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The aroma of fresh brewed coffee filled the kitchen as mid-morning sunlight streamed through the window. Hannah, leaning back against the counter, flipped through the morning's news on her iPhone. She glanced down the empty hallway and sighed.

"What's the point of going to a yard sale if we're going to get there after all of the good stuff has already been picked over?" she called down the hallway before raising her mug to her lips.

"I'm coming, just give me a minute."

Hannah rolled her eyes and resumed scrolling through her phone. After several pages of uninteresting headlines, she found her finger hesitating over one of the many click-bait advertisements on the side, 5 Tips for Dead Bedrooms. She chewed her lip before resolutely pressing on the ad. She wouldn't call their bedroom dead, but the spark was certainly diminished and it couldn't hurt to look at the article after-all.

Set a Date Night. She scoffed. They had gone out to dinner just last week, and both of them had spent the entire time either staring at their phones or discussing what chores needed to be done. Not exactly romantic.

Try Roleplay. She scrunched up her nose. It might be fun, but sounded like it would just be awkward. Devon was so flighty that she really couldn't see him being capable of staying in character without ruining the effect.

Their bedroom door closed with a click as he strode down the hallway. "Alright, are you ready to go?" he asked as he slid his wallet into his back pocket. Hannah quickly thumbed the article off her screen and pushed off from the counter.

"I was beginning to think that you had gotten lost in there," she said as she dropped her phone into her purse.

"Yea, well, Blitz ruined the shirt I had been planning on wearing," he muttered begrudgingly. Hannah raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't," with a hand held up, he shook his head, "just don't. He's a good dog, he's just got a lot of energy still."

With a shake of her head she pushed open the front door. "I still can't believe you agreed to take him. You can bet your ass that if I had been home I never would have let Linda talk you into taking on an unruly dog. She knows that you're a pushover when it comes to animals."

"He's not a bad dog, Hannah, he just needs a firm hand. And even you can't deny that he's from great breeding stock," Devon recited as they made their way down the sidewalk. "He'll bring in some nice side cash once we start studding him out and it will probably help calm him down."

"I hope you're right, because I don't know how much more of it I can take," she muttered as they began perusing the tables of knick knacks set out upon their neighbor's front lawn. After several minutes it became clear to Hannah that she wasn't going to find any treasures today among the mismatched dishes, outdated electronics and out-of-fashion clothing. Looking up, she brushed a stray strand of golden blonde hair back out of her face, and began shuffling her way towards her husband.

"Are you ready yet?" she asked as she came up behind him.

Devon held up an old book, "Check this out." The cover was ragged and bent, the binding held together with cracked leather lacing.

"Cool?" she shrugged, not at all impressed by the tattered antique.

Devon thumbed through the yellow, dog-eared pages. "Look at this, it's all hand-written. Incantations," he murmured as his thumb ran over the title page. "I think it's a book of spells. Looks well over a hundred years old."

"Great, what the hell are you going to do with it?" she leaned over to peer at the scratchy scrawlings. "Ugh, it smells weird," she crinkled her nose as she backed away from it.

Devon chuckled as he made his way over to the owner. Placing the book under his arm, he fished through his wallet before pulling out two single dollars.

Devon was still smiling as they opened their gate to their backyard, thumbing through the pages like a child with a Christmas catalog. "Hey, this one says it's good for curing the common cold," he exclaimed.

Hannah laughed as she bent down to pull a handful of encroaching weeds from between her blackeyed-susans. "Don't tell me you're going to start trying folk remedies next time your nose starts to run," she said as their German Shepard, Blitz, came rushing over towards her.

Devon continued flipping through the ancient pages. "This one claims to rid your property of all pests," he called out as Blitz, with his whole body wiggling, desperately tried to lick Hannah's face.

"Ugh," she groaned as she turned away from the overly friendly canine. "Dammit, Blitz," she muttered as the large dog continued to pester her. "Call for the damn dog so I can finish weeding the flowers," she hollered at Devon.

"Hmm, this sounds interesting, something about merging objects together," he muttered as he scanned over the page. Hannah glowered at Devon, one arm raised as a shield against the persistent pup. "How cool would it be to merge the washer and dryer together? It would wash the clothes and then dry them for you," Devon continued without looking up.

"Dammit, Devon!" Hannah called as she shoved Blitz off of her. The overly excited dog continued to try to thrust against her as she stood up. Fuming, she marched over to where Devon sat, nose thoroughly glued to his newest treasure. Snatching the book from his hands she angrily spat out, "The dog pays more attention to me than you do. Hell!" she exclaimed, "You're always nose deep in something, too busy to pay any attention to what's going on around you! Blitz is the only one in this house even trying to get any action anymore. "

Devon looked up at her, the hurt and anger clear in his eyes. The absurdity of her own statement caught up with her and she began to laugh. Shaking her head, she looked down at the book in her hand. "I ought to merge the two of you," she joked, "Maybe you'd get his sex drive and would finally pay me some attention," She raised the book and with a smile on her face she spoke the incantation. "Commisceo."

The color drained from Devon's face as he stared at her in horror. Hannah's smile drooped, "Oh come on, you of all people? There's no way that you can honestly believe in this shit..." she trailed off as the wind began to pick up. A cold unsettling grip grasped her spine as the book began to burn hot in her hand. She felt her stomach drop as a bright white light blinded her. Heart racing, she blinked rapidly trying to clear her vision. She sighed with relief as their backyard slowly came back into view. "Well, okay that was weird. I don't know how you pulled that off but you're a real asshole, Devon."

"I'm the asshole?" he growled from behind her. She jumped as he gripped her shoulder with sharp nails. Turning her head, she tried to shrug him off.

"Enough, your prank worked, just..." her eyes widened as she caught sight of him.

Where once he had been only slightly taller than herself, now he towered over her. Black and brown fur rippled over massively enlarged muscles. His eyes gleamed with a predatory sheen as his muzzle twisted into a smirk. "I can't believe that you merged me with the dog."

Hannah covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh god, Devon. I didn't really mean to, I'm so sorry," she whispered, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

Devon smiled, revealing more of his sharpened, white teeth. "Don't be, I haven't felt this great in ages. I've got so much energy." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "This is amazing."

Hannah let her eyes travel down his new body. Every inch was covered in soft velvety fur, his tail thumped lazily against the side of his leg. She blushed as she caught sight of his semi-flaccid cock. Like the rest of him, it seemed to have grown considerably. Her hand hovered, eager to touch but afraid to none-the-less.

A quiet chuckle came from above her, "If this is how Blitz feels then it's no wonder why he always wants to fuck." He closed the gap between them, pressing his rapidly growing cock into her hand. "What are you being shy for? You're the one that wanted this," he growled as he thrust against her.

Swallowing thickly, she closed her fingers around his thick shaft and gave a tentative squeeze. The anthro German Shepard growled low in his throat and began guiding her backwards towards an open patch of grass. With one paw firmly supporting the small of her back, he lowered her down onto the lawn. She watched hesitantly as he dragged a single claw down the front of her blouse, then with a smirk upon his face he tore open the offending material. Breathing heavily she watched as he made to tear through her bra.

"Don't," she protested, but with one flick of his wrist the bra was no more. A shiver wracked through her body as she realized just how much power this hybrid of her husband and dog possessed. With a roguish grin, he bent down and sucked her right breast into his muzzle, swirling his amply large, wet tongue over her nipple. With a moan, she arched into him, grinding herself against his leg. Fire spread throughout her body as he doubled his ministrations against her hardened bud. With an obscene pop, he released her breast, trailing saliva in it's wake as he moved over to give equal attention to the other side.

She could feel his cock throbbing into her hand as he rutted against her. With her dampened panties beginning to stick to her, she briefly wondered if his sharpened canine senses could already smell her arousal. His claws fumbled around her waistband. "Fuck me already," she moaned.

Chuckling, he sat back on his haunches. Now that he could see what he was doing, he made short work of the fastenings on her jeans. She raised her hips as he tore her pants from her. With a triumphant growl, he pounced on her, one paw beside her head, the other pressing into her shoulder. He rocked forward, mercilessly thrusting his cock against her wet folds. She whimpered as the head of his dick rubbed against her clit. As the fire continued to spread, the need to be filled, to be claimed rose up in insurmountable waves. Squirming with every thrust she desperately tried to line his cock up to finally enter her. With a snarl, he finally gave in. She moaned loudly as he thrust deep into her aching cunt, her walls pulling him in, filling her to an almost painful point. It wouldn't take long, she was already so close to the edge. She dug her fingers into his fur as his thrusting picked up speed. Muscles trembling under her grip, she could tell he wasn't far off either. She tensed up and with a cry her orgasm tore through her, leaving her convulsing around his cock as he spilled deep inside her.

With a satisfied grunt, Devon withdrew. Tongue lolling, he rolled to the side and collapsed onto the grass beside her. As their breathing calmed, Hannah turned to look him over. She took in his relaxed features as he casually flipped the pages in the old spell book that he had picked back up. There was no doubt in her mind that the male beside her contained her husband, but as her eyes lingered upon the vibrant fur and very doggish face she couldn't deny that there wasn't more to him. He wasn't just dressed in a costume, they weren't just pretending, or roleplaying, he was something different, something more than just himself. Did that make what she had just done cheating?

Nausea rose in her throat. She hadn't even tried to fix it when she first realized what had happened. Had she really just let a dog's instincts overcome both of them? Even though this Devon-Blitz hybrid had made the first move, that didn't make it right. Had Devon even consented at all or had it all been Blitz? She racked her brain, trying to recall what she had seen on that page. Maybe she could undo it, maybe he wouldn't remember. She wasn't sure she could keep it from him but she had to do something. The words of the incantation swirled before her mind's eye. Would repeating it undo it? There was only one way to find out...

Trembling, she uttered a single word... "Commisceo."

Devon's eyes widened as the wind rushed through his fur. Hannah's mouth felt dry, her body began to shake. He never should have bought that damned book, she thought as the white light engulfed her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

She felt a tugging towards the back of her mind, as though she was being pulled upwards. Her mind lashed out, as though desperately trying to hold onto something. Panic began to set in, fear surged through her and then... it was over.

As she awoke she noticed a fullness that hadn't been there before. The light began to clear as she blinked her eyes. Something was most definitely different. The grass was a rich vibrant shade of green that she had never noticed before, while everything else seemed dull by comparison. She raised a hand to wipe at her eyes and gasped. Her arm was covered in a bristly black fur. Taking a deep breath she glanced down. Her eyes roved over a heavily muscled body clad entirely in that same bristly fur. She ran her hands over her chest, taking in her transformation as she pinched and prodded, still not quite believing what she was seeing. As she continued to explore her new body, a hand shot out from her peripheral vision and snatched an offending fly from midair. With a start she realized that this third arm belonged to her. Trepidation settled in her stomach as she flexed a set of muscles in her back that she had not previously noticed. Six, bristly black hands appeared before her face.

"Hannah?"

She turned, taking in the sight of Devon still clad in his own brown and black fur. He was raised up on his elbows, looking intently at her new form. With an eyebrow raised and a smirk upon his face he said, "Did you just merge yourself with a spider?" He laughed, "Decided to join in on the fun, huh? I didn't know you were into spiders, I would have expected, I dunno, a rabbit or something."

She narrowed her eyes and took a step towards him. He pushed up off of the ground and casually walked around her, checking out her new form from every angle. As his eyes roamed over her muscled body and came to rest upon the fur clad junction between her legs, his cock began to stir again.

"Seems like Blitz is quick to recover," he growled.

The spider within her reared up. She was not the prey here and Devon had another thing coming if he thought otherwise. With a speed and a strength she had never before possessed she pushed him backwards and into a wooden lawn chair. Eyes wide and mouth agape, he stared at her as though truly seeing her for the first time. Licking his lips he asked, "And what are you planning on doing?"

Her mandibles twitched in a resemblance of a smile as she leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Whatever I want."

She took a strand of silk that she had not consciously thought about producing and began wrapping it around his chest, securing him to the back of the chair. Suddenly alert, he pulled against the thread. It held fast. She took her time, it was easy enough to hold him in place with her ample arms as she wound more and more of the silver silken thread around his body. His cock throbbed as more restraints were added. Before long his arms were thoroughly fastened to the chair, as were his legs and chest. She had left his rock hard cock easily accessible and she languidly pumped it with one of her many furred hands.

"I think I like this combination," Devon murmured as he squirmed in his webbed restraints. Hannah mumbled her agreement as she trailed her tongue over the pulse in her mate's neck. Every hand was occupied; one grasping the fur on Devon's head to make sure he kept his neck exposed, one trailing over the sensitive furs of her own body, another keeping a steady rhythm on his cock while a second fondled his furry balls. The remaining two were working on her own need, one feverishly pumping in and out of her fur-clad cunt, the other relentlessly teasing her clit. Her arousal dripped down onto his lap as she straddled her captive male.

"Fuck me," he snarled as he tried to thrust upward.

Hannah nipped at his neck. "You are in no position to make demands," she whispered as she released another long strand of spider silk. Taking the silk between her hands she wove it into a shimmery band. Devon eyed it warily. "Open your mouth," she ordered. Devon clamped his muzzle tighter together. The anthro-spider's mandibles twitched in irritation. Eyes narrowed to slits, grinding her teeth she uttered, "Open. Your. Mouth."

Devon swallowed thickly but still refused to yield. With a snarl she forced his muzzle open with her ample strength and wrapped the band through his mouth to the back of his head where the strands stuck fast together. Satisfied that her husband wouldn't be making anymore demands, she resumed her focus upon his neck, leaving saliva-dampened fur in her wake.

As she felt the tale-tell signs of her own impending orgasm she removed her hands and placed them upon Devon's arms. She grinned, pausing for a moment to take in the sight before her. Devon with his eyes lidded, bound and gagged in her own silk, with pre-cum leaking from the tip of his throbbing cock was a fair sight different than the earlier Devon whom had held her to the ground and teased and tormented her.

With a satisfied groan she impaled herself upon his aching member, his moan muffled but not stopped by the band of silk. She set a relentless pace, rough and fast as she took what she wanted with no regards to him at all. He was merely there to serve her needs and when she was finished, the spider whispered, she would dispose of him as spiders do. She snaked a hand between them and frantically rubbed at her reddened clit as she thrust onto him again and again. Heat coiled in her belly, quickly expanding. She felt Devon release into her, coating her insides with his warm seed and finally she found her own release. Quivering, she drenched both of them in her juices. Black spots danced before her eyes, the rush was just too much and without much ado she collapsed on-top of the panting hybrid. ~~~~~~~~~~

Her head pounded, her body felt battered and sore and extremely sticky. Hannah cringed against the sunlight as she opened her eyes. She had never been more uncomfortable in her life. The ground beneath her shifted and it was then that she realized that she was laying on-top of someone. Pushing herself up, she glanced down at Devon. He was still covered from head to toe in fur, still sported a dog's muzzle though no smirk was upon it now. A band of spider's silk was still clamped tightly between his jaws. With a quick self assessment she realized that she was back to normal, albeit naked. Looking back at Devon she wondered allowed, "Why are you still a dog?"

Devon merely glared at her.

"Oh, right," she blushed before heading inside to retrieve a pair of scissors. She carefully cut the makeshift gag and removed it from his mouth.

He stretched his jaw and calmly said, "Could you remove the rest? I thought you were never going to wake up."

With a quick nod, she got to work, cutting the bindings that she had wrapped him in. It took several minutes to cut through the massive amount of spider's silk she had used. Once free, Devon stood up and stretched.

"So, why am I back to normal and you aren't?" she asked again.

Devon shrugged. "You fell asleep right after sex, guess I wore you out," he winked. Hannah scowled back at him. "Anyway, the white light flashed and there you were again, back to normal. Since I'm still clearly a German Shepard and the only real difference between us is that I haven't slept, I'd assume that sleeping breaks the spell."

"Well, go to sleep then, let's see if you're right."

Devon looked around the back yard. "Alright, I am pretty tired. I'll be right in, just got to take care of something first."

"Like what?" she looked around but couldn't see anything that looked urgent.

"You were asleep for awhile and I've got to piss. Can't quite shake the desire to mark the yard," he called over his shoulder with a smirk.

"Ugh, damned dog," she sighed as she turned to head into the house.