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"I was always worried that writing wasn't going to work out for you. There just aren't enough people out there to get commissions, y'know?"

Exile was sitting and reconciling with Joshiah at the townhouse of the latter hybrid. Diz and Orio tagged along, each holding a beer in their paws and trying to look solemn about the news that some people had expected, but none of them actually believed would happen.

Joshiah was giving up on writing in favor of something more financially stable, and it seemed that he might be headed back to the salt mines.

"Well, when you've got such a small pool to pull from, it's pretty easy to drink your own customers dry. I guess that's just my luck."

"You really should've stuck with art," Diz chimed in, though it only earned an angry, narrowed glare from the coyofolf, as he stood up and walked over the fridge. "You guys want one more beer before we head out? I wanna get trashed, but I guess I've got a budget to keep, now."

After such bad news, no one would have let Joshiah pay for a drink at the bar, but at the same time, they weren't dumb enough to turn down a free beer, and didn't want to insult the hybrid for his generous offer.

"Yeah, I'll take one," Orio replied calmly. Diz nodded, and Exile waved a paw, and Joshiah came back into the living room with four beers in tow, each with a label that was torn slightly, leaving the brand of the brew obscured. "What...what beer is this?"

"Oh, it's just a regular mick," Joshiah explained. "Bottom of the barrel. Some of the labels got messed up, but that means I get to drink even cheaper than usual!"

"Works for me!" the hybrid cheetah-lynx cheered, as he popped the top of the drink and took a deep, hearty sip. "Tastes about like a regular mick to me!"

"Good! That means I didn't get completely ripped off."

It was unfortunate that Joshiah's three friends felt like they were walking on eggshells. The hybrid wasn't letting a lot of emotion shine through, but each one of them was worried about upsetting him, given just how hard he'd tried to avoid such a fate. After all of the tireless hours he'd put into getting out of the warehouse and establishing his own business, the thought of going back to anything similar was gut-wrenching, to say the very least.

A similar sensation was already carrying through Exile's stomach, though he figured that was his own fault for trying to extra spicy chicken wings that Joshiah had cooked up that evening. "You...uh...you guys mind if I use the restroom before we get going?"

"Not at all," Joshiah replied, as he pointed down the hallway. "First door on your left, or the third one. Take your pick."

Exile was quick to hop up from the couch and hustle down toward one of the bathrooms, but he wasn't alone in his actions. Diz tried to keep a quizzical look from his face, but the border collie was slowly making his way off of the couch as well, trying to look casual in the process. "Y-yeah, I'll uh...I'll just be using the bathroom, too..."

Orio was trying to keep quiet about his own digestive issues, but Joshiah could see the concern in the bright, blue eyes of the chynx as he wiggled around in the loveseat across the room. "You guys okay? I know my chicken wings are spicy, but I figured Diz would be able to handle them, at least!"

"It's not the wings!" Diz yelled out as he ran for the open bathroom, and sweat began to bead on Orio's brow as he shook around on the couch. As far as Joshiah could tell, that made it clear that the wings were the culprit, but no further noise was coming from the hallway, and the hybrid was growing slightly concerned for the health of his guests.

He stood up from the couch and walked over to Orio, giving a curious glance over the feline hybrid and looking to see if he could find anything wrong in the face of his friend. Other than a mild sense of fear in his eyes, Orio looked fairly normal, but there was definitely something different about him.

"Good. Looks to me like the drink is taking."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Orio yelled back and growled at his friend, but a strange feeling of knots in his stomach kept him seated firmly on the couch. "Did you give us expired beer as some kind of fucking sick joke?"

Joshiah was chuckling before Orio had a chance to finish speaking. "Heh... jeez, dude. You must think really lowly of me. I would never give my guests expired beer! That stuff was only a couple days old, at most!"

Trembling, shaky paws tried to get a better look at the tattered label on the beer bottle, but Joshiah ripped it right from Orio's grip and set it down on the table, trying to preserve as much of the concoction as he could. "At least let me keep it!" Orio pouted, but Joshiah kept a stern, devious grin upon his muzzle, not wanting to waste a drop of the stuff. "I'm still thirsty!"

"You certainly will be, anyway," Joshiah replied, his voice so sarcastic and casual that no one else would have guessed that something was wrong. The black and orange hybrid made his way around the living room, collecting the other bottles and sneaking them back into the fridge before he walked down the hall and gave a knock on each of the bathroom doors, knowing that his other friends weren't actually using the bathroom. "You guys can come out of there, now. You're not gonna find what you need at the bottom of a toilet bowl!"

A long, swishing tail was almost gripped by Exile as the poor hybrid fell through the door as he opened it, but his paws were too busy clutching his stomach and trying to fight the source of his pain. "What k-kind of a jerk off gives his friends tainted beer before a night on the town?!"

"The kind of jerk off who happens to be really hard up for cash," Joshiah explained calmly. Diz wasn't quite as aggressive in trying to attack the hybrid, but the border collie kept his fangs tightly pressed together and growled as Joshiah walked by the door to his bathroom. "Thankfully, I've found a very lucrative business venture to explore, and in just a couple months, I'll be richer than I ever was in the warehouse, or as a writer!"

"Why do I feel like you're trying to make money off of us?" Diz asked, doing the best job of keeping his composure of the three, even as he found crawling down the hallway more of a struggle with each breath. His arms fell forward to grip the floor, but each time, it felt as though he was getting less forward progress for the same effort...and it wasn't in his imagination.

Joshiah casually pulled out his smartphone and began typing a memo, documenting how rapidly Diz was transforming in front of him. The border collie couldn't tell yet, but his arms were shrinking back into his body, and his paws were getting smaller as he exerted more effort. "Because you're just so very perceptive, Diz. As usual, you've seen right through my charades, even though you can barely lift your head high enough to see what I'm up to!"

"I hate you so much..."

"Love you too, Diz," Joshiah taunted the poor collie as his legs began to shrink in, as well, and before the change in his center of gravity took place, it left Diz effectively trapped on the floor. Exile was experiencing the same problems, and though he could barely turn his head back to see how short his legs had become, he was able to see the color of his fur fading from his tail, as the telltale rings upon it disappeared, like sand falling through the cracks of a deck. "Orio...behave yourself."

Looking down the hallway distracted Joshiah enough that he barely noticed Orio sniffing at the underside of the his tail. He was still clothed, keeping the act somewhat innocent, but Orio flattened his ears just like a canine when he was caught, and looked up at Joshiah with pleading eyes, even as his muzzle elongated away from his face, and his sense of smell became terribly sensitive.

"I suppose I can't be too mad at you. A bitch in heat tends to sniff whatever she feels like, and I'm sure I'm putting off quite the enticing aroma," Joshiah let at least a few of the details of his plan slip, as Orio reached up and felt his own face. His muzzle was noticeably longer, and a quick turn to face the window showed a reflection with almost no spots whatsoever. His fur was still sandy yellow, but that color was fading fast, from his ears, down over his neck, and through the rest of his fur pattern as his entire body shifted.

Exile tried to keep his pace, but he was panting from the struggle as he winced an eye shut and forced a hateful glare up toward his friend. "Wh-what...what the fuck have you done this time, Joshiah?"

"Well, I know it's a strange concept, but a lot of our furry friends are into the idea of having pets...and not in the way you're thinking. Feral creatures make great pets to have around the house, and I found out that people will pay an extremely high price to get purebreds. We're talking thousands of dollars here!"

Diz was shaking his head as he felt his normally limp, hanging tail begin to curl up toward the base of his spine. "You didn't."

Reaching down to pet Orio between the ears as if he was already fully transformed, Joshiah acted like he was completely innocent as he nodded. "Of course I did! I decided to become a breeder, but buying the seed dogs to breed purebreds is really fuckin' expensive, so...I got to work on the Prebudila formula, and figured I could make my own purebreds at home! I just needed a few generous volunteers!"

Exile actually spat at the floor at the idea, not worried in the least about the ire it might draw from his friend. "None of us volunteered for this, you jackass!"

"I didn't force you to drink the beer," Joshiah pointed out. "And I'm sure Ringer would find that comment to be very offensive."

Normally, everyone in the room would have rolled their eyes, but other than Joshiah, who was watching and taking notes, everyone was in a different state of transformation and panic.

Diz could feel his normally slim body growing thicker at the chest and tummy, until his arms were forced to plant flat against the slick, hardwood floor and support the weight. Short, clumsy claws scratched marks into the wood, and hind legs began to angle in to his body as they kicked upright. He was wobbling from a lack of balance, but Diz was standing as his body continued to change shape, looking less and less humanoid by the moment.

Right behind him, Exile was growling deeply from the back of his throat, and the fur on his neck stood with his frustration, but when he tried to tell at Joshiah again, his voice came out as a loud, threatening bark. His face twisted up in confusion as his muzzle began to shift, leaning more to the canine side of his heritage, and the black mask around his eyes faded almost completely as his pattern rapidly changed.

"Looks like you've got a couple of very excited suitors, Orio...or...should I say, Ori?" Joshiah asked, still petting Orio gently between the ears to distract him from the greater changes. His body was shrinking down closer to the floor as it compressed, until Joshiah was forced to sit to pet him. He'd been kneeling next to the hybrid unconsciously, but Orio could feel his legs turning to haunches as his center of gravity shifted back toward them, and his balance was thrown as the tiny, nub tail above the edge of his frilly, pink underwear grew outward in a sudden burst of flesh and fluff, resulting in a long, thick, gentle curl.

The nickname took a little bit more explaining, but everyone there knew the meaning of it, and Orio felt a sudden surge of panic as he tried to reach down into his blue jeans, only to find that his thumbs were redacted into his paws, and unable to operate the zipper. Clothes that were too big for his body were easy enough to wiggle out of as the transformation continued, and as Joshiah sat behind him to take a look, he grinned at what he saw unfolding.

As Orio slipped out of his panties and crawled across the floor, still getting used to the shorter legs that were forming on him, he squealed in panic at the lack of feeling a lump between his legs. Joshiah snickered and took a sip of his clean, untainted beer as he visually certified that Orio was losing his manhood, and at an alarmingly fast rate. Once thick flesh was shrinking back until only the tip of a cock remained, and it settled right between his thighs, while his sack shriveled back and disappeared entirely. A proper, canine sex began to take shape, and Joshiah jotted down a couple more notes as Diz tried to walk a little closer.

"You've got your first customer, Ori!" Joshiah cheered, seeing that Diz still had a look of confusion and frustration on his face, but clearly, his mind was becoming dominated with the pheromones that Ori was unintentionally putting off. The dark history of Prebudila continued as it created a terrible spike in Ori's sex drive, and as brutal as the internal shift from male to female was, it paled in comparison to the treatment Ori would receive when Diz and Exile were more aware of their surroundings. "Try not to disappoint him. I want you to have a good rapport with these boys...I'd like to get at least a few litters out of you before I let you out into the wild!"

Diz had the easiest adjustment, by far. He was already an anthropomorphic canine, and though there was a mental shift, his physical body had the least changes of all. Though the black and white pattern of his fur was still shifting, forcing the dark, black fur to rest upon his back, and the white to coat his underbelly, he'd merely shrunk down to a feral size and added a curl to his tail. With a brain that was already the closest to a purebred, it didn't take long for Diz to fall into the spell of a sweet, floral aroma on his nostrils, and quickly, his curled tail picked up and began to wag around behind him.

"That's it, Diz. Come and take her...I promise she'll be ready for you by the time you figure it out."

Adjusting to his new consciousness, Diz completely ignored Exile, who was still getting used to the mental shift, and the feeling of walking on all fours. A step ahead of that, Diz slipped out of the puddle of his own clothes in the hallway and came to inspect Ori, who was shaking in place as the last of her transformations took hold. Her body was a bit slimmer than Diz, and her fur, thanks to a small defect in the batch, was a single, brilliant shade of pristine white. Her paws were shakily gripping the carpet in the living room, and Joshiah kept her settled in place as Diz walked around her and pressed his muzzle right into the wide, slightly pouted sex that he found. A curious sniff made her ears stand upright, and a few gentle, playful licks left her body trembling as she began to pant, just like the bitch that she was.

Grinning with a twisted sense of satisfaction, Joshiah sat back with his beer and watched, convinced that he didn't need to hold Ori in place any longer to make her hold still for her first suitor.

"Go on, Diz. Quit sniffing her crotch...you already know who she is. The beer didn't wipe your memory."

There was certainly a long adjustment period as their brains shifted, but Joshiah was right: Diz still knew who he was, and realized that something strange had happened to him. There was just enough of a gap in his memory, a side effect of the transformation, that he forgot his frustration with his friend. Instead, he was overwhelmed by the heated scent that came from Ori's cunt, and the feral lust within him continued to build as his long, slick tongue dragged repeatedly over her slit, until it began to ache with need.

A long, high pitched whine passed her muzzle as she shut her eyes and wiggled her hind legs, hoping that Diz would get the message. Naturally, he knew exactly what Ori needed, and perhaps, there was just enough human intelligence left about him to be a tease to his friend, before he'd bridge the gap and become one of her partners.

When Ori finally felt paws wrapping around her sides, as Diz hopped up and began prodding curiously with his hips, she started panting all over again, and tiny droplets of drool fell to the carpet as she held perfectly still for her first male. Instincts were born into her feral mind as she kept her eyes forward, knowing that the male should be able to do things on his own, and though his hips jabbed blindly at first, Diz's member began to emerge from the sheath, little by little, until the bright, red tip made contact with slick, dripping folds.

"Rrrr...nnnnnf!" Ori whined that much louder as contact was finally made, and she yelped in panic as Diz locked himself in. His paws clenched tight around her hips and claws dug in as he kept slamming forth, desperate to pound the bitch beneath him into total submission, now that his cock was inside of her effectively virgin passage. She would have been almost painfully tight, but instinctive lust was driving their actions, and Diz was completely thoughtless as his hips drove onward, pounding into Ori like a jackhammer into concrete.

Joshiah was actually impressed that she was able to keep her footing, but sure enough, she held still and whimpered the whole time, letting Diz use her body for leverage to get a little bit deeper with each consecutive thrust. "Just gotta make sure that they don't get stuck together," Joshiah reminded himself, knowing the kind of trouble it caused when his first projects got into such an arrangement.

He was watching closely, making sure that Diz wouldn't accidentally knot Ori, but someone else was interested in the action, as well. Exile slowly padded down the hallway on his paws, finding that he was adjusting well to life as a feral canine, and his tail actually wagged as he happened upon the display in front of him. The scent of a needy female was on his nose rather quick, however, and his playful attitude was lost just as rapidly, as he lifted one of his hind legs.

"Oh, you damn well better not pee on my rug!" Joshiah yelled out, but before he could get up to toss Exile outside, he saw what was going on, and Ori reacted first. Tilting her head up, she leaned in and began to accept his scent, brushing the end of her muzzle and lips against the peach fuzz that surrounded his taut, firm sack, and even as she was fucked, her tongue slurped over his sheath, trying to encourage his cock to come out of hiding. "...O-oh. Well then...maybe I put a little too much libido booster in this ba- damn it, Diz!"

Tight, choppy thrusts barely gave Joshiah a chance to see a knot budding, but he wrapped his arms around Diz and yanked him back in the nick of time, only to see that some of his seed had already escaped into Ori's snatch. It dripped down the back of her thighs as she obediently stood and waited for her next male, and thinking fast, Joshiah maneuvered Diz around, while ushering Exile to the back, allowing Ori to get a mouthful of the creamy delight that she so desired, while getting a second helping of pleasure in the back.

Exile took to the female like a fish to water, and though he could see the seed of another male spilling out, his brain took it merely as a challenge. His cock was already emerging as he stood and pounced on Ori's back end, and she let out a bark of surprise as another male was pounding into her before she could possibly prepare for a second bout.

"That was way too close," Joshiah worried aloud. He made sure that Diz wasn't going to track dripping, leaky messes through the house and kept a close eye on him as Ori did a proper service to him, licking her own juices right off of Diz's length and slurping up each spurted drop of his cum before it had a chance to hit the carpet. "But...if they're gonna cooperate this well, I'll have a litter of puppies out of Ori in no time! Even if there's just nine or ten, that's about $20,000! I'll be made!"

The trio of huskies couldn't have known, and certainly didn't care what Joshiah was cheering about as he began chugging out of his beer bottle. Diz held still and panted in place, enjoying the delightful, skillful treatment upon his cock, and the pristine Ori stood and took her treatment as Exile tried out outdo his fellow suitor, pounding his hips with an impressive vigor against the female in front of him. She shook and trembled, but she kept her footing, even when she had to dig her claws into the carpet in front of her. Yarn was coming up and claw marks covered the floor from the nearly violet sex going on in the living room, and Joshiah was too busy enjoying his beer and thinking about the finances he'd earn to think about the potential consequences.

Even when Diz finally flopped over and lifted his leg to start cleaning some of his own mess from his body, and Ori let out another painfully loud, high-pitched whimper as Exile began slamming against her womanhood with the growing bulge of his knot, Joshiah was too busy thinking of what a genius he was, even as Rose began walking up the driveway to the house.

Completely unaware, Joshiah stopped dancing around the kitchen for a moment and moved back to the living room, realizing that he probably shouldn't let Exile get too carried away, but he was already too late: Cum was spilling deep inside of Ori and drawing heavy, whimpering pants out of her as Exile's cock completely erupted, spilling gush after gush of potent, canine seed inside of her, and thanks to the full, thick knot that plugged up the base of her vaginal passage, almost none of it was dripping out...though the mess that Diz left in the fur upon the back of her thighs was still fresh, and some errant drops were making their way to the floor as Diz cleaned himself nearby, enjoying the taste of a fresh, virgin female on his own length.

"...Funny. I don't remember us owning any dogs, Josh."

Joshiah always did his best to be honest with his longtime girlfriend, but sometimes, details slipped through the cracks.

In this case, the detail was that he was starting an illegal dog breeding program, and he nearly spit his beer all over the mating trio as Rose walked in the door and immediately shot daggers at him with her clever jades.

"U-uh...uh...hi honey! I know you've been talking about wanting a dog for a while, and I...I...it's not..."

" Joshiah."

"...It's exactly what it looks like."

"...Fine, but I get to keep one of the puppies," Rose barely knew how to react to the sight of three canines tied together in a chain of sexual deviancy in the living room, but, lucky for Joshiah, she just rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen with her groceries, as the hybrid let out a preemptive sigh of relief.

"Wait a minute. Weren't your friends over here, earlier?"