the thing inside her commented.

"Shut up!" She grit her teeth and looked over to Rick. He didn't have a new appendage himself yet, but the hand at his crotch was now clearly not grasping anything anymore. Instead it was rather obviously rubbing at something underneath.

"Don't tell me you have a pussy, Rick?" she asked almost pleadingly. She actually intended to mock him, but the thought of Rick as a beautiful dog-girl with a slick pussy waiting between his round, furry thighs somehow made that impossible.

Rick didn't seem to mind. "I....I think so...." he moaned, his voice definitely female now, resounding with a delicate harmlessness that made her think of a petite, caring girl. He had sat up at this point, his paw buried deeply inbetween his legs while his other squeezed one of his nipples harshly.

"Man. You never told me...that it feels so damn GOOD!" He arched his back in sudden bliss and she could see how fur was travelling upwards on his neck in a quick jolt. Was crawling into his scalp and under his hair. He had always sported a short, brown, ever-unkempt hairdo whose shape he tended to ignore until she told him to get a haircut. It was now changing into a shiny violet-purple as it lengthened, softened and grew rather rapidly until he was the proud owner of long, beautiful locks that rained down over his shoulders and onto his back. With his new feminine mane hiding the last parts of remaining maleness on his face, she couldn't help but see anything more than a beautiful woman where her husband had once been.

Her own walls roiled in response. Flickered and almost suckled at her paw-finger in one greedy spasm. Great, not only do I find myself hot, but now I'm gay as well, she thought, as she watched Rick tend to his tits once more and fur continued to seep onto his legs. Yet, somehow, she couldn't really feel too bad about it and commented the sight with a low moan.

Something else commented as well and a motion startled her for a second before she realized that it was her new appendage that was wagging rather excitedly at what she saw.

She had a cat once, whose tail she had liked to pet. But this, this thing, was something else entirely: at least as long as her arm, shaggy, lush and coloured in the same triad that her whole body was drenched in by now. It seemed tug at her whole frame as it flung around excitedly.

She caught it and let a paw roam along the unknown extension curiously. It felt like somebody was petting her, slowly and tenderly, with a sensation that ran pleasurable goosebumps along her neck which made her suddenly understand why her cat had never ceased to purr in those instances.

And she liked it. So much, in fact, that her walls reacted as well. Spasmed again. Harder this time. Her finger was actually hurt by the intensity of it and a low growl escaped her lips as she pulled it slowly from her passage.

The thing wasn't just spasming, she realized, as a jolt of pleasure surged through her from yet another convulsion. It was closing up and the more it did, the more her clit came into focus; Begged and yearned to be touched and she found that she was already rubbing it quite fiercely before she even realized.

"hrrrgggrrrrr......." she blurted, mumbled incoherently, as she felt the thing pulse with unknown pressure that saw it tenting upwards beyond its confines.

It was still just a nub but suddenly such a large and sensitive nub. A thing that was expanding with a visceral hardness, growing in radius until it was the size of a button. At the same time, it was reaching out upwards as well, and her thumb was suddenly rubbing what felt like a nipple, yet so much harder and so much fuller. As if somebody had mixed all the sensitivity of her breasts and all the sensitivity of her pussy, concentrated it and squeezed the whole thing inside a tiny, fleshy bulb right across her ever-shrinking entrance.

"....grrr.....cock....." she moaned, growled audibly, but her head just sank back into her neck, awash in ecstasy.

She almost couldn't recognize how her paw wasn't just holding a nipple anymore, but a small finger instead whose digits were concentrated rings of pleasure. She felt her paw wrap itself around, felt the harsh pads sliding up and down on its length, giving rise to an even more profound tension inside. And as if she knew, her labia felt displaced and she could actually feel their flesh balloon out against her thighs, somehow wrapping itself up and covering itself in fur.

"Fuuuuugrrrr...!" she cursed and she thought she could hear Rick calling out in joy just like her.

That made her realize that she still needed to actually do something about the whole situation. With visible effort to deny the sexual bliss that occupied her mind, she managed to take a look at her husband.

His face. It was stretching out. Filling with new teeth and a cute, blue dog-nose.

"Rrrrrrrick!" she yelled between strained breaths. "Firrrrght that bitch....!"

He looked back at her, his gaze clouded by the same lust she was almost drowning in when his eyes suddenly flickered and changed colour. The hazel orbs she loved so much rapidly brightened into a foreign azure. But it was still him under all that fur and he nodded clearly until another sharp thrust of bliss made him close his eyes again and his tongue falling out of a mouth that looked more and more like a muzzle.

That was the point she realized that the cock between her legs was now as large as a hand. It throbbed eagerly as her clit brightened into a fiery-red and its head stretched to become less and less rounded. Meanwhile, her labia had drawn upwards, had clawed its way over her slit and enlarged itself to reach her new manhood in the making.

"I actually never had a woman as my vessel, you know?" the thing inside of her started to say. "My wife, however, had a few boys in her time. She said, it was extraordinarily pleasurable for them. I assume it's the same with you?"

"Fugggggggrrrrrrr YOU!" She lashed out, but couldn't deny that what happened to her was by far the most sexually arousing thing she had ever experienced in her life. Even more so, as a final painful spasm of her pussy led to an almost infinite release of dopamine as two spheres started to descend from her orifice in two thunderstrikes of burning sexual pleasure that eradicated her pussy from existence and replaced it with two heavy balls, enclosed inside a taut, furry nutsack.

"GRRRRR!" she growled, as even more tension welled up in her clit as it tapered out at the top and stretched at the base to form two, hard and fleshy, spheres. She breathed heavily, her tongue somehow too long for her mouth anymore. "SHHIIIIGRR!" It extended and she could feel fur seep onto her cheeks. She bit her lip, yet found that she drew a bit of blood, given her teeth were sharpening rapidly as well.

"And now, for the final touch...." Zyx commented from the sidelines. Oh how she would beat that fucking bourgeois spirit to hell and back when she got out of this.

Her clit stretched for a final time and a sudden shiver heralded the formation of an opening at its top that quickly burrowed downwards to form a tube to her new testes. She could actually feel the thing in her hand for what it was now. A large, canine cock. Her large canine cock, that was pulsing and throbbing madly from her own paw that was squeezing and sliding away on its solid, veiny form.

The whole situation was surreal and she glanced over at Rick for a last time, hoping so desperately for him to be okay. Yet what was lying in his stead was a cute girl. Canine in appearance with a dainty snout on her head, her paws buried in her crotch and yipping loudly as a fluffy tail exploded from her backside.

"GRRRR! WOO!" she shouted, realizing with some horror that she couldn't form words anymore. Her jaws were tapering out, feeling almost fluid on her face as they lengthened visibly into her field of view.

Her cock spasmed harshly in return. A powerful sensation that flooded her mind and her crotch with wetness. A strange pump at work whose mechanism she did not understand nor care about except that she could actually feel the fluid being drawn into it with hypnotizing bliss. Her mouth gaped, opened. Farther than it had ever done, as her nose travelled somewhere where it wasn't supposed to be. And in that very instant, there was only the sensation of the impossible tension inside of her giving way to what was nothing but a tsunami of ecstasy.

***

She fell into whiteness. Her body was silent. A stark contrast to what she had felt just a moment ago. Instead, she was just standing there. In the midst of emptiness. On an empty, featureless plain of white that extended into nothingness as far as she could see. She was back to normal, clad in the usual gear she wore. Alone in infinity. "Oh fuck." she said out aloud, mostly because she had just remembered exactly how she had felt just a moment ago.

"This was but a taste of what you are granted, my vessel." An all-too familiar voice told her. It was somehow coming from all directions at once. "Now it is time for you to submit."

She reflexively whirled around and stared into eyes as large as herself. Monstrous rubies cast in fire and burning like a furnace. In front of her stood the same wolf-spirit she had encountered before, just about ten times larger than her and looking down at her with a rather voracious expression painted on its muzzle. It opened its maw and massive spectral teeth slowly closed in on her.

She put her hands on her hips. "How about 'no'?"

Zyx growled. "Then I will make you!" A quick feral motion saw its massive jaws snap down onto her like a gigantic bear-trap.

She was regarding Zyx almost with pity from about fifty meters away as he cocked his head and realized that he hadn't just gotten a free meal. "You are really stupid you know that?"

"Such INSOLENCE!" It growled and pounced her, only to find the spot empty as he landed.

"No more games! Submit and be my vessel!" Its voice trembled with animalistic rage.

"Y'know, I actually wasn't lying in that I'm gonna kick your ass." Amy told him with a smile. She was looking down onto him now, her size approximately in the same relation as a human would be to a dog.

"How?!" The wolf growled.

"See, that's why you are stupid."

Zyx' eyes flickered with anger and he made a jump for her throat. It was met by her boot that perfectly landed on his ribs and sent him flying over to the side with a long, painful whine.

"Do you really expect us to not be trained against mind-control? You think you are the only one who tries that in the 'verse? My mind is my turf!"

The wolf had recovered; had risen to his legs. It bared its teeth angrily. "Submit, mortal!"

"Awwww, how cute" Amy quipped. "But, you see, I was kind of hoping for a little bit more of a challenge", she concluded and a colossal hand quickly snatched up the wolf by his neckfur. He was maybe as large as a puppy now, his form desperately squirming against her grip, yipping and growling angrily as it did.

"You are a bad dog!" she told him gleefully and shook him, leaving the spirit to painfully whine in response.

"Now, you really want to tell me that you'll get us back to normal and leave us both. And preferably give us some of your priceless artefacts while you are at it."

"You cannot. You must submit!"

She shook him again. This time with a blatant grin on her face.

"No!....You cannot..."

She shook again.

"Grrr....wooo.....wnnnnnnnnn.....wa......wa.......wait........."

"Yes?" Amy asked expectantly.

"I......I.....submit......" the spirit said, its ears and paws drooping in embarrassment.

"See? That wasn't too hard! Now who's a good boy?" she mocked and got a defiant growl in return. "Now, you wanted to tell me how to get me back to normal?"

"It can't be done."

"Oh?" Amy asked curiously and let her arm swing just so slightly.

"Stop! I'm telling the truth! I cannot reverse this!"

"Look, I'm not going to be a dog-dude from now on."

"You've already been sanctified. The symbolic whiteness here is proof of that alone." Zyx told her bitterly.

"Oh shut up. It's not all day I get to shoot a load of cum somewhere!" She licked her lips. "Now my patience is kinda strained y'know...."

"No! Please!", Zyx begged. "The vessels are freed when the prophecy is fulfilled. I cannot reverse the change when it has begun."

"So, you are a godlike spirit that turns people into dogs and you don't know a way how to reverse this outside of some stupid prophecy?"

"It's not that I don't know! This is the way of the world. The cycle. The fate that...."

"Oh man, so you really don't know" Amy interrupted with an annoyed sigh. "...Just my luck...." she went on to say, when she felt something. Faint, like a sort of distant machine humming darkly inside her ears. Only it wasn't a machine, but a body. Her body, out there in the real world still frozen inside a moment of pure bliss and foreign sensations. Yet it seemed to unwind, to choke slightly as if somebody put in the wrong kind of gas in a car engine.

"Mortal! You need to go back!" the wolf suddenly hissed. "This space is decaying and if you don't lead our body, it will fail and kill us both!"

"Great, so I have even more luck!" Amy exclaimed sarcastically. "Okay Zyx of whatever or wherever..."

"It's the first of many, the alpha..."

She shook the wolf slightly, who whined in surprised pain.

"Oh sorry! It seems my hand flinched!" Amy told him with annoyance. "So, Zyx, what will you do if I'm not here to beat you up? I would prefer if I didn't have to kick your ass twenty more times until you realize that trying to control me is a bad idea."

"I... I won't." The wolf craned his neck. "You have my word as the first of many!"

"Hmmmm...good enough, I guess." She shrugged and put the wolf down onto the ground who stretched his neck in relief a few times.

"Thank you." It bowed slightly, with its head touching the ground for a second. "My word is promise, as I am."

She scratched her neck. "Errr great!" Her brows furrowed. "There is one other thing, though", she told him with a harsh gaze. "If your wife does anything, and I mean anything, to my husband I'm gonna use you as my own personal imaginary punching bag!"

The wolf nodded diffidently.

"Now, be nice!"

***

She gagged and a large lump of saliva was being pushed forward into her snout. Right, her snout. It clicked into its final shape right in front of her. An alien extension of her face that dominated her field of view like a mask. Yet her twitching nose at its end made it impossible to deny it as anything else than her own flesh. As was the dick on her crotch that spasmed harshly in the same second, still busy pumping out remnants of cum.

"Grrrr!" she said and shook her head, tried to at once acknowledge the pleasure from her new organ, understand her new body and to get rid of a strange dizziness in her head at the same time.

Yet her cock made short work of that, as another spurt made her hip jerk forward and her paw push down forcefully onto the strong, pulsing flesh between her legs. She leaned forward in response, steadying herself with her other hand, while her tongue slid out of her new muzzle all of its own and she started to pant heavily.

"Hrrrrr....." she said, a sound that should have been a moan distorted into a purr by her canine throat. She saw hairs raining down from her head. Obviously, she wasn't supposed to keep a long black ponytail as a wolf anymore. As were her human feet, she realized dimly, as she had trouble keeping her toes on the ground. She felt them lengthen and grow in size behind her, her toenails suddenly digging into the stone slabs beneath as they became part of large canine paws. A spurt of cum landed on the back of her hand in response. She had to admit, the mixture of the strange transformation and the orgasm was amazing.

"....rrrrrrr...." She panted in pleasure and noticed that she still felt dizzy, almost clouded.

She was tired, wasn't she?

She tried to shake her head again in a bid to stay awake and was surprised to feel her ears twitch in an effort to answer. Apparently they had migrated to the top of her head, making the last adjustments to her new form. Her cock convulsed for a last time with vivid force to squeeze out a final drop of seed that also saw a sudden bout of exertion descend upon her.

Like somebody had hit her with a hammer, her eyes were almost forcefully falling shut and she had to make a conscious effort to not succumb to the sudden heaviness of her limbs and the sudden sluggishness of her mind.

"GRRRR!" she managed to growl angrily at the spirit inside of her.

"Sleep my vessel." Zyx said calmly.

She felt the strength fading from her arm and she collapsed onto the ground. Her last gaze fell on Rick, who was already dead asleep next to her.

"Don't worry. I will treat you well." the spirit said darkly.

Oh, how she hated aristocrats.

***

She opened her eyes the second she had realized she was awake again. And she almost cursed, when she saw that a muzzle was still protruding from her head and she was greeted with an arrogant, nasal and disturbingly familiar "Hello again, mortal" from inside her.

"I'm SO gonna kick your ass for that" she said, blinking a few times as she adjusted to the facts that she spoke despite that she shouldn't be able to speak, like her words had decided to just replace her growls and yips somehow, smelled things she shouldn't be able to smell, like a distinct aroma of semen that emanated from her crotch, and feel things she wasn't supposed to feel, like her ears that twitched in confusion almost on their own.

"I did not betray you. I'm the promise and the promise is me", the spirit inside her said reproachfully. She could almost see his canine snout wrinkle in disapproval that she could even think something like that. Obviously, because she felt how her own did just as she heard his annoying voice again.

"Fuck", she mumbled and realized for the first time that she was lying on her back. She was resting on what seemed to be a rather large collection of furs draped over a simple bed made of polished stone. Rick, or rather the dog-girl that Rick had turned into, was lying next to her still fast asleep.

"Where are we?" she asked the spirit, gazing around inside a spacious, brightly lit chamber, that held a small collection of stonework furniture, bright trinkets and furs on the walls as well as a shelf full to the brim with scrolls and books.

"You are in my quarters. My people have brought you here." Zyx said. "And they at least replaced the furs this time", he added with a tinge of disdain in his voice.

"I really don't care about your sense of interior design", Amy replied and slid from the bedframe.

It was weird to balance on her paws, to feel her oversized, puffy toes on the ground and her strange ankle that was straining slightly backwards. She shifted around curiously as her large claws gripped the stone underneath with irritating harshness.

"Not too shabby at least." Amy commented as she noticed a polished marble desk next to the shelf and a large golden disk that towered freely above a large nightstand made from what looked like obsidian and jade. Large, person-high windows drenched the whole room in bright, warm daylight. She could see the pyramid they had arrived in, in the distance. A large, stepped construct that was towering over a lush tropical forest. The picture made her think of that week she and Rick had spent on Bali, for once not having to escape giant monsters from beyond for something. It was a nice vacation for a change. At least till those terrorists showed up....

"It's suitable", Zyx said lightly as Amy went to inspect the room and found herself drawn to the golden disk on the wall.

She could see something in its polished surface. A reflection. It was hers. Or actually that of the wolf she resembled. It was kind of startling to see her new body in such clarity. Her eyes were undeniably lupine by now, with a yellow tinge she could even make out inside the golden surface.

Her snout was edgy, pointed and certainly impressive with a weird masculine aura that she would have never thought a wolf could have. Her head was entirely covered in fur, not a trace of anything that resembled her human hairdo was left. She had to admit, she did look kinda cool, like a mix of wolf and Jason Statham.

"So, there's still the issue of getting us back to normal", she said sourly even while she probed her triangular ears with curiousity.

"There is the prophecy. If it concludes, you'll be freed."

"Then indulge me" she replied with annoyance while she had decided to give her body a good look as well. It was muscled, athletic, manly and blessed with a thick canine cock hiding beneath what she guessed was the canine version of foreskin.

"We are the saviour of my people." Zyx continued. "Destined to bring peace and save this planet."

"Aha", Amy nodded. She didn't really listen and instead started to probe the fleshy tube inquisitively with her paw.

Zyx wrinkled his imaginary nose again, but it wasn't of disapproval at what she was doing but in a sort of theatrical, pompous way aimed at his own story. She decided that her decision not too care too much had been a good one. "You see, my people are in need. Long ago we were two people on this planet. Us, the Yxcamatl and our brothers the Zymatlca. It was at the beginning of time - when dawn and dusk were still one and life was an endless cycle of day, of prosperity, happiness and growth. I led the Yx......"

She could actually feel her dick throbbing in return and a light hardness spread inside her sheath. It felt divinely and a fang protruded from her muzzle hungrily as she noticed how her fleshy cock-tip emerged from its furry enclosure with a pleasurable push.

"....leader was Mox. A glorious strategist and kind king, slayer of many Ixa and bringer of peace and glory to both our races. But over the millennia...." Zyx hesitated a bit, seemingly deep in thought while Amy licked over her muzzle and her canine tool slid out even farther. "....he changed, became oppressive and cruel. But never did I think that....."

Never did she think she would have a cock and actually liked having one. But the large fleshy pole that was sliding out of her sheath, growing thicker and harder with every gentle massage of her finger disabused her of that notion.

"....they declared war! It was a terrible. And we...we couldn't drive them back. They, our brothers, wanted to destroy us!" Zyx paused again. This time for dramatic effect.

Meanwhile, her dick grew and grew as her paw wandered upwards and wrapped itself around the thickening flesh with an almost hypnotic need.

"...But there was a way! Shrouded in mystery. In dark arts and forbidden rituals. But it was our salvation. How could we not use it?"

She could feel her knot swell against her paw-pads with pleasurable tension. Its bulbous flesh felt so taut and sensitive. Her grip tightened slowly.

".....sealed in for aeons they waited and planned their revenge. Their form had changed, their spirits corrupted and not even fifty moons ago, they came back. Seeped out of portals like a wildfire!"

Her paw-pads teased the large, solid rod expertly and she couldn't help but let a slight moan escape her throat.

"Their corruption has spread over our domain like cancer. My people tried to fight back, but couldn't win! Their cities and temples burned and their acres drowned under lakes of blood. But even I could not intervene! I grew weaker and weaker by the day through their foul magic.... and the only chance was to invoke the prophecy....."

With a diffuse hotness in her cheeks she ran her hand up to its very tip, before she forced herself to stop, leaving her to just stare at the pulsing flesh between her legs that begged for evermore attention. She had to admit, having a cock wasn't really the worst fate she could think of. Still, it was one thing to enjoy it and quite another to overdo it.

"....the words of Inixus, where I'll come back in mortal form to 'drown the demons in their own greed and restore the safety of the Yx'. Save my people. And what I found....was you!"

"Yeah, that's all very interesting", Amy commented and stretched her lupine body sensually, the muscles in her thighs tugging at her engorged pole slightly. Her gaze fell back to the sleeping dog-girl. She was exceptionally fluffy, even for dog-standards and her tail bent upwards over her white and blue bottom, giving a somewhat clear view of a black vagina behind it.

"Why her?", she asked.

"She is my wife, Vyx, My star in the night. The complement of dusk, the everlasting...."

"Yeah you don't need to go into all detail"

Zyx harrumphed. "Without her, the prophecy cannot be fulfilled."

Amy shrugged. "Okay. But why a husky?"

"Well..." Zyx began thoughtfully. "....just look at her!"

The girl had stirred in her sleep, exposing one of her tits that was overflowing with blue-white-purple fluffiness and a distinct feminine roundness that immediately saw her mind picturing her own paw on it. As did her whole body whose pear-shaped rear, slim waist and dainty limbs added even more layers to that thought. Especially together with the tempting pussy that lay in enticing seclusion between her legs.

Her snout rested on the bed in serene calm, a few of her locks swirling across her muzzle in a picture of romantic beauty and feminine fragility. Not only did her maleness throb at the sight but it also evoked a decisive affection and protectiveness, as if such a petite, furry creature couldn't possibly defend herself.

"I can see what you mean..."

She felt the gaze of the spirit linger as it continued thoughtfully.

"You know she's a bit like a little girl. So innocent, happy and always so excited about things. I... couldn't help but want to protect her. You know, such that she doesn't get herself in trouble?"

"That is why I married him as well."

Both of them watched the sleeping husky silently for a moment.

"You must save them" Zyx said abruptly, with a strange leaderly grandeur she had never expected he could actually display. "You must protect her. You must save my people. You must fulfil the prophecy!"

"I can't." Amy replied matter-of-factly. "Listen up, we aren't here for politics. We are just explorers here to chart the multiverse and get paid by doing so and maybe end up somewhere nice without having to pay everything we earn for damage control again. This isn't our fight."

"You cannot just leave my people to die!"

Amy shrugged. "I can. Alternatively, you can just leave me and take someone else."

"I told you, this is not possible mortal!" the entity growled.

"Not really my problem." Amy retorted with a smile.

"I won't let you! You'll stay a dog forever! You have to fulfil...."

"...because next door or the doors before weren't inhabited by dozens of magi and shamans who are so very eager to banish evil, body-stealing spirits into the void and return us to normal?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I would!"

"You would not, mortal!"

"Yes, I would!"

Zyx hissed with bloated aristocratic anger. "You are more unruly than my wife!"

"And you are more unnerving than my husband!" She imitated his voice "Look at me! I'm Zyx! I'm so full of myself and I can't ever deal with someone who kicks my ass! Because I'm so important"

"Such insolence! And what about you? 'Look at me! I'm a mortal, so thuggish that I cannot submit even if I doom an entire race! Moreover, I just cannot accept that I do cherish the canine PENIS between my legs!'"

"I don't!"

"Yes, you do!"

"I do not!"

"You do, mortal!"

"I DO NOT!"

"uhhhh........." something moaned faintly in the background. It was the dog-girl who stirred underneath her sheets.

"What.....what happened?" she said as she sat up and started to look around the room in confusion.

"Curses! You woke her!" Zyx said angrily.

"No, you did!" Amy snarled back yet made an effort to lower her voice, "Now shut up or I'm gonna kick your spectral ass again!"

"Amy, is....is that you?" the girl asked, her huge eyelids blinking at her curiously.

"Rick?" she asked. The girl nodded faintly. "Thank god, you are alright!"

"I am. Apart from being turned into a dog-girl..." he continued and looked down at his body. "...and a rather sexy one at that...." he added as his hand went to inspect his new assets, slowly ran down his sides and probed his breasts.

"Have you taken care of your spirit?"

Zyx growled in the back of her mind. "My wife may be weaker than I but she will not yield so easily mortal!"

"You mean Vyx?" he asked almost dreamily while investigating his locks and muzzle. "She is actually kind of nice, and so cute and happy and...."

"Rick you are still aware that you are talking about an evil spirit that tried to take over your body, right?"

"But she's so.....cute! And she's jumping around so happily and tells me how happy she is and I throw a ball and she's chasing after it like that dog I once had?" Rick continued almost frantically before stopping abruptly, smiling and exclaiming in an unbelievably girly fashion "Awww! That's such a good girl! Who's a good girl? Yes, YOU are a good girl!"

Zyx sighed reservedly. "At least she's fine..."

Rick's azure gaze returned to her. "She wouldn't do anything to me, Amy!"

"Except turning you into a girl with a rather bad case of dog?"

"It's not so bad!" Rick said, flicking his hair behind his ears in a decidedly feminine motion. "I mean what's wrong with being cute for a change?" He nodded towards her. "Also you can't tell me that you don't like it either, judging from that boner of yours!"

"That's something totally different!" She felt herself blush under her fur. "It's just..... errr.... morning wood!"

"Accept you like it, mortal, and help us!"

Her nose wrinkled. "Look Rick, we need to get this reversed. They want us to fulfil some crazy prophecy again. And you know what happened the last three times, right? I can do without spending time in a division cell for breaking consistency. Again."

"What do you mean do me a favour?" Rick asked suddenly, before a deep, sensual breath escaped his muzzle.

Amy cocked her head. "Rick?"

"OH! That's such a good idea! Thanks Vyx!" he exclaimed happily with an even bigger smile painted across his muzzle.

His gaze fell back on Amy. However, his eyes had turned strangely predatory with his canines lying among his blackened lips in a rather mischievous way.

"You know you actually look kinda hot as a wolf...."

She stared back at him. "Rick, you did not just tell me that you want to have sex now, right?"

"Well, since you ask, I kinda would like to try." He shifted on the bedside, and arched his back slightly such that his six-breasted front pointed directly at her. "I mean, I'm a woman and you are a man now, so it's kinda expected of us. The second law of gender bending is a trope, right?"

His grin got even broader. "And on top, I like your dick this time. A lot." He fluttered his eyelashes at her, their lengthy feminine shapes almost beckoning her to follow his advice. She would have never expected that Rick of all people would do that and even less that it would actually look kinda hot as well.

"Rick, you are *WAY* too okay with all of this!"

"Come on, aren't you just a little bit curious?" Rick purred and sent his tail to wag sensually on his ass.

"That's it Rick, we are going to get this reversed and you...." She started angrily when her nose wrinkled again. This time because of a distinct smell that seemed to invade her nostrils. It was faint but also very powerful, almost tempting, rousing her mind with a strange fragrance made of wet dirt, flowers, fresh sweat and crisp, overwhelming femininity.

It made her think of good things, of being hugged and petted but was also permeated by an insatiable lust that made her eyes water. It was mesmerizing. She opened her muzzle slightly in response as her nostrils blared greedily.

"What's....what's that smell?"

Zyx made another reserved sound. "You asked why her. That is also a reason."

Rick opened his legs seductively. The pussy beneath glistened slightly and another whiff immediately stung in her muzzle. "I think I'm in heat now."

She couldn't really think past his opened thighs now. It seemed his whole body had turned a hundredfold sexier just by that very smell. "Damn you Rick!" she muttered with her teeth clenched and her dick suddenly twitching rather ecstatically at the prospect of sex.

"Oh come on! This will be fun!" he started with a grin. "Just think of it: just you and me, two cute doggos in love?" There was that look again, so temptatious, cute and lovable.

"Damn you Rick!" She felt her reluctance evaporate as her body was involuntarily drawn back to the bedside where Rick was already waiting for her. "When this is over we are going to have a stern relationship talk!"

He kneeled just in front of her now. "Shut up and kiss me!"

"We are dogs, how would we even....?"

His paws reached up to her, grabbed her furry head and drew it down to his own. She felt a strand of purple locks tickling her nose as he opened his muzzle and his tongue lapped at her face. It strode over her nose and the whiskers she only now realized she had. Her muzzle opened reflexively and she felt his tongue pull at her black lips eagerly as it dove in, washed over her teeth and gave a playful lick to her own tongue beneath. It left traces of his scent wherever it went.

It almost drove her mad and her own tongue darted out in response, wrestled and tangled with Rick's between them. She could feel it touching his nose and muzzle as well in a weirdly sensual exploration of his canine features. Eventually, their noses touched and their muzzles rubbed along each other gently as their tongues teased the other's face for their entire length. Meanwhile her hands had shot to his body, gently holding him place as they explored his silky waist and squeezed his temptatious thighs.

"I think I'm going to leave you to enjoy this, mortal!" Zyx said with jealously reverberating in his voice. "Maybe it will help you appreciate the gift you have been given."

A low growl wanted to escape her throat, yet what came out was just an ecstatic mewl as she took a final lap at Rick's face that saw her tongue travelling all across his cute cheek.

"Hey, that tickles!", he giggled in an unbelievable display of girlishness. His whole demeanour evoked even more carnal lust in her and she saw herself climbing up on the bedside until she towered over him. Beneath her, he looked even smaller with his petite, female frame. Yet he was more than enough for her and she regarded him with a lupine grin, before one of her claws trailed a line over his sextet of breasts.

"This is all your fault, Rick" she said with a low, mischievous rumble. "But I'm so going to enjoy it." she concluded and brought her muzzle down to his largest pair. They were soft. So unbelievably soft, like pillows filled with thousands of feathers, yet resistant enough for her to know their substance by heart. Her tongue reached out to a nipple lying in a sea of white, aggressively teasing and coaxing the stiff blue flesh of his areola.

"Ohhh yeah, that feels...good" Rick moaned and laid his head back in pleasure, while her caresses extended to his whole front. One of her paws ran down at his side, over his lowest pairs and went to gently squeeze the white and purple furry forms before it trailed past and made its way to her dick.

She could already feel that she was getting wet. It felt so different from when she had a pussy: the liquid was somehow just there in her urethra and a light throb of her tool seemed to push it out almost casually, lubricating her length with a thick, transparent ooze. It soon found its way onto her paw as it felt around on her knot and wandered upwards rapidly to its pointed tip and back again.

Another gentle lick and Rick was taking slow, excited breaths already. "Yeah....that feels really good", he said, his voice interrupted by the occasional gasp. She felt his paws trailing across her head; grasping and petting her tufted ears with dainty paw-fingers whose pads almost felt like velvet in a stark contrast to her own. His hands went further, around her heavy shoulders and down her muscled sides, small feathers gently touching leather, before they rested on her back, pawing and clutching strands of her bristled, shaggy fur. It made her realize again how different they had become.

Amy did her best to continue to tease him while her hand enjoyed rubbing her thick flesh in movements she had never dared to think she'd do. And just when she felt a rather big blob of pre escape her dick, Rick gave her a daring, lusty glance and she felt one of his paws between her legs, gently clutching her own. "I want to taste it", he said with a mocking smile, that was so typically Rick she could have laughed.

"And I'm so going to taste you!" she said and clambered over, both of them suddenly sideways, staring at each other's crotch. In front of her lay her prize: his pussy, a tempting, circular thing enclosed within blue and purple. It looked strange with its three small lappets, seemingly cut in the middle where only a deep, dank "T" betrayed what it was.

"I think I never saw a canine pussy before", she said as she brought her head down and her nostrils immediately filled with his beautiful scent.

"And...I don't think I ever saw a canine penis." Rick said and she suddenly felt his nose leaving cold wet dots on it.

"Ohhhh Rick" she purred when he opened his muzzle and nibbled just lightly at her knot.

Rick giggled and brought forth his tongue, started to gently lap at her flesh with slow teasing motions that saw her manhood become even tenser; The rough length of his tongue, touching, squirming and rubbing seemed to harden her whole crotch.

"Keep going." she said in need.

"I don't intent to stop...", Rick replied seductively and wrapped his tongue around her penis for a select moment of bliss.

She growled and went down into his crotch. His smell was ripping at her mind. Especially when her nose delved between his legs, into the midst of the hypnotizing stink. She pushed her muzzle into him almost ferally, felt its rough tissue touch the strange entrance, its almost leathery constitution before her tongue left her mouth and vanished inside. Rick almost immediately tensed up and interrupted one of his aggressive licks on her manhood.

"Holy...." she could hear him mumble with that feminine voice of his.

She opened her muzzle again and went deeper - felt the tight, alien embrace of the female organ of a dog clenching down onto her tongue somewhere beneath his fur. Somewhere warm and tasty. So tasty. More of her scent lingered on her tongue now, not a scent anymore but a thick-watery taste that pushed all the buttons her lust-addled mind needed. She growled, her paws almost greedily squeezing together his butt as she started to eat him out with reckless abandon.

In turn, Rick moaned loudly and all of a sudden, her dick was squeezed all around, tickled

in an impossible stranglehold, enveloped within warmth and teased by sharp, animalistic teeth.

Her tip was pressed against a damp, corrugated fleshy inside that made the muscles in her whole crotch twitch in ecstasy. Rick had swallowed her dick whole and was using his new muzzle to the best of his ability to let it slide into his cheeks and roam across his tongue.

Amy growled again and felt her tool spasming, more wetness seeping out of her new organ while bliss wavered up and down inside her like a small pendulum whose swings was her own blood rising and falling inside her organ. Rick's paws played with her sack, squeezed her orbs that twitched and sometimes even hurt from his dainty claws. She could kinda imagine how it felt to be kicked in the nuts now, yet Rick knew how to squeeze exactly so much that there was no real pain, just slow teases that saw her tongue and nose trying to fit even deeper into his female crevice.

"FUCK YEAH!" Amy shouted as an ecstatic slurp of her manhood saw a small drop of real cum escape her dick with a pleasurable shiver.

"Fuck....." Rick said in surprise as he drew back and gently licked over his muzzle. "I'm drinking your cum......that is so fucking hot...." he added dreamily.

"Rrrrrick...." Amy grunted. "I'm SO going to fuck you now!"

"Ohhhhh yeah....." Rick mumbled as Amy turned him over, raised his furry ass in the air and pushed his muzzle down onto the bed.

Her paws clutched his ass aggressively. The drive to release the pent-up tension that was riveting inside her dick was maddening. She needed to put her dick inside of him. She wanted to put her dick inside of him. No matter if she shouldn't have a dick or not. No matter if they were dogs. What counted was the wetness, the pressure and the tempting curves on his body.

All of it sang to her in a choir of temptation. It was a little bit like Ulysses chained to the mast of his ship while he sailed past the swan-song of the sirens. Yet in her case, Ulysses was her mind and the ship that was her dick was on a direct crash-course with a rather enticing, T-shaped opening.

"Please....put it in....." Rick begged her and let his tail swing above his ass enticingly.

She moaned and rested her large canine dong on his ass. It reeked of his saliva and she slowly drove it along the soft, fuzzy fur on his asscheeks; Both to savour the strange feeling of burying her dick into fur as well as feeling fur on an actual dick as well. She sighed after a few strokes, laid the thing in her paw and lined it up.

"Rrrready?" she growled, doing her utmost to keep herself from simply plunging in.

"Do it, please! Fuck me!" Rick begged again.

And with that she let the tip of her cock touch the crevice between his legs and gently slid in.

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Not only was the grip much tighter than what his tongue had provided just a moment past, but her tool was also bend slightly, pushed up then downwards and his three labia tickled the sides of her tool pleasurably. It was wet as well, slick with female juice, in an amount that she had never thought possible nor would have ever thought could be so undeniably exciting for her.

Worse, the smell of his heat and the utter need to fuck him had increased yet again in another insane flush of glorious madness; There was only one way this all could end now and she felt herself dive inside of him as deep as she could; Bottoming out only when her knot ceased entrance.

Rick cried out with audible bliss. "I.....I never.....thought......" he said amidst strained breaths. "....why....how....can....this....be...so....?"

She grinned toothily, pulled her tool out and dove right back again in a motion that came to her naturally.

"....GOOOOOOOD!!!!" Rick concluded in a drawn-out moan.

"Grrrr.....you are so...tight...." Amy said as she started to rhythmically pound his pussy. Her paws danced around on his fur ecstatically, grabbed his behind greedily and brought his hips into hers as hard as she could muster.

"No......." Rick gasped again. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle now, was lying on the bed, drooling onto the furs underneath. She grabbed his tail with her muzzle playfully and started to push him even harder; Penetrated his organ with bestial fury that made him yip periodically from the profound treatment he received.

"Yes!" Amy answered with euphoric glee.

"Nooooo....." he moaned in turn.

"Yeeeeeees!" Amy responded, when she suddenly pulled out and regarded him with a devilish glare.

With her strong arms, it took her only a bit of effort to flip him over with a few quick motions that left his body exposed beneath her, his legs open and her paws roaming across his tits greedily.

"No.....please....." Rick pleaded, his body begging and twitching for her to fill him again.

"Grrrrrrrrrr.....yes...." she snarled, as she spread his legs and brought her hip up aggressively.

It was all his fault, yes, but that was exactly why she loved him more than everything in this second and she would see that his new organs fluttered beneath her, while she would.... well, she would fill him up to the brim. THAT's what she would to.

"No!....what are you....?" Rick asked confusedly until she lowered herself onto his entrance and slid in again...

"YES....ohhhhh!" he just exclaimed as she let gravity do its course and let her tool sink in. Again and again. Her head went up to his and she started licking his snout, trailing over his head and his ears, while her paw held his sides firm in a tight, loving embrace.

"You are so strong Amy...." he whispered, as her body connected with his again.

Even for all that had happened, for their gender and species bent and for the strange need his smell evoked, somehow she felt that this was right. This was a display of love, of everything they knew torn up and remixed into incomprehension yet still so familiar and gentle as their mating had always been. The exploration of the unknown had been what brought them together and this was perhaps the most romantically unknown thing of them at all.

"Grrr....you are so soft...." she whispered back and immediately sunk in deeper.

"yes...." he said and she saw herself pounding inside of him with the same fervour as before. "Yes....." he repeated, more forcefully. "oooohhh...yes....yes....".

Her hips thrust even deeper and stronger into his bottom and she felt his legs, his wonderful feminine legs, wrap around her body. His supersized canine paws closed behind her rear as they coupled to steady himself and pull them both even closer into each other.

In return, she pushed down harder and harder until something gave way with a slurped "plop" that led Rick to whine audibly. His pussy had permitted her knot to sink into an orifice maybe half its size somehow. She felt his smooth, juicy flesh was stretched beyond belief both over her tool and inside of him, whose gaze had taken up a rather glassy tint. Meanwhile, her dick was massaged even harder inside of his pussy and the few movements she was permitted to do just hurt in a blissful intensity that squeezed her testes painfully and ecstatically at the same time.

"Oh Rick..." Amy whispered with a deep, growled sigh.

"OH AMY!" He exclaimed and pushed himself up - ever deeper into her embrace.

"Oh Rick..." she said as she continued to rut inside of him as best as she could.

"OH AMY!" he exclaimed again, now gasping for breath repeatedly, his paws digging into her back.

"Oh Rick!" Amy gasped, her tool growing as moist inside as his pussy already was.

"OH AMY!" he ventured to pant as his tail tensed up underneath and engaged in an euphoric, almost violent wag against her knees.

"Oh Rick!" she groaned, her rod a fiery, bulging entity that was just straining under pent-up pressure now.

"Oh FUCK Amy!" Rick said while his hands hooked under her arms.

"I..nggghh....think....we...really need to...work...on...our....conversation skills....when...fucking...." he panted, before his stare became vacant.

"Oh fuck." he continued. "I'm......cummmmmmmmmmm....."

And just like that his voice gave way to a sort of pleasurable howl the like she had never even dared to hear nor could have imagined in any case. Meanwhile, his insides clenched shut onto her dick and she was forced to admit that the wetness inside of her couldn't be held back. It rushed forward as her knot pulsed and stretched aggressively against the oscillating, spasming motion of Rick's pussy.

She exploded. One, two, three...even more salvoes of scorching, melted heat rushed through her in hiccups of sexual pleasure that got only more intense the more Rick moaned beneath her and the more her paws buried themselves in his soft, canine frame.

She let herself fall. Just snuggled her body against Rick's underneath, their hips still connected in golden bliss. Her muzzle met his again and in that last moment, when a final glorious spurt escaped her dick, their tongues had twirled around in midair again, two canine entities defiantly proclaiming their love in spite of their inability to kiss.

When they parted, Amy looked down at her husband, who smirked dreamily while his lengthy purple locks bedded his petite head in a display of exhausted bliss.

"I love you", she simply said as she looked deeply in his azure eyes.

"I love you, too" he hesitated a bit, panted and moved his hips ever so slightly given her rod was still knotted securely inside his passage. "That was......that was......" he continued slowly.

"...amazing?" she finished the sentence and gave his face a playful lick.

"That's about right", he concluded and gave her a deep glance of his own. "Now, having a dick really doesn't feel that bad now, does it?" he said gently petting her muzzle with a paw.

"Well...it's not really...."

"Come on...." Rick grinned in the way he tended to do when mocking her.

"Yes, mortal, come on" the thing inside her commented as well.

Amy sighed in exasperation. "Yes okay I admit it! You are hot. I'm hot. And I actually LIKE having a dick." Amy said reproachfully. "Happy now?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way!" Rick said happily and pulled her into a canine kiss again.

"So, how long are we....errr...." she looked down at their joined hips.

"I have no idea...."

"Hmmm." she paused. "....But I think I have an idea." She slowly proceeded to heave him upwards, effectively exchanging positions such that she was now lying on her back with Rick on top. She tried to be as gentle as possible.

"Ouch! What are you doing?"

"Oh sorry!" she said with her hands shielded slightly for a moment. "You know," she continued slowly "I thought since we are together anyway...." She paused and bit her muzzle slightly. "How about another round?"

"Really, mortal?" She could hear the entity grumble in disapproval somewhere inside her.

"Oh!" Rick blinked, then smiled back deviously. "Sure!" His paws started to roam on her chest again. "I could go twenty more times! This heat is really amazing!"

And just when Rick moved his hips in another teasing exploration of her dick, the room started to change. Subtle at first but more profound with each second that passed. It was a leafy yet progressively darker shade of green that slowly replaced the yellow warm glow from outside in what looked like a St. Patrick's Day version of a solar eclipse.

"Rick." Amy said, as he licked along her abs.

"Hmmmm...." Rick purred. "I really need another go....."

"Rick. Stop." she repeated, as his muzzle went up to her head and lightly bit in one of her ears.

"But it was your idea....." he said seductively as he sat up and let his paws roam on his breasts in long, gentle strokes. "And I'm SUCH a bad girl!"

"Oh fuck you, Rick!", she exclaimed as the room they were in started to look like a monstrous grass stalk. She pulled herself up, wrapped her hands around the confused dog-girl and hoisted her up into a hug that left their hips connected securely and his tits pressed tightly into her front.

"OUCH! What the fuck are you doing?!"

She ignored him and slid from the bedside, holding him secure with one of her large paws while his legs were slung around her hips like a baby.

"Oh man this is probably the most embarrassing thing I was ever....."

"Shut up and look!", Amy told him when she arrived in front of the window. The pyramid outside was encased in what looked like a gigantic emerald. Long, infinitely sharp edges pierced the ground and reached up into the sky, its massive frame enough to obscure the sun and leave them in its green gloom.

The entity inside of her started to yell "It's their magic, mortal! Quick, we need to....!" it started, when three furry shades appeared from below and flung themselves through the open window, just to land securely maybe five meters in front of them.

They were anthropomorphic cats, built like a human yet clearly feline with long, sleek tails and fuzzy fur. They were dressed in black-leather garments and hoods ornamented with what looked like small jade jewellery in the shape of circles. The first one, a Siamese, whose impressive cleavage and brown braids clearly marked her as a girl, pointed at her with a sharp alabaster-coloured claw, hissing and yowling as if she could somehow understand what she was saying. Meanwhile, the other two, black-furred, specimens produced a curved and rather sharp looking sword each before they advanced towards them.

"Assassins!" Zyx hissed. "This is Mox' work! This insolent, thuggish, dishonourable..."

"This is all your fault, Rick!"

"Evil cats? That's not very creative..." Rick commented below as Amy backed away towards the ornamented nightstand.

"Rick you just don't happen to recall a movie with a fight scene where one person was stuck at another's crotch?"

"....lunatic, self-centred, arrogant...." the entity continued.

"Errrr....no?", Rick answered as one of the attackers was squinting at her with its green slitted eyes, muscular tension visibly building up in its body.

"Then we have to improvise." Amy said as the first one leapt towards her, its blade trailing a beeline as it cut through the air towards her neck. She whirled around, grabbed the golden mirror from the wall in one quick motion, and crashed her shielded hand against the attacker, whose blade shot from its hand and hit the ground with a loud clang. The cat itself followed and its back crashed into a wall with an audible thump that betrayed the amount of force her muscles now commanded. It felt strangely uplifting as well, the trickles of adrenaline and tension inside her body made her blood boil in a sensual way she had enjoyed only very few times in her life.

Rick whimpered below her. Yet it wasn't just from pain. "Amy... if you move like that....it feels so...."

The other black cat bared its fangs, readied its sword and jumped forward in a motion that betrayed not only its feline heritage but trained, deadly swiftness as well. Amy managed to prop up her improvised shield just in time. The gold cracked under the force of the blade which drove a long cut down its middle, where it finally stuck, just centimetres from her heart and Rick's head. Amy's large hands had desperately pressed the precious metal inward to keep the blade at bay as best she could. She growled, but the cat seemed unimpressed, snarled and a hand darted to its hip to produce something sharp that went straight for her throat.

"Nghhh....no!" Rick yelled and managed to grab the cat's wrist before it could strike, successfully keeping it from burying the small dagger it held inside Amy's neck. The surprise gave Amy enough of an opening to release one of her paws and land a straight blow right in the cat's face. It sounded like somebody had used a meat tenderizer and the cat was thrown off in a rather artistic fashion that saw its body twirl around itself in the air before it hit the ground and ceased to move.

At the same time, the movement itself had prompted Rick to descend downwards on her crotch while Amy's body rocked forward, burying her cock even deeper in his petite frame, that prompted him to moan loudly and his tongue to loll out of his muzzle in sudden bliss.

"YEAH! Good work, Rick! That's how it's done!" Amy growled defiantly in the direction of the siamese, who remained as their sole opponent.

The cat's muzzle was distorted by anger yet she almost ceremonially pulled down the hood she wore, releasing two fluffy cat-ears riddled by a mass of small jade earrings, before she bent downwards to produce not one, but two of the same weapons her colleagues had just tried to murder her with. She pointed both swords at her like a death sentence.

"So, you wanna play, huh?" Amy said, as she heaved Rick back up and almost casually forced him even deeper down onto her dick.

"Fuck!" Rick protested with a lusty moan, yet she ignored him and proceeded to grab one of the weapons left by their other adversaries.

She flicked the blade in the direction of the siamese. "Let's see how you dance, kitty!"

The cat snarled, yet didn't just attack, just slowly made her way towards Amy in careful strides, both swords just waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Amy stepped equally lightly, just keeping her distance while they encircled each other and Rick yipped blissfully with each step taken.

It was just a mere chink in the stonework below, just a very slight adjustment of posture that made Rick gasp loudly from one second to the next. Still, it was enough of a distraction and the cat exploited the moment ruthlessly by lashing forward with her blades. The first one tore upwards in an arc intent to occupy her swordhand while the other trailed downwards in a vicious cut for Rick's head. Amy whirled around, out of the way with the loud clang of metal echoing inside the room for a moment as their blades connected. Yet Amy and the cat stood unfazed after the fact, except for a small cut on Amy's left arm.

"Be careful, mortal!" Zyx hissed in the back of her mind.

Amy bellowed, the cat hissed and their swords and bodies started to dance in earnest. Their weapons were a constant blur, clashing into each other again and again while their bodies seemed to shift places only in precise, fluent whirls.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck!" Rick moaned ecstatically somewhere inbetween the chaos.

Amy heeded him no mind. She had been good with a blade, but she thought this new body almost acted on its own. Gave every motion meaning and drove adrenaline even further up her mind. This duel, this ballet was pure ecstasy. And she found herself anticipating each step she took and each strike of the blade she managed. The cat fought more and more defensively, building a shield of calculated strikes to keep her at bay. Amy just got more aggressive in turn, hammering down at every opportunity she found. Yet, a sudden step saw her eyes swim for a second in haziness.

"Your strength fades! You have to defeat her!" Zyx barked from within.

"Don't you think I'm trying!?" Amy growled and exchanged another contact of a blade and stepped back to avoid a blow that tried to hack off her feet, yet only managed to cut of a few hairs in Rick's tail.

"I'm... I'm... so...." He gasped, mumbled, evidently unaware of everything that happened around him save for the movements in his crotch.

"Fuck!" she cursed as she found the blood in her body to falter for just a moment, giving rise to heat and distinct pain in her sword-arm. It was then that the cat made an attack. An aggressive jab with both her blades that aimed for Amy's head. She drew back to escape, but the attack had only been a feint and both swords landed on her blade simultaneously. The shock tore her fist open and sent the blade to fly out of the open window into the jungle below.

A mocking purr escaped the cat's lips.

Rick moaned even more loudly underneath.

"No, mortal! You mustn't lose!" Zyx demanded, his voice suddenly streaked with panic.

Amy could only retreat backwards, driven forward by the grinning cat who visibly enjoyed playing with her helpless victim. Soon, she found herself with her back at the desk with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. The cat muttered something that sounded like a prayer and raised its blades like a preying mantis.

Amy's thoughts raced, tried to find a way out, maybe retreat onto the table or reach for a scroll in the shelf next to her, yet the first would only prolong the inevitable and the second was shielded by a blade. If she tried....

The eyes of the cat flashed and her arms tensed up for the final strike.

In that split second, Rick howled with a lengthy "No!" that lay somewhere between desperation and euphoria, while he came. More important than that, however, was an irresistible cloud of his concentrated scent that seemed to radiate outwards from his canine body, engulfed her mind in pure lust and immediately triggered an orgasm. She hadn't even known she had been so hard, so close to the edge and she felt her dick explode almost madly within Rick in response, pumping him full of her seed as long as she could muster while her hips started to rage back and forth before she even knew what was happening.

Only after a few seconds did she realize that she should have died.

The cat was still looking at her, swords raised. Yet her blue eyes, formerly so bright and hateful, were now widened, full of confusion and cast somewhere far beyond. She licked her feline lips hungrily as if she was dreaming.

Amy was wrecked by another enjoyable spurt of seed that saw the cat tumble backwards against a nearby wall. Instead of holding her swords, her furry hands tugged aimlessly at her frame, looking for something with a desperate, unflinching need.

Rick's tongue suckled on Amy's abs and she found her hands clutching and roaming over his soft back and enticing tits with untold passion. His fuzzy form evoked so many feelings inside of her, that her crotch instantly quivered from yet another spurt.

Meanwhile, the cat had found what she was looking for and had undressed rather rapidly to hungrily massage her impressive feline knockers. A hand made its way into her pants as well and the cat mewled like a kitten not a second later.

"Oh fuck!" Amy said as the stream of cum subsided and Rick's female organ finally ceased to flutter.

"What....the fuck did you do, Rick?" she asked amidst strained breaths.

"I.......I don't know....." he answered, his muzzle snuggling into her chest. "It was Vyx..."

"It's what she does", Zyx responded in her mind. "It's her destiny."

"And here I thought you just liked her tits...." Amy replied, as a paw gently petted Rick's canine head.

"That also", the entity added thoughtfully.

Rick was looking up at her quizzically. Yet before she could answer, her ears perked up from distant, heavy steps that were approaching rapidly from somewhere beyond.

"Rick!" she hissed, reached for a sword and adopted a defensive posture aimed at the large door that led to their chamber.

It flew open with a bang not a few seconds later and a group of five dog-guards poured in. Their looks were surprisingly collected given they stared right at a naked canine couple, still knotted together from their lovemaking, and an equally naked cat-assassin who was busy masturbating to the best of her ability.

"Thank the divines you are alright!" A yippy, rough voice said. It was the chihuahua priest, who was making his way around the guards that had decided to point all their spears at the cat on the floor.

The priest's frame was still laden with jewellery and heavy golden rings on his thick, callous paw-fingers and oversized ears. "I, your humble, humble, servant Cassius, beg you eternal forgiveness, oh fiery one!" the thing said and engaged in a deep, submissive bow that almost saw its head touch the ground.

Zyx objected. "Bah! If this filth really cared about our well-being they would have been here minutes ago!"

"Errrr great......" Amy started as the guards tackled the cat and bound her up securely. She was crying from need, even tried to push her pussy into the crotch of the nearby male guards in a vain attempt to get filled.

"Let me...." Rick interrupted. "Errr....Thank you, oh humble Cassius!" He tried to sound somewhat diplomatic despite the fact that he was still resting on his wife's crotch and had to twist his neck visibly to look at the priest.

The thing nodded eagerly. "Thank you, your highness!" His glance wandered between the pair. "I beg your forgiveness, oh composition-of-day-and-night, but we we need you! We need the prophecy! The Zyma are advancing on this city. We cannot hold out for long!"

"Surely. We will gladly....."

"Oh no, Rick!" Amy interrupted. "No prophecies this time!"

"But Amy, these guys need our help!"

"Rick, these guys are_ARISTOCRATS_. 'Aristocrats are evil' is a fucking trope for a reason!"

"But Vyx isn't evil....."

"Do I really have to spell this out for you, Rick? These guys tried to MURDER us! TWICE! And who knows how many people these guys already sacrificed for their stupid prophecy before us!"

"Mortal! We do not destroy our potential vessels! We just bleed them, to be weak enough to...." Zyx started.

"Sorry! But I'm really not in the mood for games!" Amy replied harshly.

"Vyx says...." Rick started.

"No, I also don't care what Vyx says. We need to get back to normal!" Amy snapped and turned her attention back to the canids who were looking at the pair in utter confusion.

"Where is our gear?"

The chihuahua blinked a few times. "What do you mean, oh exalted one?"

Amy sighed. "Where is _the gear of our vessel_s?"

"It is in the great temple"

"You don't mean...."

She glanced outside, the large gemstone was still there, enveloping the pyramid in a solid and likely impenetrable embrace.

Cassius saw her gaze and nodded.

"The temple is shielded. We do not know a way to break it, your highness!"

"You must fulfil the prophecy, mortal! We never harmed anyone! You must save us! I beg you!"

"We should help them." Rick said and looked upwards pleadingly.

With begging, azure, dog-eyes. Of her husband.

"Please, help us, mortal!" Zyx begged again.

Amy took a deep breath, whose utter exasperation was even more amplified by her rough, lupine throat and came out as something between a growl and an expression of pure, crystalline annoyance.

"ALRIGHT! Another FUCKING adventure! I CAN'T wait!" she exclaimed. "But if this thing backfires, because they tried to murder us a THIRD time, or we end up in front of a DISCIPLINARY COURT, or we, say, JUST HAPPEN to turn into barn-animals or cat-monsters, I want to STRESS that this _IS_entirely your fault, Rick!"

Rick just flashed his eyelids innocently. "Come on, Amy. We both know you wouldn't have it any other way...."

"Oh *FUCK YOU, Rick!"