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Things never turn out the way you think they will.

My life took a sharp turn to the weird on a cold Friday night on October, when I decided to stop for a drink after work on a small pub that had just opened near my office.

The place was expectedly full, it seemed a lot of people had decided to run from the light rain outside and seek refuge inside a bottle of cheap whisky or a mug of beer.

The first thing that should have raised my suspicions were the tails, but after a long day on the office I didn't care if I had dropped in some weird furry/fetish bar or anything. I wanted some whisky and I would get it.

Two years ago, I hadn't been one to stop for drinks, but it had been slowly becoming a habit in recent times.

Years of marriage had taught me the value of small habits, anything that could help me endure the presence and company of my wife and my step-daughter.

We weren't exactly unhappy, but I would be hard pressed to say we were happy. It seemed our relationship existed in this nebulous and undefined grey area where neither of us were really satisfied, but at the same time we simply couldn't find any strong enough reason to seek divorce.

We stood together more out of convenience and inertia than anything, I could almost hear her thoughts processes about how a divorce simply wouldn't be feasible right now, maybe when our daughter was finished with College.

And so, each small grievance and offense festered under the image of a happy marriage.

And so, I begun to catch a drink here and there, just to make life easier to endure.

Now, usually I would have only a pinch of beer or two, but today was setting up to be a specially dauting day with Anne, my wife, travelling for the weekend on a business meeting that would leave me alone with Nicole, my step-daughter.

Nicole was in town from college, and even though it wasn't like she needed much pampering, she had never been the type to keep things low. She would probably keep me up all night long with her loud music. So, tomorrow, maybe, I could get a full day of rest.

I asked for a whisky without even thinking about it, the strong drink was stronger then what I was used, but the day deserved something special.

At some point I begun talking to this Asian woman, her was face completely lost to the haze of my intoxication, the only thing I can properly remember about her is the long hair, dark as charcoal and the long white tail trailing after her. I can't recall when we started talking, but I remember telling her about how I was sure that my time with Annie would be shortly coming to an end.

"It's our daughter," I muttered. "We're both keeping it together because of her, but how long can we keep this going? We used to be happy, you know? These days we are always fighting, it just seems so pointless!"

I was sure we would get into one more fight by Monday when she would come back from her business trip.

I was pretty sure I had tried all the usual solutions. Typical romance like chocolate, flowers and gifts had done nothing. Trying to spicy things up in the bedroom at night wasn't doing any good, even on the sporadic occasions when Anne was still in the mood for any intimacy.

Don't get me wrong, she was a pretty woman, her body was incredibly fit for someone in her thirties, with golden blonde hair, a cute heart-shaped face and very big breasts that she liked to show off in deep cleavages, but it seemed all passion had withered away.

Sometimes I wondered if I was to blame for it, never being exactly an example of masculinity with my thin body and completely incapable of growing a beard to save my life. More than once other men have said that I was too kind and nice for my own good, it wasn't without reason that everyone called me Happy.

"Maybe, I'm over-thinking all of this. Maybe I can get her back if I try something really new," I said, the words coming slurred because of the alcohol, but it was a last and insane plea of a drunkard trying to grasp at any straws to keep my relationship alive.

"Let me tell you about my grandmother back in Inari's Court," the woman said, sipping from her glass of sake, her words were slurring a bit by now. "Now, she was an old fox and had fallen in love with this young farmer that had always made the best aburage in the whole village. During the first years, everything is all good and lovely, you know, but as the years come and go the farmer soon find himself looking at other woman and wanting something different."

She finished her sake in a single gulp and ordered two more for us.

"Now, my grandmother wasn't any stupid little pulp to mess around with romance stuff and try to get all nice and pretty for him, so instead she walked into the forest, cut a branch of a sacred tree and made a special totem out of it. Then, every time her husband started looking at other women she made him into her dog for some time, to see if he would learn his lesson."

I blinked several times, the cogs in my mind slowly turning as I tried to understand what she had just said.

"Shouldn't there be like a moral or something?"

She chuckled. "Yes, the moral is that magic works."

Dear reader, you must understand that I was really, really drunk.

"Makes sense," I said, even though it didn't.

"You find this strange?"

"Nothing really strikes me as strange after my fourth glass of sake," I replied.

"Now, I don't know you for very long," she replied. "But I really want to help you."

I crossed my arms on the bar top and then set my chin over them. "Tell you what. If you can lend me that totem for a week or two that would make everything better. Otherwise I'll probably just get drunk and pass out in the gutter."

She chuckled louder than it was suitable. "I would hate if you drunk yourself to death, so why don't you take it till the end of the month?"

I looked her for a long moment, trying to guess if I was getting myself into something weird, but my woozy mind was struggling to rationalize everything that was happening. I was nodding even before I could fully comprehend my situation. She put the small wooden totem in the shape of a dog in my hands and I simply had to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

She laughed with me and we ordered another drink.

***

At some point, I returned home. I'm not sure how or at what point, but I was pretty sure that I was standing in front of a house that had a good chance of being mine.

I opened the door, sighting in relief when I confirmed that was definitely my house and I wasn't about to pass out in some stranger's porch. Nicole was already home, the sound blasting out of her room sent dissonant pain through my ears and seemed intent on bursting open my head with its rapid beats. I cursed myself a thousand times over, wishing nothing more than a hot meal and some silent rest to nurse my budding headache and the painful hangover that was sure to follow. I just wanted to stay in my room and not be bothered until morning.

When I walked into my room, the fourth member of our little family is waiting for me, our beautiful Border Collie: Stella.

As always, she seemed happy to see me, coming straight to receive me with loving licks and jumping on my legs to see if she can get some much-deserved pettings and treats. At last someone on the house was happy to see me.

I let myself fall on the bed and Stella lays just right to me, those big puppy eyes staring right at me as she so unashamedly wanted her treats.

I closed my eyes and put my hand between her ears, slowly caressing her as I tried to sleep through the constant noise.

As soon as I start dozing off, there's a knock at my door.

"Uh, yes?" I ask grudgingly.

Nicole opened the door. "Hey, dad, can I come in?"

"Uh, no..." I grunt, but she had already opened the door.

It doesn't help much that when she calls me 'dad', I hear a tinge of sarcasm or condescension in her voice since she is barely five years younger than me. She seemed to always give me attitude or question my authority, as if trying to see how much she could pressure me.

She closed the door and started to slowly dawdle around the room, her arms behind her back, her face straining and failing to keep a smile at bay. She was just walking around and examining things around the room awkwardly.

She looked at me and I grunted once again, hopping she would get the clue that I wasn't in the mood for another of her games.

"Can this wait till late?"

She shook her head, not taking her eyes off me.

I sighed and threw an arm over my eyes.

After a good thirty seconds, she still hasn't said anything. I'm exhausted, so I need to get her going so I can get some rest. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

She looked at me and her smile breaks wider. She paused, thinking about her words. "I need a new car."

I looked at her for a moment, wondering if I had heard it wrong. "W... what did you say?"

"I had a small accident," she said, as if it was nothing worrying. "I will need a new one."

She just stood there as if she had asked for a new pair of socks. I tried to turn around so I could be looking at her when I felt the small wooden dog inside my pocket.

Well, what would be the problem in trying it?

With nothing to lose, I took the totem in my hands and rubbed it as I focused on Nicole.

Nicole looked at me as if I was going crazy for a moment, but then her eyes widened. "...Dad, what are you...oh...no..."

What the hell.

"Ahhhhh!" I called out, my voice turned into a grow. Nicole could only watch as I stumbled to my knees, a strange tingling covered my body.

That's not the alcohol making me delirious. It's really doing something; the totem is working!

As I knelt on the floor, Stella walked to me as if attracted by the strange power that now flowed through my body. We simply... shifted.

Ears grew out of my head, in the same black and white hue of Stella's fur. My normally black hair shifted to an almost white.

At the same time, Nicole was also changing in front of my eyes. Deep black hair sprouted thorough her body, long and sharp ears sprouted from her head.

There was a ripping sound as she grew larger than her clothes at the same time I felt my own clothes getting loose around me.

I couldn't quite understand what was going on, but I also couldn't take my eyes away from Nicole she kept growing and changing. My fair skin sprouted soft, black and white fur everywhere, starting with small patches and soon growing until it covered my entire body. Our eyes mixed, the color going to a honey hue with small sparkles of my blue eyes in it.

...it couldn't be...

My hands fused with Stella's paws, shifting into delicate, tiny pawn-hands. Heat spread on my chest, my nipples getting uncomfortably hard and growing fast, becoming small, perky breasts.

"Ooooh... This doesn't feel right..." I barked, there was a distinct ripping sound as a tail quickly erupted out from my back and over my now bubbly buttocks, the tail curling up just slightly and swishing about like a dog asking for pettings.

It took me a long moment to fully comprehend all the changes that had occurred to my body. It took me a moment to get on my feet again, my clothes were now too large for my new body, forcing me to hold my pants to prevent them falling. Even without looking I knew there was something wrong since I couldn't feel my cock anymore.

"Do you need something, daddy?" Nicole put a heavy hand on my shoulder, there was a soft grow in her voice. She had grown to about 7 feet, her clothes had been reduced to ribbons and showed her strong body. My head rested between her big breasts, and something poked against my back. Something big and hard.

A tender feeling unfurled around my crotch, Nicole's sharp claws cut down my clothes. I still tried to cover me with my arms, but she grabbed them tightly in her own strong hands and looked at me with a predator's lust. I had somehow been turned into a half border collie, my body was smaller and more delicate, a strange fire had been ignited inside of me, a sensation that begged to be filled.

"Oh, beauty." Gracefully, Nicole hoisted herself onto the bed and pulled me beside her. She was a black leopard, a true predator of strength and grace. She pressed a possessive kiss to my neck, her breasts pressed against mine, and her hand reached between my legs, touching my tender and virgin pussy.

"I feel a hunger for you," she growled with her cock pressed against my back.

I nodded, biting my lips, and allowing her to take me completely. I could only close my eyes as her strong paws groped my body. My step-daughter was fast with her mouth, licking at my neck with lustful delight.

"Oh!" I moaned between clenched teeth.

She groped my ass with a paw, the other holding my wait. My whole body clenched in response.

"Ni-Nicole! I-I... please."

I trembled against her, and she clutched me against her hard, muscled chest, wanting me to say it.

"P-please take me," I whispered.

My step-daughter snapped, all control leaving her at my plea. She tore down her ripped jeans and panties with her claws. Then she gently but firmly turned me onto my back and slid on top of me. The heat of her cock pulsed against my back. Then she was inside of me, taking my virginity.

The first thrust was excruciatingly glorious, but the second was better. Her precum lubricated me, her warm and hard flesh stretched me open and the fleshy spikes on her cock teased nerve endings I never knew I had, making me wet and open for her. I threw my head back and moaned, Nicole's whole body seized in excitement. I kept wanting more of her, to feel her entirely engorged cock inside of me, so she slammed into me harder. And harder.

"Happy!" she screamed and went deeper. She seemed intent on plunging her cock in me to the hilt, each new thrust going deeper and deeper, stretching my warm pussy. Just as I felt her orgasm dawning, she tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to meet hers.

"You are mine now, Happy."

Even though the haze of pleasure that filled my mind, I felt her gaze connect with my own as realization of what we had just done washed over me. The knowledge that my step-daughter thoroughly owned me. She threw back her head and gave one final triumphal thrust, spilling her seed inside my womb, coaxing me into a shattering orgasm, waves of collapsing pleasure crashing through my body like liquid fire. Marking me as her own.