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Catherine lapped idly at the sour, bitter flavor of the potion. Wishful thinking, sure, but she kept glancing over at Tendai and Rufaro in the hopes that the magic would turn her male. She'd managed to get Chipo into the kennel, but the only source of water was the potion itself. She'd been drinking from it for a while now, the unpleasant tingle in her belly worth it to sate her thirst.

Nearby, Chipo was whining and licking her swollen snatch. As a copy of Chipo, Catherine knew exactly how the bitch felt, at least physically. Her animalistic lust kept entering her mind, making the former career woman ask herself why she was still bothering. She'd been fucked _two_times, and Chipo once. Odds were good it was too late to make a difference. Why not just walk to the bathroom and drink from the toilet...after the two males had their way with her? Chipo obviously wanted it, too.

But Catherine managed to keep her urges at bay. She kept her mind on the end goal - surviving until the witch, ZeZe, returned in two days, while keeping Chipo as safe as possible to keep the African woman on her side. After a sleepless night lying in front of the kennel to block Chipo from reaching the males (who'd finally given up and forcing their way into the wire cage), Catherine took another gulp of potion and grimaced. She was going to need a reliable source of food and water, and pretty soon, the dogs would need to go to the bathroom. She couldn't very well have Chipo defecating in the small kennel!

The males were sleeping, so Catherine developed her plan. When she was finally ready, the middle-aged woman jumped out of the kennel, keeping the door open. Chipo woke, startled, when the kennel started to move. Catherine wasted no time, grabbing the base wire in her teeth and tugging backward, hard. Thankfully, it moved! She was stronger than she thought, pulling the kennel three or four inches with each tug.

Of course, the noise and commotion had woken Tendai and Rufaro. Catherine made sure to block the entrance of the kennel so they couldn't get in with Chipo, but that left her _own_rump conspicuously available. She dug her hind legs into the floor, keeping her butt down as she slid backwards toward the open bathroom.

Sure enough, both males leapt excitedly around behind her, fighting each other over her rump. Catherine ignored them as best she could, focused purely on reaching the bathroom. In the back of her mind, she _knew_one of them would push the other out of the way and climb onto her defenseless hindquarters, and she'd already prepared herself for the worst. She just hoped it was Tendai instead of the huge malamute!

Unfortunately, Rufaro was the one who leapt onto her back the first time. Growling, she yanked the kennel backward, shoving it a full foot and colliding with the surprised purebred. He bounced away confused. Then Tendai tried, but again, as soon as he climbed onto her back, she gave the kennel a yank, and the sound and motion sent her thumping against the surprised Ridgeback. Tendai, too, yelped and hopped off.

_This is working!_she thought. The bathroom was only five feet away. Keeping her rump low and her tail down, she managed to back her way all the way to the pristine-looking bathroom. The two males, amazingly, darted away, leaving the bathroom clear and safe when she tugged it flush with the door. The kennel stuck out into the living room, but blocked any entrance into the bathroom itself (Catherine had a 40% chance of her plan failing spectacularly, rolled 62).

Now, Chipo could finally leave the kennel and she went _straight_for the toilet, drinking greedily. She hadn't had water for almost a day, and part of the day involved getting it _hard_from Rufaro. Catherine knew exactly how she felt, but before she could drink, she had to make sure the makeshift door blocker would work.

The two males pushed and nudged the kennel, desperate to get in with the two, hot bitches, but Catherine could watch and pull it flush whenever they managed to twist it a little bit. With a tiny bit of concentration, the woman knew she could keep the kennel right where she wanted. The dogs jumped and spun in circles, whining in frustration, when Catherine realized there was nothing blocking the upper half of the bathroom door. A clever dog could jump onto the wire roof and leap right into the bathroom. There was nothing she could do about that, and if it happened...they were fucked, literally. Turning around, she went for the toilet, pushing Chipo out of the way. If the dogs figured out how to leap over, that was that. No use worrying about it. (The dogs had a 20% chance of figuring out how to get over the kennel, rolled a 62 again - they aren't that clever).

And so Catherine spent the next day and a half in the bathroom with Chipo, grateful for ready access to water. She plugged the potion closed in case she might spill it. Unfortunately, she didn't have a good solution for their excretory systems. Without food, at least, there wasn't much poop. She managed to use the toilet by perching on a little step-stool next to the sink, and Chipo only needed to pee, but the males must have pooped out in the living room, because she could smell it. What a disaster!

The biggest problem was that there was still a day to go, and Catherine was hungry. The idea of eating kibble certainly wasn't appealing, but she couldn't exactly get to the kitchen. The dog food was upstairs, and maybe, if she was lucky, ZeZe had some snacks up there as well, but how to get past the gate while keeping Chipo safe? She couldn't exactly move the kennel with taking a big risk. Finally, stomach growling, Catherine had had enough. Reaching up onto the countertop, she grabbed a metal stand for hand-towels, and jammed it between the kennel and the door hinge, locking the kennel in place. It wouldn't stand up to serious pressure, but it should keep Chipo safe long enough for Catherine to gather food.

While the males weren't smart enough to climb on top of the kennel, Catherine was. Using the step stool, she hopped on top, which instantly got Rufaro's attention, and then Tendai. No need to give them too many ideas, so she didn't wait, aiming for the stairs. She leapt and landed right next to the gate upstairs. There was the latch - she just had to nose it upward and get through...

(She had an 80% chance of being cornered before opening the gate, rolled a 26 - she's caught.)

It didn't lift. Not in time. She tried again, but before she could, she felt a nose beneath her tail. Leaping a foot in the air, the startled woman spun around to face her assaulter. Of course it was Rufaro; the overgrown puppy always eager for a piece of tail. Catherine tried to operate the latch with her butt, but that was even harder, particularly when she was growling at the eager males. Still, at least they couldn't reach her rump!

That didn't stop Rufaro, however. The inexperienced malamute could smell a bitch in heat, and that meant one thing: mount! Before Catherine knew what was happening, the big, black dog hopped onto her back - from the front. She was much smaller than he, and he had no trouble wrapping his front paws around her legs and cinching her in place.

Fuck!_she thought, her eyes now face-to-face with Rufaro's crotch. Tendai politely waited alongside, watching with interest. Catherine's nose was pressed neatly up against the bony, red prick poking out from his sheath. She knew she could bite him - _hard- and that would get him off of her, but she was trying _not_to harm ZeZe's pets. His musk filled her nostrils yet again, causing the Chipo inside her to shiver and shove her tail to the side.

Thankfully, her rear end was still pressed to the gate, or Tendai might have seen that as an invitation! The middle-aged woman had no idea what to do now. Even if she managed to open the gate, how could she back through without the males following her? There was no way she could shove Rufaro off of her. Taking a deep breath of his strong, male odor, Catherine realized she wasn't going anywhere until the malamute was satisfied. Biting her lip, the transformed Ridgeback extended her tongue and cupped Rufaro's cock.

One feel of her slick mouth was enough for Rufaro to dissolve into a series of frantic thrusts. He didn't know or care that the warm wetness wasn't her spade. He humped eagerly into her long muzzle, quickly growing between her wide open mouth. I can't believe I'm doing this... she thought, but considering she'd already been _fucked_by each of the dogs, a muzzle job was surely better. Rufaro's appreciative whines and whimpers were all she could hear as she wrapped her tongue around his pumping dick, suckling gently.

As a human, she'd rarely deigned to suck another man, finding it degrading. Well, this was even _more_degrading, but she gave it her all, knowing that the sooner she made the dog cum, the sooner she could try to book it for the food. She curled her wide tongue around the strangely-shaped shaft, _slurping_noisily as he pushed back and forth. His salty cock pressed deep into her mouth, rubbing against her cheeks and her tongue, filling her nose and mouth with his musky maleness. He bucked harder, his balls swinging back and forth until they _smacked_her in the chin, but she just ignored it, focusing on her tongue-work.

This is going to work, she thought, before she felt it. _Oops!_Now she remembered the tie, the swelling at the base of his cock that had locked her so neatly together with the two dogs before. Before she could stop him, he hilted himself into her muzzle, and try as she might to pull away, she could feel him swelling just inside her teeth.

She didn't dare hurt the dog. Who knew what ZeZe would do then? She pressed back so hard her butt fur pushed through the gate in a checkered pattern, but he was insistent. She couldn't pull her mouth off of him, and now it was too late. Her teeth were locked just beyond his swollen knot, and she had to do whatever she could not to accidentally bite him. Her mouth was pried farther and farther apart, until she was gasping for air, tied neatly to the malamute.

_Well...shit,_she thought, a second before the dog came.

He humped in hard, short bursts, each one launching another sticky volley against the back of her throat, where she had no choice but to gag and swallow. He pumped over and over into her, just like he had the day before, only now she had to taste his tangy cum. There was so much it started to run down the sides of her mouth, landing on the carpet below her. If his scent had seemed strong before, now his white balls were positively fuming. She could barely keep her wits about her.

And then he turned around, stepping over her head. The satisfied malamute just panted, oblivious to how his weighty balls now rested directly on her nose. He just grunted and squeezed another several loads out while Catherine gulped as fast as she could.

Her cheeks were burning at being used in such a way, but the middle-aged woman could do nothing, even when the large dog started to whine and tug at his knot, his over-sensitive cock finally feeling overwhelmed. He tugged and pulled, his bulge trying at her sore jaws. But she couldn't let him out unless he shrank a good deal more!

She was shoved forward again. And again, and suddenly she realized she couldn't feel the gate against her rump anymore. He was pulling her away from safety! Digging all four legs into the carpet, she pulled back, her mouth straining at the malamute's cock. But it was too late.

(50% chance to hold her ground, rolled a 41, failed).

Tendai wasn't about to pass up a chance at a piece of ridgeback tail. As soon as there was a foot of room between Catherine and the gate, he was there, wrapping his paws around her. _No, no, no, no!_she yipped, but she was caught between a knot and a hard cock. The Thai Ridgeback leaned forward on her back, humping hard and fast until she had moved far enough away from the gate to give him room. And then, like that...

Thrust!

Her muffled whines were barely audible thanks to Rufaro's still-swollen cock, but Catherine was suddenly stuffed on both ends, her heat-swollen pussy spread apart in one smooth motion by the eager breeder. Her triangular mound was spread into a wide sphere stretching in and out with each powerful thrust, until the second dog was balls deep in her. She knew there was no way out of it now - Tendai was going to knot her too, and if she wasn't already knocked up, this would be it. Third time's the charm, after all. She panted for air, only able to suck in the musky air around her nose, closing her eyes and humping up and down.

She'd been trying so hard to keep the males away, but now they'd had their way with her three times, and gotten at shot at Chipo as well. She whined and shuddered, squeezing down and riding the thick cock inside her, every synapse of her sensitive pussy squealing with pleasure. She may have debased herself with two dogs, but at least it felt fucking good. She gulped up the last few drops of Rufaro's cum, even as she slammed back against Tendai, waiting for his better-aimed load.

While one dog tugged to free himself from her clenching jaws, the other pounded hard to lock himself in her heat-swollen cunt. Soon, they were tugging against each other, each pulling back at the same time, stretching the poor transformed woman in both directions. She could hardly help from whining as she felt Tendai hardening inside her, her trembling pussy bulging out and squeezing down around him until he couldn't have backed out if he'd tried. Which was the last thing the Ridgeback wanted to do.

Whining, Catherine stuck out her tongue, managing to squeeze it past the malamute's huge knot. She moaned as the tip of her tongue finally reached those thick, sweaty balls that had recently filled her throat. She gulped and gulped, bucking her hips, hardly remembering how she ought to feel in this situation. All she remembered now were the waves of pleasure pulsing through her spasming spade as the stud took advantage of her raised rump. She felt him slam against her, his balls smacking her rump. She was _his_now, and he held on tight to his eager bitch. Again and again, he grinded his tip against her deepest point, making the woman _yip_and groan. She was overheating fast, and with Rufaro's hot balls on her tongue, she couldn't even pant.

Oh fuck..._she groaned again, waiting for the inevitable. Before she could pass out, though, the malamute gave a mighty tug and pulled himself out of her straining jaws. She stared straight down at the ground, panting and drooling and _slamming_herself back against Tendai just as fast as he humped forward. She clenched down hard around his knot, trying to hold him deep, her tail wagging against his thighs. Whining, she tossed her head back and_howled.

There was nothing to do now but orgasm like a bitch in heat. Her body lost all control, bouncing around and trembling in every direction as waves of heat and lust engulfed her small mind. Tendai grunted and groaned behind her, pounding away in her convulsing cavern until he, too, dropped his jaw and howled, his voice joining hers as he bred her as best he could. Every thick _splurt_had nowhere to go but in, and if Catherine knew her body at all, she knew that this was it.

(50% chance to get knocked up, rolled a 95, still not pregnant!).

If such a thing were even possible in her state, she was sure she was pregnant. But she didn't even care, squealing and humping and milking Tendai for everything he was worth. Rufaro didn't show any interest in his recent mate, playing with a bone on the floor while Tendai finished up his business. He dumped the entire content of his nuts into Catherine, only letting go and going tail-to-tail when he was completely finished with her.

Catherine drooled uselessly on the floor, just a few feet from the safety of the gate. _I've got to get out of here!_she realized, losing herself in the sheer mindless pleasure of being an obedient bitch. If she was ever going to get out of this, she..._unnngh, so good!_She yipped and tugged at their tight tie, enjoying the sheer intimacy of such a powerful connection.

Tendai left her in a puddle, drooling on the floor when he finally pulled out. While he went to get a drink from the watering bowls, Catherine tried desperately to get her head back together. If she didn't get up soon, she knew Rufaro would take his place. Did she really want to stop him?

Catherine shook her head, but only to clear it. The gate was just behind her! Glancing at the two dogs who'd finished with her for now, the transformed Ridgeback got up to shaky legs, her wet rump still dripping, and went uncontested to the gate. With a little work, she got the latch open, and she walked safely through, closing it behind her. Finally.

Thankfully, she'd left the door open to the dog food. She was hungry enough by now, and humiliated enough to eat the dog food without complaint. It was crunchy, but surprisingly salty and tasty. But what was she going to do about Chipo? If Catherine stayed upstairs, the males would get through to her eventually, and get a second, third, fourth, and fifth chance to breed her. If Catherine somehow made it back into the bathroom, she could protect Chipo, but if she wasn't fast enough, she knew exactly what Tendai and Rufaro would do to her.

Catherine filled a plastic bag with dog food, enough to easily last until ZeZe's return. She could grip it easily in her teeth, but she had to finally decide:

She should:

1. Try to trick the males upstairs and lock the gate.
2. Try to jump off the kennel and into the bathroom before the dogs can catch her.
3. Leave Chipo to her rather pleasant fate, angering the one witch who could change her back.

* * * * *

Nothing about this circle of mushrooms looked like good news to Antonio. Maybe it was just a natural formation, and maybe it wasn't, but time was running out and he had to get home. If she changed back from a doe in the middle of the forest, he'd be stranded, naked, and without his wheelchair!

She turned to take a step back, but her feet weren't working. She tried again, able to pick her hoof up, but she couldn't seem to turn it around herself. With horror, she wondered if her Ataxic Cerebral Palsy had somehow manifested in her doe form. But no, her other paws worked fine. It was just the one that was in the circle of mushrooms that refused to move.

Grunting, she tried even harder to pull away from the circle. Desperate, she reached forward with her other front hoof to try to dislodge her stuck leg, and as soon as that hoof passed into the circle, it, too was stuck. The circle was magic!

(Antonio had a 70% chance of being drawn into the circle, rolled 7 - she's trapped).

Before she knew what she was doing, she stepped all the way into the clearing. All four hooves seemed to march to their own drum, walking her right into the center of the circle. Eyes wide, Antonio glanced around the clearing, trying to catch a glimpse of the movement she had seen earlier. What_is_this place!?

What happened next was a blur. She saw something - a man, a flash of white, antlers. She saw an arm move in a wide circle before her vision became locked ahead, and then she saw him. A big, white stag with a brilliant set of antlers. His inky black eyes regarded Antonio with curiosity and contempt. She watched this striking creature approach, nostrils flaring.

Why couldn't I have turned into that_,_Antonio wondered. With almost mystical regality, the stag sniffed along her side. She tried to turn to watch him, but she couldn't move anything but her eyes. Straining, she could merely see his flanks as he walked along beside her. But when he circled around her, the next thing she glimpsed sent her heart racing faster than before. There, beneath his firm belly, she saw his sheath, a bright red shaft poking out, impossibly long.

_Wait - no..._she thought.

Another flash clouded her vision, and the stag must be behind her. She could feel his hot breath and he scented her. Antonio was no idiot - the stag was going to -

Still paralyzed, Antonio felt herself release, urinating right in front of his nose. This elicited a loud snort from the buck and then she felt a large weight on her back. Twin hooves tucked around her hips, and she didn't need to look back to know that the magnificent creature had mounted her. Yet try as she might, the former teenager couldn't move a single hoof. She couldn't turn to look. It almost felt like a dream, where you're running and running but going nowhere.

Except, in _this_dream, you got fucked by a deer.

Desperately, she tried to speak, to scare the buck away, to relate her fears. But he didn't care about her fears or her desires. She felt him climb further onto her back until his breath gushed against the back of her head. As much as she couldn't move, the tingle on her sensitive ears made them twitch.

The trees in the distance forest blurred out, taking twisted, monstrous shapes silhouetted by the moonlit sky. Continuity was an illusion, but Antonio remembered one thing quite, quite distinctly - when the stag pressed his slender tip against her tender folds. And the moment a second later.

When he thrust.

Antonio was then lost in a blur of feelings and thoughts and sensations, the primary one a feeling of being absolutely stuffed. She felt the stag's shaft spreading her vulva apart, claiming his doe. A thousand, no a million times she felt him drag her rump back to meet his quivering tip, pushing deeper and deeper until his cock felt like it was a part of her - or perhaps it _was_her. Eyes wide in horror, Antonio could _swear_that it was real; that she was getting pounded by the huge stag.

Unbidden pleasure enveloped her head, cervine moans echoing the small clearing. They rocked against each other, each heavy shove knocking Antonio forward, but somehow she never left the very center of the mushroom circle. As that huge cock seemed to join with her body, she felt his hips blend with hers, his balls bouncing against her rump until they might as well be inside her.

A sharp pain in the back of her neck as the male bit down, and the impossibly fast and hard thrusts came faster and harder, building in a shuddering crescendo that left Antonio bucking up and down, gasping as she realized that she was losing her virginity, her and now, and there was nothing she could do about it.

When she woke up, she was laying beside the circle of mushrooms. Control returned to her. She cleared her head, glancing around the clearing, but there was nothing and no one. She remembered everything in flashes, like a dream. Had that really happened? Could it have?

Antonio tested her legs and moved and turned this way and that, but there was no evidence of the stag either on her body or the ground, and the scents in the forest were odd and mingled together. She must have fallen asleep, dreaming of the form she _wished_she had taken. Did she subconsciously desire turning into a buck and taking a doe? Or was it the other way around?

_The time!_Antonio had to get back home before the spell ran out, and she had no idea how long she'd been sleeping. Without a second glance at the mysterious clearing, the doe bolted back the way she thought she had come.

Nothing in the forest seemed familiar anymore, but if she had set the right heading, she would eventually reach her neighborhood. Heart pounding, she peeled her eyes for any glimpses of houses, praying that at least she would make it to civilization, so that she could be rescued. There, through the tops of the trees - a steeped roof. She'd made it! Better, it was her neighbor's house. Her navigation had worked.

Without daring to waste time to check for people, she jumped into her yard, leaping and kicked until she sat, bizarrely, unnaturally in her wheelchair.

Just in time. In seconds, his form returned to him, leaving him week and uncontrolled and naked in his wheelchair. Returning to his old, pathetic life. If he weren't so tired, he would have taken another drink, and another, and never suffer this haggard shell again.

"The bus is almost here!"

Antonio woke to find his mother searching frantically for him, only to find him naked, outside.

"What on earth - again?" she asked.

"Iiiiit...wuz...too...hawwt," he explained.

After checking his temperature and finding it normal, his mother dressed him and got him breakfast, and put him on the bus to school. Antonio spent the bus ride wondering why he would ever go to school when the potion (which he'd tucked into his book bag) was right there. Then, remembering, he took out his phone. The battery was dead.

Fuck.

It wasn't until third period that he'd charged the phone enough, and taking great pains, he managed to turn it back on, navigate to the videos and see that he'd caught it all on camera. Him, drinking the potion, transforming into a doe, and bolting off into the woods. It didn't capture his return, but this was the video proof he needed - if he ever wanted anyone to know. He tucked the video into a folder within a folder for later.

"Antonio?"

"S-sarry," he said, pretending to listen to her drone on about multiplication tables he'd learned when he was five. He hated these combined classes designed for kids with special needs. He didn't need this, he needed people to recognize that he was a person.

In the hallway, he saw Angela again. She was talking to some of her friends as he wheeled by. "I lost my earring by the pool!" she wailed.

Antonio wheeled along behind the three girls, ever invisible. The only people who ever saw Antonio were bullies looking to pick on the disabled. "What? Oh no!" one of her brunette friends said, uselessly.

"It fell in the grate, and there's no way I can reach it. My_grandmother_gave that to me!"

Antonio paused. He could surely help with a little preparation and a quick drink, though he'd have to figure out where to change back. But he also wanted to spend some time in the library researching what had just happened to him. He had to see the clearing from above, and Mapzone would have satellite images. Were there more of those mushroom circles?

Perhaps more importantly, there was only a limited supply of this stuff. He needed to make sure he could get a second and a third and a fourth batch of vitamin water. Perhaps he could track down the name on the label?

Still, the idea of coming to Angela's rescue had a certain appeal.

He should:

1. Research the magic mushroom circle - something weird and important is going on.
2. Look into the Texas-based homebrew company that made the magic potion. Maybe they have something that lasts a little longer?
3. Turn into a rat or something, sneak into the grate, find the earring and present it to Angela with a smile. She might realize you're not a child after all!

* * * * *

Jody had her perfect revenge. Not only was her rapist huddled in fear in front of her, transformed into a tiny, helpless Chihuahua bitch, she'd been able to explain everything to him. He'd had to sit and listen as he realized all the horrible things he had done, and fully understood why this was happening to him.

Or rather, to her.

Jody didn't know if she would ever change back, or whether there was some special kind of antidote she'd need to give her, and for the moment, she didn't care. If she spent the rest of her life as "Vicky", that's what the college rapist deserved. She contemplated doing worse, but if Victor really _were_trapped forever, perhaps that was enough. Jody certainly wasn't about to willingly change him back.

Grabbing Vicky by the scruff, she undid Rosy's collar and put it on the copy. "I guess you're going back to the store, Vicky. Turns out I don't want you. Maybe you'll be lucky and some little girl will pick you out?"

Realizing what she intended, Victor yelped and kicked her little legs, struggling uselessly as she was tucked into her purse alongside the real Chihuahua. She glanced out the bag, but she was already lofted five feet in the air. Jody could only imagine how far that drop looked to the former human.

She tossed the back in the passenger seat of her car, next to Toria. Vicky looked at the third Chihuahua in confusion, and Toria just glared back. She knew exactly what that asshole had done. Jody stepped on the gas, thankful that she hadn't had any of that Vodka. The cup full of alcohol was still in the stands. Victor was whimpering and whining at her, but Jody just glared daggers at the little dog, shutting her up.

Vicky yelped again, when Jody picked her up by the collar and carried her into the store, her receipt in her bra. "Sorry, I want to return this one," Jody explained to the confused man at the counter.

"What...why?" he said, confused.

"Barks too much. But I'll keep the collar and leash."

The man quite generously accepted Vicky, who looked exactly like the real dog that was still in Jody's car. Jody got her hundred back, and watched as the squealing little dog was picked up by the disinterested store clerk and taken into the back room for 'processing' or whatever.

Jody sat back in the car with a loud sigh, grimacing as the front seat's shocks buckled and squealed under her weight. She'd like to think that the shocks were just bad, but she never heard that sound when she let any of her lighter friends drive. Taking a deep breath, she glanced over at the two Chihuahuas still in the car. One was rooting around in her purse and sniffling at every last thing, and the other was looking straight at her with dark beady eyes.

"Sorry, Toria. I just...needed to do that. Now we can see about how to change you back." Jody reached for the little bottle of magic potion. It claimed to be a health tonic of some sort, but either it was mislabelled, or they had a peculiar idea about 'health'. "Some place in Texas. I guess I can try to call them?"

But there was no listed phone number and they didn't have a website. Maybe if she'd had the local yellow pages for Jefferson. The only hits she got were on Etsy. She typed a quick email asking for a phone number for an emergency and sent it through the website. "I dunno what to do other than wait," she sighed.

The little copy of Bert just nodded. "We'll get this worked out, Toria," Jody continued. "But right now... I need a stiff drink."

She drove to "The Varsity Pub and Grill", the classy bar for college students that weren't always on their phones checking facebook, but also wanted to drink something other than coffee. It was still the afternoon, so not many people were in, but there was a bartender behind the counter and that was all Jody needed right now.

She felt like a complete tool, carrying Toria's handbag with her and Rosy tucked inside it, their little heads peeking out to view the place. She couldn't exactly leave the dogs in the hot car, after all! She put the pink collar on Rosy, figuring that Toria wouldn't need a collar - she wasn't about to run off. Plopping down at the bar, she put her purse on the counter next to her, zipped up just enough to make it tricky for Rosy to try to jump out of the bag.

"I need a ... you know... gin and tonic?" Jody asked. She wasn't especially familiar with liquor. Normally she couldn't afford it, but this was a special occasion.

"Coming right up," the man behind the counter said. He was a bit older than she was, in his mid-twenties, with short, well-groomed black hair and sharply detailed eyebrows. Pretty cute, but he reminded me a bit too much of Victor right now. At least he didn't have curly hair.

She took one sip of the drink and coughed.

"You okay there?" the bartender asked.

Jody coughed again. "Yeah, just..." Her hands were shaking. "Had a rough day."

"Bad test, or what? You look like a Tiger."

"How can you tell which school - oh right, the card..." He must have glimpsed her student ID when she pulled out her driver's license. "No, not a test. At least, not for a class."

"A personal test, then?"

She took another drink, prepared, this time, for the bitter shock. "You could say that."

"I've seen a few purse dogs in my day, but never two at once," he said, pointing at her purse on the counter. Two little heads were poking out through the little zipper, but the one wearing the pink collar pushed her way past Toria, shoving Jody's roommate deeper into the bag.

"Oh! They're not mine. Just watching them for a friend. I always thought the idea of carrying around an animal was stupid." Jody realized then that Toria could almost certainly hear her. She did, after all, carry Bert around in her purse. "I mean, I guess it's not for me, anyway."

"Me either," he admitted. "You want to talk about it?"

Jody did. She said what little she could about her rough day, but she wasn't about to talk about being raped in front of a cute guy she just met! She couldn't mention anything about the magic potion. So she had to talk in generalities that probably didn't get much across to the bartender. Still, he listened really well, and poured her another drink that was significantly smoother.

Her hands weren't shaking anymore. Her heart wasn't racing. She could _almost_forget that she had just potentially doomed a person to a life as a little Chihuahua bitch. He deserved it, but that didn't make it much easier. What if Jody found out a cure for Toria and decided to change Victor back, only to find out that someone had adopted him and she couldn't find him? Jody grimaced, her mind back on her problems again.

"Hey, miss?"

The Varsity had some family seating, and a twelve-year-old boy had approached the bar, tugging on her clothes.

"Huh, what?"

"Your bag is shaking."

Jody and Jake, the bartender, glanced over at her handbag. Sure enough, it was moving ever-so-slightly. No Chihuahua heads were poking out of the little hole anymore. "Oh," she said. "It's just my dogs." Jody tried to sound calm, but one of those dogs was Toria and she had no idea what was happening. Rosy hadn't seemed violent, but what if she had snapped at Toria?

Now, more people were watching. There was a couple from across the bar, and the young boy's father, who'd gotten up to claim him. Jody looked each person over and said, "I-I should probably check on them."

She leaned over and grabbed the large purse, pulling it closer. They were definitely moving in there, the bag almost seeming to vibrate. Nervously, Jody unzipped the purse all the way, ready to pounce if they were fighting, or if Rosy tried to bolt. All eyes were on Jody as she opened the bag further, pushing it down.

"Oh!" the boy exclaimed. There were gasps all around.

There, now visible in the open bag, were Toria and Rosy, but it didn't look like Rosy was going to be bolting anywhere anytime soon. Right there on the countertop, the dog that had formerly been Jody's vapid roommate was wrapped around Rosy's hips, strong Chihuahua paws holding the little bitch in place. Hips a blur, Toria was fucking a dog.

(60% chance she can't resist Rosy's heat, rolled a 32, Toria can't help herself).

"Woah!" Jody gasped, grabbing for Toria's gyrating hips.

The couple at the counter laughed in shock, and the twelve-year-old said, "They're doing it!" because his quick-thinking father covered the boy's eyes with his hands.

Jake said, "Uh oh! Need a hand?" He reached over the counter for Rosy, only for the male dog - Toria, mind - snapped at him. When Toria felt Jody's hands on 'his' hips, he yipped and growled, jackhammering the store-bought dog. Apparently 'The Ark' didn't always spay their dogs!

After almost getting another bite, Jody let go of Toria. The boy was struggling with his father to squirm away, and now other guests in the bar were watching in amazement. Jake pulled his hands away and said, "This has gotta be a health code violation."

"Shit, shit, shit," Jody gasped, watching helplessly as Toria leaned forward, humping Rosy mercilessly, her little doggy cock quite clearly making the little bitch squirm and moan. What could she do? It's not like Toria Lunderman was trying to stop. As far as Jody could tell, the two Chihuahuas were really into it.

The little boy managed to circle away from his father, dashing to the side to get another look at the copulating canines with a wide-eyed "Wow!"

"Andrew, stop right now," the father said, shooting Jody a dirty look.

Totally embarrassed, Jody said, "I'll get them out of here," and reached for the bag.

The woman seated at the bar across from her said, "I wouldn't do that - you might hurt them!"

Jake said, "Well, they can't just stay here."

Her partner chimed in. "I'm a vet, and she's right. Best let them finish. You won't have much luck separating them now, anyway." The man shook his head, marvelling at the bizarre situation.

"Lookit him go!" Andrew exclaimed. He was right - there'd be no separating them now. Everyone watched as Toria leaned in, humping faster and shorter now, balls-deep in the animal. The short-haired dogs left little to the imagination, letting everyone see the way Toria's doggy cock was buried tightly into Rosy's bulging pussy, holding them together.

The dad cursed his son again, only for the mother to arrive and say, "Oh, let him watch. It's the miracle of life, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Andrew agreed, getting close enough that he had to jerk away from a snap from Toria.

Jody was at a loss for what to do. She could hardly go against a vet's recommendation and move the dogs. She couldn't explain to the bystanders that Toria might want some privacy here. She froze, just like she did with Victor, watching helplessly as her roommate bred a Chihuahua in front of a growing crowd.

Jake said, "Well, this is going to be quite the story to tell, huh?"

Jody shook her head, her hands shaking again. But what could she do?

Together, they all witnessed the end as Toria yipped and humped and slammed herself inside Rosy, making the bitch howl before her little balls tensed up. The panting dog held 'his' breath as she jerked back and forth, obviously cumming into Rosy's fertile pussy. Could Toria actually get the dog pregnant? Jody didn't see why not. It was magic, after all. Toria sure seemed to want to try, though, clinging tightly as she dumped her nuts into the whining bitch.

Suddenly, both dogs panting wildly, Toria jumped off of Rosy and turned all the way around, making most of the men watching grimace. But the vet said, "That's normal. Don't try to separate them now, either. You won't be able to and it might hurt them. Sorry to say, you just have to wait."

Jody groaned. Worse, now Toria was_facing_ Jody, and whatever had come over her roommate seemed to be gone now. Those little beady eyes were staring _straight at_Jody, ears flat, even as Toria grunted and grinded against her willing little bitch.

It was another ten minutes, and even Andrew lost interest watching Toria slowly seed Rosy, their junk bulging and twisted together. Jody was mortified, but she could only imagine how Toria must feel. At least no one else knew that she wasn't just some dog! As soon as teh two dogs separated, Jody grabbed the purse, pulling them both up inside it again, zipped it up, and ran out of the bar, murmuring apologies to Jake. He'd seemed somewhat promising, and she'd really enjoyed talking to him, but after what just happened, she could never show herself in the Varsity again.

Tossing the purse into the shotgun seat, Jody sat heavily in the front seat, hyperventilating. Jittery, she opened the purse, half expecting to see round two. But no, Toria emerged from the bag alongside a contented-looking Rosy. And then the barking started.

Jody didn't need to understand dog to get what Toria was saying as she glared at the Korean-American woman and let her growls and barks echo through the car. "I'm sorry!" Jody said. "I didn't know. How -?"

Toria yapped her head off.

"What was I supposed to do? You heard the vet. And besides, you wouldn't even let me grab you off. What the hell, Toria?" Hopefully no one on the street was watching her talk to her Chihuahua.

More barking. "Fuck, fuck," she admitted. "Okay. We're going to turn you back as soon as possible, okay? I don't care if we have to drive to Texas. I fucked up, I know. Calm down!"

That seemed to do the trick, as Toria slowed her barks and finally stopped with a low growl. Rosy didn't seem to know or care what was going on between her new owner and her new mate, rooting around on the floor of the car looking for old french fries.

Jody put "Jefferson, Texas" into her phone, only to realize that it was almost exactly 24 hours of driving to get there. She wasn't going to be able to make it in one trip. "We'll have to stop on the way. Won't do either of us any good if I get into a car wreck."

Jody wasn't too drunk, was she? She checked her reflexes before setting out on the road, making it to the interstate before the whole trip became moot. Right there in the car, the little Chihuahua that had once been her roommate started to change back.

"Ahh!" Jody gasped, when she finally noticed the animal increasing in size. She quickly got over and took the first exit, not exactly eager for everyone to notice Toria's very naked body.

"Oh, thank God!" Toria gasped, looking over her hands. "Thank God, thank God!"

Jody said, "You're back!"

The blond shivered. "That was...awful." Then, she smacked Jody hard in the shoulder. "I can't believe you let that happen!"

Jody put the car in park. "What the fuck did you expect me to do? It's not like Rosy was holding you down or anything."

"It was like I wasn't even there - once I smelled that smell," she said, spitting. "Ugh!" She kicked Rosy (lightly), who yipped in surprise, mostly oblivious to the massive transformation that had happened in the passenger seat. "Why did you put me in there with her!"

"I couldn't leave you in the car," Jody protested. "How was I supposed to know you wouldn't be able to control yourself? It's not like I'm an expert on magic. I didn't even buy it!"

"Thank God it wasn't permanent!" Toria groaned, rooting around the back of the car for whatever clothes might fit her. Jody's stuff certainly fit loosely on the bombshell's body, yet somehow the oversized clothes _still_flattered her.

Jody and Toria exchanged a glance, and then, at the same time, shouted, "Victor!"

Jody started the car. "He's going to change back in like thirty minutes."

"What are we going to do?" Toria gasped. "He's going to be really pissed at you. You basically tried to kill him."

"Serves him right," Jody said.

Toria nodded, but said, "Doubt he'll see it that way."

"Maybe we can make it there before he changes back and make it seem like we decided to let him go."

Toria shrugged. "I'm not the person he's going to be mad at. But who cares? It's not like he can call the police. And he'll probably think you're a witch or something and leave you alone."

Jody considered. "Maybe. But we'd better get there right away. When would he turn back exactly?"

After doing the math, even with Jody immediately setting off for "The Ark", they knew they wouldn't make it in time. They were fifteen minutes late, and since Victor was larger than Toria, if anything, he would change back earlier. Jody and Toria rushed into the pet shop, but nothing seemed amiss.

"You again? Is your friend looking for a dog, too?" the shopkeeper said.

"I just wanted to see Rosy. I mean, the Chihuahua I brought in."

"What for?"

Toria thought fast. "I saw how cute she was and was thinking about getting her. Is she still available?"

"I gotta process all returns before putting them back out on the floor. It's in the back."

"Well, can we see her?" Jody asked, wondering if she was going to find Victor standing back there in the nude.

"Sure, I guess. You can buy her back and I won't have to do any paperwork."

He lead the two young women into the back, where animals were kept in small cages and kennels and large stacks of boxes stores all sorts of food and bedding. But they didn't find a naked man - they found a Chihuahua, sitting miserably in a little kennel, yapping when 'she' saw Jody.

"Can we spend a little time with her? Alone?" Jody asked.

The shopkeeper was on the verge of saying no when Toria flashed her smile and tossed her pretty bangs and said, "Please?"

"Yeah, just don't touch anything, okay?"

Jody shared a glance with Toria once he was gone. "Why didn't he change back?"

"It's a good thing he didn't, or he'd have been squished in that little kennel."

"Maybe that's why! I bet if we took him out of there, he'd change back."

Toria mused. "After what he did to you, should we really let him off that easy?"

Jody paused. What should she do?

1. Put a leash/harness on Victor so that he can't change back without permission, and treat him like a dog for a week.
2. Put a leash/harness on Victor and make sure he feels exactly how you did - breed him to Bert and make him have the puppies.
3. Let him go with a warning not to mess with Jody or any other girl again. This magic is too useful to waste time on Victor.

* * * * *

Dario didn't have long to act. His employer, Jay Dee, was unconscious and bleeding on the floor after a physical altercation that had almost cost the young man his own life. He only briefly considered running - he had to try to save Dee. If it didn't work, then the waifish Dario would have to figure something out. If he _did_manage it, then he could only hope that Jay Dee would give up on the notion that he was a demon.

Dario wasn't, of course, but he understood why the Nigerian might think so. In the middle of a tense meeting, the young Oklahoma man and turned into the spitting image of Jay Dee himself, and even now he looked uncannily like his employer. It had to be the vitamin water - and that was the only source of magic that poor Dario knew. If it could transform his appearance (including height, muscles, and mass), perhaps it could do the same for the injured man.

Grabbing the mostly-full bottle of magic tonic, Dario knelt next to his pimp. "Here, drink this!" he said urgently, to no response. Groaning, Dario opened the black man's mouth and tipped a heaping helping of water into his mouth. He remembered how bad it tasted, and Jay Dee was roused in a sputter.

"Ptaaah! What..." Dee groaned, his white eyes staring up at his own doppelganger. He peeled back his lips and snarled at Dario, but the man was in no position to continue his fight. Still, Dario's hopes faded rapidly. Despite getting a long, full look at him, Dee wasn't changing in any way - appearance or health. Perhaps because he was already transformed to look like Dee? Did Dario dare open the door and try to get one of Dee's second-in-commands to help? That seemed like little more than a death sentence.

Frozen, Dario instead did nothing, even as Jay Dee couldn't hold his head up anymore, head sinking sideways onto the floor. "Damn it!" Dario moaned, glancing around the room. Perhaps if he held cloth to the wound he could stem the bleeding?

"Whaa..." the thin sound escaped Jay Dee's lips as Dario watched in sheer horror, the man's normally smooth skin growing rougher before his eyes. And then orange. Dario didn't know what was happening - worse, his employer was shrinking rapidly, sinking into his own clothes.

"Now what?" Dario groaned, grabbing the clothes and searching through it.

What he found made the sex worker pause. Beneath Dee's shirt was a writhing, glistening orange starfish. It only took Dario a second to glance over at the fish tank, where Jay Dee had been looking right before the change. Sure enough, an identical looking starfish clung to the side of the glass, prominently displayed (50/50 chance to see a starfish or a fish, rolled 23).

First the magic had made Dario look like Dee, but it was so much more powerful than that. This was a full transformation potion! The starfish looked gravely injured, but it wasn't bleeding. Did starfish even have blood? Would his boss ever change back, or was this change permanent? What would he do if he were trapped as Jay Dee's weird double for the rest of his life?

Dario should:

A. Put his boss in the fish tank and wait around to see if the potion is temporary.

B. Put his boss in the fish tank, but grab the potion and run.

C. Leave his boss drying out on the floor and wait around to see if the potion is temporary.

D. Leave his boss drying out on the floor, grab the potion, and run.

* * * * *

Cynthae hobbled, naked and bleeding toward the nearest road. _How far did that think carry me?_She tried to rush, knowing that every second could mean life or death for her husband. If the potion worked the same on her as on him, he should already have changed back - but what would happen if he were inside the belly of a snake? Or worse - already dead?

She looked at the street, realizing the bird had only taken her about forty feet away. This was her street. Someone yelled when they saw her there, limping across the street, but she waved them off. "I don't have time for this," she said. "I'm fine..." as the concerned citizen asked what happened to her.

"We've got to get you to a hospital! Were you - ahem -"

"Get out of my way," she growled, rounding the corner until she saw her house. "Terrell!?" she yelled, picking up to a pained run as she rounded the back of the house. How long had she been asleep? How long had it been? She looked at the sun, trying to remember what time it had been. She couldn't seem to concentrate on anything.

No answer. Terrified, Cynthae glanced around the yard, looking for any chicks or snakes. She'd last seen him in the snake's jaws. He had to have escaped, right? He _had_to. But they'd been watching T.V. right before the transformation. When had that been? Noon? The sun wasn't so high in the sky anymore.

Then, she saw it. Near the house, near the diagonal lattice underneath the back porch. A snake, simply tiny compared to what she'd seen as a chick. She rushed toward it, but too fast. It startled, and Cynthae watched it slither through the lattice into the dark. But it wasn't just any snake.

She could _swear_she saw a heavy bulge in its tummy, emphasized when it curled around the lattice. There was a clock in the kitchen that she could read. It was two. 2:00. It had been almost two hours since the snake attacked. If that was Terrell in there, there was no way he was still alive.

She collapsed to her knees in the grass, sobbing. "Terrell...come back. God damn it - we were going to have kids!" At least, once they figured out what was wrong.

"Why? Why the fuck did this happen!?" She grabbed her injury, squeezing hard just to feel the pain. "The bottle."

She ran to the chicken coop, where her and her husband's clothes still lay uselessly on the ground. There was the bottle. "Jefferson, Texas. Whoever did this -"

She walked, stunned, back toward their house. _Her_house. Terrell was buried beneath it. Cynthae dug her nails into her hands, wanting to throw the vitamin water that had ruined her life. The man she loved.

But she saw the bottle, and she saw the Husby's cat and she paused.

She should:

A. Give up on Terrell and track down whoever did this to make them pay.

B. Turn into the cat and chase that fucking snake. Maybe she could still save Terrell, or at least get revenge.

* * * * *

Luther stood in front of the refrigerator door, panting. His old friend, Sherlock, was hanging inside, gutted and sliced open, and all evidence pointed to the fact that _all_of his penmates had suffered the same fate. As soon as Grantham got big enough, he would face the slaughter too.

That they were all pigs and this was typical never crossed Luther's mind. As a carbon copy of the human, Crystal, Luther could make connections in his head that he couldn't have, as a pig, though no new information was stored there. He had no idea that this wholesale slaughter was happening to millions of pigs across the world, and, honestly, he might not have cared.

What he did care about was himself, and the sows, and the young boar, Grantham. If he was going to save Grantham, that meant leaving the sows, but Luther figured there would be more sows elsewhere. With his mind on his mission, the apparently naked human female stormed out of the slaughterhouse.

The car, Luther realized. He'd seen the pickup truck operating before, the farmer Fenner in the front seat while the device moved at impossible speeds. Speed was what he needed, and the truck had plenty of room for Grantham. He opened the gate, grunting at Grantham to go.

The pig didn't seem to understand. Frustrated, Luther didn't have time, so he tied a lead around the pig's neck and led the contented pig out of the enclosure. He glanced at the farmhouse, but no one was watching. With the potion in one hand and the leash in the other, Luther managed to get Grantham to head in the direction of the pickup truck.

Only to run into Crystal - this one wearing clothes, albeit skimpy ones. (20% chance she doesn't notice herself escaping, 71, she notices) She'd just been arguing with her mate, Fenner, but now she was running for the pickup, shiny metal on a ring in her hand. Fenner knew it wouldn't be great if she saw him, but there was no hiding his presence now. The human female looked up at the pickup truck to see a mirror image of herself, stark naked, leading a pig.

She didn't scream, but she stopped in her tracks, jaw dropped. "What - you..."

Luther ignored the sow, reaching down to try to lift Grantham into the back of the pickup. Fenner's body could have done it, but not Crystal. Luther groaned at how weak he was. He was stronger as a pig!

"First Fenner, now me," she gaped. "What _are_you?"

"Luther," he said. "Help."

Crystal paused. "Fenner said his pig was named Luther. That you?"

Grunting, Luther tried in vain to lift Grantham into the truck. "Yes. Help?"

To her credit, the human woman helped. With two of her, they were able to lift the squealing boar into the back of the pickup truck. "Why aren't you a pig?" she asked, when they were done.

He showed her the potion he'd put down on the ground, but he didn't give it to her. He _needed_that potion. He'd never have understood what was going on without it.

"The mineral water? I don't understand."

Luther just shrugged and got into the left seat, knowing that's where Fenner sat.

"Wait, don't go," she pleaded, glancing back at the house.

Luther didn't have time to deal with the human sow. He waggled the wheel like he'd seen Fenner doing, but nothing happened. How did the blasted contraption work!?

She said, "You need these," dangling the keys in front of her. "Look, pig or not, I gotta get out of here, too." She pointed to a fresh bruise on her arm. "Plus, I know how to drive. You need me."

Luther grunted. "You knew about that...?" He pointed to the slaughterhouse.

Crystal blinked, and her reaction was all the answer he needed. She knew. She said, "I didn't know - I mean...I knew, but..."

Luther grabbed the keys from her hands while she was distracted.

"Hey! Wait, take me with you - I know stuff you don't. Please?"

Luther paused. She had a point.

Should he:

1. Scoot over and let the human sow drive.
2. Try to figure out the keys and leave her in the dust.