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There were worse things in the world than coming home to a cold, empty house, but when that was what you'd just done, they were hard to think of.

For Cooper, seeing the empty living room in front of him was a bitter reminder of a better life that no longer was. The house was his, but he didn't consider that worth celebrating, much less did he think of it as a victory.

He'd give all of it away just to see another pair of shoes already kicked off at the door and his wife waiting for him in the living room, curled up with her favorite book and a smile on her face.

"Never gonna see that again. Probably never gonna see another woman again," his tone was bitter as the first cold slice of winter air through the leaves of fall, his demeanor slumped and defeated as he stepped out of his dress shoes and dropped his briefcase by the couch.

After a long day at the office, the second month after his divorce was just like the first month, as if the whole experience was being played on a loop for him. He'd shuffle to the kitchen, microwave a frozen dinner and sit at the table in silence, alone with his thoughts.

The experience was so reminiscent that he was starting to wonder if that day was his entire existence, and only the sound of a knock on the door was able to bring him out of his daze.

He hadn't even touched his food, and he never would have realized it if not for the sound.

"Who on earth would be stopping by my place at this hour?" he wondered aloud. He didn't have many friends after the details of his divorce went public, leaving him to question how many of his friends were only hanging around because of what his ex-wife did for them.

He knew it wasn't her at the door, and never even got his hopes up for it as he unlocked the knob and looked outside. "Yes?"

" Hi!"

Cooper would have only raised a brow at such a cheerful reaction if it were the usual little girl peddling charity cookies or someone promoting a religion, but his eyes widened as a tall, perfectly blend of canine and human features stood at his door, utterly naked, save for the coat of fur that sat so naturally upon her bodice.

Panic told him to grab the door and slam it in her face. Shock kept him from doing so before she bounded inside and picked Cooper up straight from the floor, her body _deceptively_strong. Resisting made more sense, but when Cooper whipped his arm around to strike the bitch, she moved her head around it and threw him off balance, forcing him to grab onto her body like a bride being carried through the threshold.

The front door hung open, letting in the terrible draft of early winter as she carried him right up the stairs to his bedroom, as if she inherently knew where it was.

"Listen, y-you...whatever you are...you need to put me down and get the hell out of my house this instant!"

She flattened her ears back to her head a little bit at the tone in his voice, but the creature didn't listen. She carried him all the way up the stairs into his bedroom and easily tossed him onto the bed, leaving him disoriented and defenseless as she climbed right in and pounced over the top of him.

"You haven't changed a bit, Daddy."

What would have been a panicked reaction quickly soured into a wrinkled expression as Cooper struggled against the stronger creature. She wasn't human, but carried all of the proper features to be one, even if her visage and fur pattern suggested that she was a golden retriever.

She had the tenacity of one at the very least, as she kept Cooper pinned to the bed, her paws settled upon his wrists. "I am not your father! I know I don't see my kids as often as I should, but they look nothing like you!"

"Oh...of course you don't recognize me like this!" she realized her mistake and giggled. "That isn't your fault, Daddy. You're still the same, but I've changed a lot since the last time I was here!"

"You've never been here!" he argued plainly, even as she leaned over and licked his cheek.

He had no idea the gravity that action carried, as her tainted saliva crept into his skin. "I used to live here! I know I had a different name then, but I've got lots of great memories in this house! It's still kinda sad that Mom left when she did, though..."

Cooper prayed that he would wake up at his work desk and realize that he'd fallen into a horrible nightmare. In the moment, he would have rather gone back for another hour of work than remain trapped under the grinding hips and tender bodice of the canine above him.

That desire was slowly changing at his freshly trimmed cheek began sprouting a fresh beard, but the texture of his hair was completely different, and it was spreading impossibly quick.

"H...how did you know that my wife just left me? How could you possibly have known that?"

"Cause I helped her move all of her stuff out, Daddy. I wasn't making this up!"

It was too strange to be a coincidence, and the familiarity in the depths of her eyes were confusing Cooper even more than that; he swore that he'd seen them before in his own son, and Kyle was the one who did the bulk of the work, moving his mother out of the house when his parents split.

His lips trembled as he played along, clinging to the last thread of hope that he shared no relation to the canine that was making a mess of his crotch. "Are y-you...are you really Kyle?"

"Kylie!" she replied cheerfully, slurping her father's other cheek and letting out another cheerful giggle. "I told you that it was me, Daddy! I guess this new body has a lot of people fooled...no one seems to recognize me!"

Just accepting that the lustful female on top of him was his transformed daughter sounded every bit as crazy in Cooper's mind as one might think. There was a plethora more questions to be answered, but he was having trouble keeping his mind on those thoughts as patchy, uneven fur began spreading down his chin and neck, toward the little bit of his chest that was exposed by his loosened collar.

"How in the hell could I possibly recognize you like this?!" Cooper demanded an answer from Kylie, but her expression told of such confusion that he knew a proper response wasn't coming. "You look nothing like yourself anymore! If not for your eyes, I never would have guessed that it was you, but...none of that even matters now...what matters is you putting on some clothes and getting the hell out of my bed!"

"But I'm horny."

Kylie titled her head to the side just slightly, one of her ears flopping over as she looked down at her father with confusion. The lack of shame and taboo that a canine mind experienced, combined with the acceptance of lust that a human mind knew left her straddling his crotch and leaking arousal onto his dress pants without a hint of remorse or shame.

She looked adorable in her misunderstanding, to boot.

"That's not something you're supposed to share with family, Kylie!" Cooper adapted to the name change impressively quick. "We can sort all of this out in the morning, but right now, you need to go to your old bedroom and let me figure out what to do about this!"

She whined and rolled her hips once more, pressing her heated sex hard against his crotch, trying to find the bulge of his cock. "But I don't think I can wait until morning!" she protested, her normally human logic entirely overwhelmed by her natural heat. "I need to fuck you now!"

"You're not gonna fuck me at all!" he was still trying to protest, but his voice was getting weaker each time that he did. He couldn't fathom why he'd have any trouble telling Kylie to get off him, knowing how wrong it would be for him to bed his own daughter, and it wasn't the fact that she was so clearly aroused that was slowing him down, just yet.

Her scent, something he'd never been able to catch as a human, was permeating the air with pheromones.

"But why not?" Kylie asked, her mind truly having forgotten what the problem would be. "I can feel you starting to throb...and you smell heavenly, Daddy. I know what that smell means."

Cooper wanted to deny feeling any arousal for her. It was natural for his body to react to physical contact, but his length was getting stiffer than he was comfortable with.

It also felt like it was trying to sink inside of his body, and his dress shirt was getting painfully tight as something stretched all the seams to the limit. "We...we just can't do this, Kylie."

Weaker and weaker protests left Kylie to grin atop her father and lean over his form, keeping her womanhood pressed to his growing bulge. "A bitch in heat needs what she needs, Daddy. Sometimes, it doesn't matter where she gets it from, but...I want it from you."

The lines continued to blur as Cooper tried to twist his expression in disgust, but found his lips were stiff and refusing to cooperate. His nose started to wrinkle, but then felt hard and stubborn as his face began to stretch out.

From the moment Kylie licked his face, he was changing slowly, but the transformation was picking up pace, as if his body knew that there was a task at hand that only another canine could handle.

His own daughter brushed her open palm along his growing muzzle with an appreciative smile, as she recognized the confusion in his eyes. "Relax, Daddy. It happened to me, too. It'll all be over soon, and I promise that you'll love it when it's all said and done."

It was hard for Cooper to think about love in any form between his divorce, and the way that his transformed daughter was tempting him into something so forbidden. His paternal love and concern for her was shifting to something he wasn't comfortable with, but like the rip of his shirt as a fresh coat of fur became too much for it, or the shift of his ears as they grew out and began folding over with their weight, it was a change that he was helpless to stop.

He could only remember trying to understand it before logic went completely out the window, along with the seat of his pants, torn asunder by the burst of a long, thin bulge of flesh. Fur quickly wrapped around all sides of it as it grew into his tail, and the very tip wiggled around the edge of the bed as human morals and societal norms became less and less important.

"Is it supposed to feel...l-like...my bones are all melting?" Cooper asked, his lower jaw trembling as his tongue expanded, briefly becoming too large to fit within his mouth. The slow shift of a flatter face to a longer, defined muzzle took care of that problem, and fur quickly sprouted out from the bridge of his nose, giving his expression a more natural look.

In almost all ways, he was the same blend of a human and a canine that his daughter was, but the way she was most concerned about had yet to be revealed.

"Sounds about right," she replied simply, her mind still too singular in its pursuit to worry much about her father's experience. "But there should be one thing that's really nice and stiff."

The human aspects of tone and fetish mingled so well with natural, canine lust that Kylie would have seemed downright hedonistic to someone less exposed, but she could already see the shift in her father's eyes. She released his wrists, knowing that he wouldn't try to move her any longer, and put her paws to work on his dress pants, finding that they just managed to stretch with the growth of fur underneath.

His shirt was nothing more than tatters, and with a quick tug on his belt and a yank of the zipper, his pants were forgotten, as well.

"Looks about right to me," she confirmed as she admired his cock, tapered at the tip and marbled with unique tones of red and pink. It was the last box to be checked, and the sight of precum spilling from the obvious gap of his urethra left her folds heated anew, knowing how virile his seed would be.

For all his resistance before, Cooper was free of the shame that once slowed him. "I didn't think looking at it would be enough to sate you. That's almost disappointing," he teased, staying leaned back for his transformed daughter.

She took the bait without hesitation and pressed the front of her naked sex to his shaft, pushing it back and pinning it to his torso as she slipped over it. It popped right back up and throbbed at her backside as she positioned herself over it, guiding it back into her transformed folds with less ease than she was expecting.

She was ready: warm, _soaking_wet and eager, but her father was much bigger than her last mate.

"Maybe I'm n-not ready for you after all, Daddy," she winced and panted quietly as her expression danced between lust and concern. His wider shaft spread her womanhood apart with delicious pressure as she sat herself back onto it, easing her way down over the plentiful inches he granted to her, but she could hardly breathe when her labia pushed down against the birth of his sheath.

Whether she was ready or not, she'd given her father a taste of the forbidden fruit, and neither one would be satisfied with a mere sample.

"Only one way for you to learn from your mistakes, little girl. You've got to see this through to the end."

The natural strength granted to Kylie by her transformed body was overtaken now that her father was of the same change. Giving him the chance to use his paws again was all that it took for Cooper to turn the tables, and feeling her body all the way settled in his lap made it easy for his arms to wrap around her lower back and keep her in tight.

She was turned with such mild resistance that Cooper knew she wasn't trying to stop him. Her hips hit the bed first, before she was rolled flat onto her back. Her legs kicked up out of an inborn instinct, and her thick, grippy footpaws latched onto her father's backside as he leaned over her in a position that humans perfected.

Their canine aspects would catch up rapidly; Cooper's knees were perfectly comfortable against the covers, his hips were a blur in moments and his daughter was clinging to him desperately, torn between slowing his pace to draw out the moment and squeezing him tighter to rapidly drive him to climax.

"Fucking you...t-that's no mistake, Daddy," Kylie panted beneath her transformed father and looked up to him less as his offspring and more as his lover, seeing all the features of a male that could satisfy her need to be bred. "But I'll _gladly_keep going till y-you...till you cum..."

They were true dogs in their intensity. Cooper could feel her body adjusting to the impressive, delightful girth of his manhood as he continued to drive into her thighs, even when he thrusted with such force that she bounced against the bed.

She was clinging to him ever tighter, her claws buried into the flesh above his rear. She outright refused to stop him.

"You've really got no shame about it, baby. You want it more than your mother ever did..."

"Mommy doesn't know what she's missing."

"Her loss."

Kylie giggled and slurped affectionately at her father's neck, holding still for him so that he could reach the absolute limit of what her body could handle. "You c-can say that again, Daddy."

As his fur was matted by the tainted saliva that started him down this path in the first place, Cooper felt his daughter's inner walls fluttering with the start of orgasmic delights. His fangs gritted as he tried to deny the familiar tickle in the pit of his torso, but her skillful womanhood was more than he could handle for long, and his canine nature was kicking in as his digits clenched the sheets, looking for any bit of leverage he could get.

The headboard was slamming fiercely against the wall as he gave in completely to the beastly instincts within and rutted Kylie, pounding her haunches into the bed and leaving her to tremble with her own release as his knot emerged against her folds and demanded entry.

She couldn't imagine denying it that right.

Bliss failed to describe the sensations that ran through her form as the warm, plentiful cum of her own father gushed into her happily taken sex and flooded her womb. She quivered with delight and whimpered in place before biting down on what scruff of his neck that she could reach, needing something to ground her; the pleasure was too much for her to handle without it.

Cooper's rapid panting would have to suffice as a warning. "G-gonna...c...urf...rff..." was as far as his voice would reach before he gritted his fangs again and groaned, his body freezing up upon her own and keeping his knot buried inside of her as strings of his yield sprayed across her insides.

Only the faintest trickle of his seed was able to spring around the wide, natural seal their bodies created, and it faded rapidly into the sheets, along with any regret they ever could have had about the act.

**

The wave of transformations that spread so rapidly across the city that holiday season was only contained thanks to a courier that happened to walk in on a pair of strange looking creatures in the middle of a passionate act.

If they hadn't left the door open, it was likely that no one ever would have known about the infection in the first place, or come to believe the rumors of what happened at that fateful holiday party.

In a quarantined building closer to the city, Kylie was sitting with her father, still transformed and utterly unaware of what the problem was.

"Are they gonna run more tests on us today?" she asked, a quiet pout in her voice as she looked to the door with a cringe. Every time their cell opened, it was another round of shots, bloodwork, or some other uncomfortable physical inspection.

For once, it was welcome company, as Kleo and Samuel entered the cell as an understanding couple.

The girls had more in common than their transformed states: Each one was sporting a rotund belly, and a pair of proud fathers were left completely unaware that their presence in the cell had more to do with their children than their own transformation.

In the meantime...they'd be allowed to have all the fun they wanted, so long as they were kept distracted.