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The house was pretty orderly and clean for a place housing four college students. Most of the furniture was the landlord's selection and seemed decades old. The house had an old-fashioned warm feel. The colors of the walls, carpets, and furnishing were dark and romantic. Even with some modern appliances, it had a classic atmosphere.

Randal was on the couch watching TV. He wasn't tall or small, just medium. Short cut blonde hair that was held upward with gel. That day he was dressed in a white long sleeve shirt with a green vest over. Beige pants. He was barely paying attention, and didn't care about what nameless sitcom was playing right now. He needed to relax after a long week of college work. The house was quiet and to himself, save a roommate's orange tabby cat Pixie, who was resting by the porch window before getting up to approach Randal.

The cat rubbed up against Randal's leg. He reached down and gave her a pat, "You hungry?" Pixie meowed. Pixie was a bit fat and while Randal was in charge of taking care of her while her owner was gone for the week, he felt guilty feeding her the three times a day he was told to. Whatever. He went into the kitchen and picked up a pack of cat food, ripped off the foil and plopped the food down onto a plate beside the fridge. Pixie began eating immediately.

Randal reached down and gave her a scratch behind the ear, "I wonder if you will ever start talking."

For the last while Randal had been involving himself in the business of a supernatural world underneath the human one. After helping a talking raccoon (and talking animals had become a recurrence) eliminate a demon a couple months back, Randal had been working with a few shifty creatures and dealing with magical problems. His life had changed so much but he was still a college student.

A few minutes later Todd came home. Todd was the other male of the house. He was a shorter man with a shag of dark brown hair. He wore a plaid long sleeve shirt with a concert tee underneath. Brown cargo pants. Even inside the house he kept his ski cap on, a ski cap with the logo Munk Style on the front. He tossed his housekeys on the table and didn't care when they slid off the edge and fell onto the floor.

Randal greeted Todd when he walked into the kitchen. Todd opened the fridge and picked up a half-eaten box of Chinese food that was left unopened. As he ate it and Randal did some dishes, they talked and the conversation inevitably turned towards supernatural things and Randal's side job.

"Have you talked to Bugsy lately?" said Todd, "When's the last time he had a job for you?"

"Maybe a week ago," said Randal, "Why?"

"Don't you like doing that... demon stuff?"

Randal stopped dishes and turned around to face Todd, "No. I don't like it..."

Todd chuckled, "Seriously? It's the coolest shit ever! I still think a lot about when I came with you that one time."

Randal raised an eyebrow, "You were so scared you peed your pants and you couldn't speak for the rest of the night!"

Todd stammered and took offense to Randal's remark, "I wasn't that_scared!_I got a little shocked, that's all!"

Todd had known about the supernatural for a couple weeks. Randal wasn't discrete enough and after acting suspicious before leaving the house, Todd followed Randal and he himself got involved in the supernatural, although he had been more a spectator than a participant.

Randal went back to the couch and continued watching TV while Todd retreated to his bedroom and closed the door. The quiet night continued until something stirred in the background. There were some bangs and curses as the window was pried open from the outside.

In stepped Bugsy, a clothes-wearing, talking raccoon. He looked mostly feral but he stood upright with ease and wore a black ski jacket and green pants. Grumbling as he struggled to get inside the window frame while holding it up and carefully stepping onto the dresser just inside. Even tripping over it with his raccoon feet. He tugged his big striped tail in before closing the window.

He walked to the edge of the dresser and hopped off onto the carpet floor. For a few seconds he was on all fours but then stood on two feet as he walked down the hall. He took a paw to his mouth, "'Ey, are you home Randal?"

When Randal heard Bugsy's voice, he sighed. Maybe he could have just ignored Bugsy and wait for him to leave. But Bugsy called for him again. And again. Randal sighed once more and turned off the television. He forced himself up on his feet and walked towards the hall.

Bugsy was still marching down the hall looking into rooms to find Randal. As he passed Todd's room, a shuffling was heard and some footsteps came to the door. When the door opened, Todd looked down and saw Bugsy. He said, "Oh Bugs! You looking for Randy?"

Bugsy looked up at Todd, "Oh. Todd. Hi." he looked around, "Is Randal home?"

Randal's voice came from around the corner at the end of the hall, "I'm here, I'm here!" he marched up to Bugsy, "Hi... Bugsy. What do you need?"

"N-nothing!" said Bugsy. His tone was friendly, "I... just wanted to see how you were doing!" he smiled innocently, showing off his raccoon teeth, "How are you doing, Randal?"

Randal slunked against the door frame, "Honestly? This week has been rough. The work has been hard. I've just been sitting on the couch trying to relax but I think I'll be going to bed early." He moaned, "Thing is... I'm sure next week is going to be just as bad, if not worse."

Bugsy tapped his fingers together, "That's... uh... a real shame! Hope it gets better for ya!"

It was a rare occurence of Bugsy concerning for Randal. Randal nodded and gave a little grin, "Thanks..."

Bugsy looked up at Todd, "How have you been, Todd?"

Todd gave out a laugh, "Passing, barely."

Bugsy turned away to hide his annoyed look. He gave him a pointy-claw thumbs up over his shoulder, "Good job, kid."

Todd went back to his room and Bugsy, in his continued display of friendliness, joined Randal in watching television. Bugsy made a few jokes, although far cruder than any Randal would make, but they enjoyed each other's company for a little while. Pixie was not happy about a raccoon in the house and after a hiss she retreated to another part of the house until the raccoon left. Bugsy of course made a joke about Pixie's weight. Bugsy could be crass and uncaring but in the end, how cool was it that Randal was sitting on the couch watching TV with a talking raccoon? When he wasn't doing supernatural grunt work, he could stop and recognize how radical his life was.

But when Randal left to the kitchen to get a snack, Bugsy quietly got up from his seat and snuck towards the kitchen door. He looked inside, and while Randal had his head in the fridge and couldn't see anything, Bugsy snuck further down the hall towards the back room he entered from earlier. Something was scratching at the window.

He climbed back up the dresser using drawer handles like ladder steps and topped the dresser's surface. He walked up to the window where the stratching came from and pulled the window open. He heaved it open and stepped under it to hold it up, "How ya doin'?"

Outside, hanging from a bush against the house, was Geffa. She was a dragon, although rather small compared to the ones from fairy tales. Black scales all over her body. Her reptilian head was adorned with two horns jetting backwards. She was about 3 feet long not including her tail. 18 inches in height. Her wings were petite and didn't look capable of lifting her off the ground despite her slender form.

She spoke with a dignified but condescending voice, "Is the human home? Is it time to get things underway?"

"Yeh, Randal's home," said Bugsy, "but he's had a rough week and isn't up to any bullshit we can give him."

Geffa grumbled, "So do you want to delay it until another day?"

"Hell no," said Bugsy, "Come on in. Let's start this."

Geffa climbed into the window with perfect elegence aside from struggling to get through the window frame with Bugsy holding the window barely high enough for a dragon. Once she was partways through, Bugsy stepped out of the window although he got bumped by Geffa and fell on the dresser. Geffa held the window open, tugged her tail in, and let it drop shut with a wooden slam.

Randal, yogurt cup in hand, heard the slam and walked out of the kitchen to see what the noise was. When he looked down on the floor and saw a dog-sized lizard walking towards him, he yelped and dropped the yogurt cup, spilling it on the carpet and tile kitchen floor. He was frozen, "_B-Bugsy?_Hello?"

"Into the den, human," said Geffa.

Bugsy came out from behind Geffa, "Uh, hi Randal! Let me introduce you to my master Geffa."

Geffa looked at Randal with a half-glare, "Pleased to meet you, Randal. Now into the den."

Randal scowled and gestured at the spilt yogurt on the floor, "But!"

"Now!" Geffa demanded.

Geffa had flashed a pair of sharp teeth a few times in her yelling at Randal, but getting bit by a giant lizard was only the beginning of what she could do, Randal assumed. In the last couple months Randal had been introduced to all sorts of dangerous creatures and troublesome enchantments and sometimes they seemed unassuming when they were very quite horrifying when they revealed their true form and/or power.

Randal groaned and walked to the living room. As he approached the couch, Geffa looked over at a small circle of chairs on the other side of the room, "Over there," she said. Randal redirected towards the chairs.

Todd's door popped open, "Anyone call me?" he almost didn't catch the dragon in the middle of the living room and was halfway back into room before he popped out and walked over to Geffa. He looked at Randal, "Holy shit! What is it?"

Geffa turned around, "It?"

Todd winced, "Whoa! Uh..." he looked closer, "is she a Pokemon?"

Geffa growled. She turned to Randal, "Who is this?"

Randal was just sitting down in one of the chairs, "He's Todd. He's my roommate."

Bugsy jumped up on endtable opposite of Randal's seat, "I think he can join the fun, Geffa."

Geffa turned to Todd, "Go over there and sit down in one of the chairs."

Todd waringly walked over and sat down in a chair beside Randal. Geffa walked over and hopped up on an endtable with Bugsy, bumping Bugsy off onto a nearby chair. He sat down , legs out. Geffa and Bugsy were on one side of the chair circle and Todd and Randal were on the other, if it were so symbolic.

Randal shifted his legs nervously, "So what did you want?"

Geffa sneered for a second, but her expression softened, "So Bugsy tells me that you have been helping him deal with... various problems. You were the one that dealt with the tracer demon awhile back."

Bugsy smirked, "Yeah, he defeated it but the poor kid peed his pants... and that weren't the last time!"

Randal averted his eyes and blushed. Geffa, Bugsy and Todd shared a chuckle. The humiliation and terror was one of the reasons why he couldn't feel too great about going around and dealing with supernatural incidents. Randal sank into his seat and glared at Geffa and Bugsy.

There was a hiss! Everyone looked over and at the end of the couch was Pixie! The tubby tabby was hissing at the strange lizard and raccoon in her master's house! She hissed once more, retreated a couple feet to a table, and hissed again!

Geffa's eyes lit up. She smiled sinisterly, "Oh... a pet...!"

"Hey come on!" said Randal, "She's not even my pet!"

Geffa looked at him smugly, "And if she was, what would that mean?" Geffa's eyes began to glow green, "Come here... Pixie... come join us!"

Pixie's ferocity faded. She became content and noiselessly padded over to the chairs. She picked up and hopped up on a chair beside Bugsy. She looked around contently and peacefully. Bugsy stood up and leaned out over the chair's arm so he could reach at Pixie and give her a pet. She purred gracefully as the raccoon rubbed down her orange fur.

"She listened perfectly," said Todd. He grinned, "Could you teach Pixie to play piano?"

Geffa smirked.

Randal was worried, "Please Geffa, don't hurt Pixie!"

Geffa glared at Randal once again, "I am not going to _hurt_her. In fact, I'm going to do the opposite!"

To Randal, that sounded just as alarming. Geffa's raised a claw and it turned green with a glowing light before firing a cloudy bolt at Pixie. As the bolt hit and Pixie was drapped in a fog, the cat's eyes went wide. A glowing light came over her and her form was obscured in a shine.

Randal grimace and let out a whimper. Todd looked onward with excitement. Bugsy seemed curious. Geffa smiled and looked over to gauge the Randal's horror.

Pixie's form grew large and humanoid, sitting elegantly on the chair. The light faded and unveiled was the form of an anthropomorphic cat. Pixie had been uplifted!

Todd cheered, "Oh, wow!" Randal let out another yelp and covered his mouth. Pixie was now a humanoid orange tabby. She had brown humanoid hair in a fashionable cut. She wore a green dress with a low cut top accentuating the cleavage of her prominent bosom. There was a hole out back for Pixie's tail. The fatness in her feral form translated into her anthropomorphic form. She was pudgy with chubby bulges down her torso including a round tummy and slabs coming out her sides. Her waist was wide too. Her dress cut off at her knees and she was barefoot with plantigrade feet.

Pixie looked at herself, her arms, and her legs- wiggling her toes to check them out. She looked at her arms and fingered through her hair. She then sighed and looked at her waist. She padded up and down her pudgy torso and fondled her sides, "I grew into a sentient being and you brought my weight problem with me?"

Randal had to remind himself to breath. The pet he just scritched an hour earlier had evolved into a human-like being and was talking! Todd looked at her in awe and joy.

"I'm a sorceress not a miracle worker," said Geffa.

Bugsy gave a crass laugh, "Welcome to sentience, Pixie!"

Pixie continued to feel up her body and her fat, "This is what happens when you feed your cat three times a day." Pixie looked around, "Speaking of my owner, where is Patricia?"

"Patricia's gone for the week," said Randal, "I don't know where... I think she's supposed to back on Tuesday."

"Oh, right right," said Pixie, "I cannot wait for her to return! She and her pet have some talking to do!"

Bugsy slapped Pixie playfully on her arm, "You're not much of a pet anymore."

Geffa's tone was menacing, "If anything... _you're_the owner now."

Randal gulped. He knew this meant trouble but didn't dare raise his voice lest he provoke Geffa's wrath. He gripped the front of his seat like it was going to start buckling like a bull and toss him off!

"Maybe when she comes home you can put _her_on a leash!" said Bugsy.

"That's not a bad idea..." said Geffa as she turned to face Randal and Todd, "Turn the humans into pets!"

Randal gestured defensively, "Wait, please-! Don't do it, GefFA: "

Todd chuckled, "I could be a pet?"

Bugsy rested back into his seat, placed his paws on his lap, and watched comfortably, "This is going to be good..."

Geffa raised to claws aimed at Randal and Todd. Randal closed his eyes and clenched his jaw to brace himself. Todd smiled nervously, "I mean, you can't do ­_that_right?"

Geffa fired a beam from each claw, aimed at Randal and Todd. When they were hit, their form flashed for a second. Randal wasn't looking but he could hear the enchanting zing of the bolt coming at him, then a mild zap, and then a feeling of weightlessness for a split second when it hit. He whimpered!

He had lost feeling in his body, probably out of shock. He had to force himself to open his eyes. All he could see was his lap and it looked normal. But then he spotted the ground and instead of his shoes he saw plantigrade animal feet. He then looked at his hands, covered in fur and with little claws at the end of his fingers. He started shaking and looked over at Todd. Todd had the face of a doberman with pointed ears and chocolate fur although his grotesque humanoid form gave him a head of shaggy brown human hair. With furred hands he felt the slender snout in front of his face and smiled manically, "Am I a dog? We're we turned into dogs!?"

Randal brought two hands up to his face to feel his muzzle. When he actually felt it, he yelped! It was a droopy muzzle. The others saw an english mastiff anthro with a brush of blonde hair on his head. Randal whimpered and was close to crying. Todd started giggling hysterically. While Pixie seemed slighty amused by the show, Geffa and Bugsy watched onward with cruel joy.

"There you are, Pixie," said Geffa, "Now _you_are the owner of some pets."

Pixie chuckled, "A cat with two pet dogs? How unusual!"

It felt awkward for Randal to move his mouth let alone speak. He struggled to get words out, "Why are you doing this?"

"It's an experiment," said Geffa. Was she telling the truth, Randal had no idea.

It wasn't the first time that Randal had been transformed, he knew this, but it was the first time he had been transformed and kept his faculties. The couple prior times he was transformed, the morphing process also devolved and scrambled his mind, turning him stupid and animalistic and deteriorated his ability to remember what he did while in the throes of ferality.

His mind was still in panic from the transformation (and the horror of being stuck in a house with a sorceress that seems to like his suffering) so he was still getting a hold of everything. Was his nose better at smelling? It was hard to concentrate. Was his ears better at hearing? His mind was too in a spiral for him to test them out.

There was a sudden splashing noise. When Randal looked over he could see liquid was dripping off Todd's chair onto the carpet below. Sitting in a puddle of his own making, the bottom of Todd's pants were soaked with strands of wetness going down his pant legs and dripping out the bottom. Todd kept staring into space with a twisted smile stretched on his snout.

Some giggling overcame Bugsy and Geffa. Pixie rolled her eyes and groaned. She rose from her seat and walked to the kitchen to fetch some towels.

"Looks like your new dog isn't housebroken!" said Bugsy.

Todd couldn't stop giggling like an idiot but his eyes expressed fear and terror. He pinched the crotch of his pants and pulled them up, looking mortified at what he did but unable to say a word.

Geffa brought a claw up to her mouth and chuckled, "Maybe I should have asked you boys to use the washroom first!"

Randal brought his foot up to the seat. He looked at his feet. Still very humanoid but with claws at the end of each toe, like his hands. He rolled up his pants to see his angles and legs were covered in fur too- beige like the rest of his body (except for his snout and floppy ears which were dark brown). His shoes? They had vanished!

There was a mass out in front of him. He patted and jiggled his tummy. While he was slim as a human, the transformation packed on some chub on his front and sides.

He felt around back, "I don't have a tail?"

"Humans turned into animals don't get tails," said Geffa. She looked behind herself at her tail and swished her back to wave it around, "You don't deserve such a regal centerpiece for your hindquarters!"

Randal took a look over at Todd. He was mostly paralyzed, grimacing at the discomfort of sitting in his own accident. Todd didn't have a tail either.

"What are a couple doggies going to get up to?" asked Geffa, leaning heavier into that menacing tone.

Bugsy snerked, "Probably a lot of crotch sniffing and marking their territory!"

Pixie came back with a roll of towels. Todd was still to freaked out to do anything but cringe and turn his head slowly to look at things. Pixie ripped off some pieces of towel and started patting around Todd's base and then between his legs. She leaned over when an odor hit her. She frowned, "This urine smells quite pungent!"

"Actually," said Todd, "I also took a crap in my drawers..."

Bugsy and Geffa gave out a big laugh. Geffa said, "To imagine, the first thing going to have to do as the pet's owner is change his pants!"

Pixie took Todd's hand and motioned him to rise from his seat. The back of his pants were _soaked_and apparently full of doggy poop. He cringed once more as pee dripped off his pants. Pixie took some paper towels but left the roll on an endtable. Pixie lead Todd by hand and walked him away from the chairs and out of the living room.

"Why don't you help your master out and clean up the chair?" Geffa said to Randal, "If you do a good job she'll give you a treat!"

Randal wasn't enthusiastic about cleaning up his roommate's piss but the way Geffa looked at him with her sinister green eyes encouraged him to rise from his seat. He picked up the towels and begin patting down the seat some more. The new claws on his hands made holding things weird. He didn't want to get his hands wet but hid his disgust. Geffa was watching him.

When Pixie brought Todd into his room, she shut the door but didn't turn on the light. There was a lamp on Todd's desk in the corner illuminating the room as best as it could, although Todd's monitor had fallen asleep by then. He looked over at his computer and wanted to shut it down while he dealt with dog things.

Pixie had picked up a large kitty litter bag from the kitchen and stuffed it under her arm with the paper towels. The dresser was right beside the door. She placed her items on top of it and opened up some drawers to find some new clothes for Todd. Todd just stood there uncomfortably, dwelling on the feeling of wet fur running down his legs.

She got some new clothes and turned around to face Todd. She said, "Take off your pants."

Todd was hesitant but took the front of his belt and unbuckled himself. He zipped down his fly and slowly lowered his pants, to not upset the load he could feel in the back of his underpants and also because he wanted to avoid exposing himself as long as possible.

Pixie seemed mostly neutral on the situation, if not a little annoyed that she had to help her new pet dog clean himself up. She watched patiently.

Todd smiled nervously as he looked at his blue briefs. The thing he did in them was not something a 20 year-old should've been doing without the blame of alcohol or drugs. He could feel the weight of his release in his undergarments. He let his pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them.

Pixie reached down and picked them up. They were wet but otherwise fine. She held them up to Todd, "These are still good. Do you want to keep them?" Todd shrugged. Pixie tossed them on the floor, "We'll keep them then."

Todd strapped his thumbs into his briefs and pulled down slowly. He wasn't prepared to be nude in front of someone else but he gritted his teeth and got it over with and was careful not to 'spill' the load he left in them. But as he slid the briefs down, he felt a heavy mass in front of him. When he looked down, he had quite the surprise.

Pixie's eyes lit up, "Oh my!"

Becoming a dog had enlarged his penis by a considerable margin. The beast protruded out in front of him, 10 inches long with ample thickness. It draped over his big nutsack of light brown fur. There was some brown pubic fur- the same color as his head- above his shaft.

Todd bit his lip to try and snuff out a big goofy smile, "My cock... is huge!"

Pixie grinned, "Yes! It is!" She leaned down closer to look at it. She didn't touch it but giggled, "Maybe you're not just a doberman. Perhaps a mix with a great dane?" She chuckled, "Or a bear."

Todd carefully lowered his briefs, let them sit on the floor, and then stepped out of them. Pixie held open the litter bag and Todd dropped them in. Afterwards Pixie picked up some paper towels and dabbed down Todd's legs. It was a bit ticklish but for Todd is was a milestone.

It took until college, thought Todd, but I got a girl to touch my butthole!

After Pixie was finished cleaning Todd up she handed him some new clothes and he put them on, although it seemed his pants were a size larger than usual almost to compensate the new size of his penis.

Todd looked over at his computer, "Could I just turn off my computer quick?"

Pixie shook her head, "No. And it's not your computer anymore."

Pixie took Todd's pants and the disposable bag with the briefs and used paper towels and brought them to the back room where Pixie put the bag into a special garbage can by the back door. She opened up and looked inside. Other bags were piled up to the halfway point and one could only assume it was kitty litter- Pixie's kitty litter- of her time as a feral not a few minutes ago.

Pixie looked in the other corner at the litterbox. It was meant for her and she had used it often, but now that she was two-legged was it a part of her? She almost felt tempted to use it but knew Geffa would not appreciate it.

Back in the room Todd was had turned the monitor back on on the computer. He tried hitting the shutdown button but the computer demanded permissions and wasn't making it easy. He went down to his computer. He hit the switch.

Pixie stomped into the door, and saw what Todd was doing. She crossed her arms, "And what do you think you're doing?"

Todd looked back nervously, "Uh..." he reached round back his computer and pulled a plug. Everything shut off in an instant. The light on his computer cut off. He turned around and stood up, smiling innocently and gesturing defensively, "Yeh, yeh! It's fine, it's fine, I just needed to shut off my computer..."

Pixie lead Todd out of the room, "It's not your computer anymore."

When Pixie brought Todd back into the living room. Randal was still padding down the chair but there was almost so much he could do about the pee on the seat and carpet. He stuffed some paper towels down into the carpet to see if that would soak it up. His job was as done as he could get it so he went to the kitchen to clean his hands.

Geffa had returned to perching on her endtable and Bugsy had sat down beside her. Geffa looked over at Pixie and Todd, "Is that doberman giving you trouble?"

"He's being disobedient..." said Pixie.

Bugsy joked, "Is he mad just because you're making him wear adult diapers?"

"Hmmm..." Geffa turned forward, closed her eyes, and concentrated. There was a stir and then a pop! In front of Geffa were two green collars floating in the air. They remained there as Pixie brought Todd back over to the chairs. Randal washed his hands quick, dried them off with the towel hanging off by the sink, then returned to the living room. Even with the idea of running out of the house at the front of his mind, he knew it was a bad idea to cross Geffa. But back in the living room, the sight of the collars floating in the air didn't bode well he thought.

"Come over here, dogs," said Geffa. She looked up at Pixie, "Pixie... take these collars here and put them on your pets." She smiled, "They're your property after all. Why not make it official?"

Pixie picked a collar up from the air. She held it in her hand and inspected it. It was nylon with a bronze buckle at the front. The small plate had a clawprint on it like a tiny dragon stamped down into it.

Randal couldn't hide his dread. He walked over, hiding behind Bugsy's chair like the back was some sort of shield. Pixie took the collar and put it on Todd's neck. With a click, it was on. Maybe Todd felt a weird force move in him. Pixie pivoted the collar so the plate faced out front.

The other collar was still floating there in the air for Pixie to pick up. She gestured Randal forward and he shifted his way beside Todd. When Pixie brought the collar to his neck, he twitched. Geffa snerked. Pixie smiled and put the collar on gently. There was a click.

Pixie patted Randal on his chest, "Looking handsome!"

"They would be wise to follow your commands anyway," said Geffa, "but with those collars they will be... _influenced_to follow your commands!"

Randal and Todd's eyes went wide as dinner plates. Pixie grinned, "Follow my commands, huh?" She leaned forward and spoke strongly, "Sit!"

Randal and Todd both dropped down. They were crouched- resting on their feet but jutting their knees outward. They hung their arms in front of them and let their hands dangle as far down as they would. They didn't even notice themselves doing it. They had no control over their movements. There was a startle between both of them when they realized that they were sitting.

It was a perfect seat for a creature of his size- Bugsy was sitting on the arm of his chair to get a better view. He couldn't help but break into laughter when he saw them drop to their bums at Pixie's word. Geffa chuckled, hopped down to the floor and approached Randal. She raised a claw onto his thigh, "These two haven't even introduced themselves yet!"

Pixie nodded, "Stop sitting."

The tight psychic grip of being commanded let go of their muscles. Their bodies relaxed and they fell back on their butts. At Geffa's suggestion, Pixie ordered Randal to stand up and lean forward to stick his butt out. She then ordered Todd to sniff it. Todd frowned as he shifted over towards Randal, took his doberman nose up to Randal's pants, and started sniffing. It got laughter out of the room. At Pixie's command, Randal was then forced to sniff Todd's butt.

"Ugh," said Randal, "It still smells like poop!"

"Jesus, Randal," said Todd, "I didn't mean to!"

Then Pixie had them sniff her. She widened her stance a step and asked them to sniff her crotch. They walked up and dove their noses into her dress. They took a big whiff of her crotch and while the act of being forced to smell someone was humiliating, her scent- her vaginal scent- was lovely. Randal smiled. Todd smiled. Their master's sex smelled aromatic and passionate! Randal's eyes narrowed as he got lost in the pheromones. Pixie gave them both headpats.

She asked them to sit again and then went back to that ridiculous pose- arms down/knees out. She then asked them to bark. They did. It wasn't a human trying to make a bark sound, it was a dog bark from both of them. "Keep barking," she said and they kept barking. Like two mutts barking at a cat in the backyard, they kept barking.

Finally, Geffa suggested another idea: getting Randal and Todd to hump a couch. The mention made the two dogs grimace. Pixie didn't mind their disapproval and said, "Hump the couch."

They immediately walked over to the couch facing the television and started humping it- Randal taking the corner conjoining the back with the arm and Todd taking the front of the arm. They grunted as they did it, uncontrollably. Their crotches smacked against the couch with little thumps sometimes shifting its position ever so slightly.

Geffa laid down and rested her head on her forelegs, further enjoying the show.

"You guys climax yet?" said Bugsy.

Pixie said, "You can stop now."

The humping stopped. Bugsy and Geffa were chuckling while Randal and Todd were obviously embarrassed.

"Please," said Randal, "Turn us back into humans! Stop this! How long can this go on?"

Geffa grinned. She hopped down from her endtable and took Pixie's side, "Oh... this can go on for a while longer! Much, _much_longer!"