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It had been a full day since Randal and Todd were turned into dogs.

Although he had his ability to read taken away from him, Randal still understood how an analog clock worked. He saw that it was 7 o'clock and knew it had been a full 24 hours since he and his roommate Todd had been turned into dogs. Since then he had been stripped naked, walked around the town to show off his naked body, had his bathroom privileges revoked, had his ability to read taken away, and recently had his ability to talk taken away.

But as a dog he had gotten laid three times already, so it wasn't all bad!

He wandered idly around the house, unsure what to do. The night moved in and it was getting close to bedtime. His master Pixie allowed him to sleep on the bed the night before but wouldn't allow it a second time in a row.

"You have to get used to sleeping outside," said Pixie.

Randal looked out the screendoor window out into the backyard. Todd was already out there lying on his back. The blackness of the night stretched out beyond the backyard into the park. The idea of Randal sleeping outside where anyone could see him made him agoraphobic.

He tried to protest but all that came out were dog whimpers. Pixie gave him a peck on the cheek, said her goodnight, and then went into the room. Randal was left alone in the dark. The quiet was excruciating. He swallowed hard, walked up to the screendoor, and let himself outside.

Todd didn't seem to notice Randal walk out. Randal looked around. It didn't look like any other pets were sleeping outside. He cuddled himself close and got down beside a doghouse. There was something written above it but he couldn't read. Maybe it wasn't his doghouse? It didn't matter.

He laid down on his back and faced the stars. The night was cool but he would survive. He could hear owls hooting and bugs chirping. He glanced over at Todd. Todd seemed to be in a similar state, staring at the stars.

Randal thought about everything that happened to him over the last day. Would he be stuck this way? Would he ever go to school again? Would he fail? So many questions swam around in his mind. How was he going to get to sleep with such anxiety? What would happen if his family saw him the way he was? Would he get a girlfriend this way?

Randal's thoughts were interrupted by a smacking sound. He looked over and saw Todd with a tall thick erection. He was cranking it, casually. His face looked ponderous but he was rubbing it like a monkey in the trees.

Randal couldn't be upset. What else were they supposed to do? In fact, Randal got the urge. He reached down and patted his penis. It was so big and firm and felt good to touch, but the deed required imagination. He thought about sexy girls. There was a moment where he thought of regular myumans but his mind pivoted to all the sexy animal girls he knew.

Brandy, the fat cat girl he met last night, entered his mind. He fucked her twice and it was great. The way she spread her legs for him got him hard. He also thought about the motherly panda and crass bull dog. He wanted to get with them too. They were both chubs. They probably had great chunky asses. Shame he never got to see those bulbous cheeks.

That dumbed down lizard girl was probably a bomb in the sack. Neptuna's the lizard girl's master, was pretty cute too. So many asses he wanted to grope. That canary girl he met couldn't talk and he felt sorry for her but that didn't mean he didn't want to rip off her clothes and fuck her so hard that she chirped the alphabet.

That's all Randal could do: think about all the animal girls he wanted to pork and jerk off towards the stars. It got him over his anxiety of sleeping outside, and the night faded into mist and he fell into slumber.

The next day was more of the same.

He had his meals on the floor out of a doggy bowl, he did his business on the newspaper in the back, he was subject to Geffa and Bugsy's harassment, and he filled his time by watching movies. Geffa brought in a special one: a movie called 'Every Dog Has its Day'. It was a normal action film except... all the characters were dog people, like what Randal and Todd had become. The film was also more sexual compared to myuman movies. Although an action film, there were five different sex scenes that were fully pornographic, showing bare ass, vag, and cock. Each time one came on, Randal and Todd got towering erections.

Each time this happened, Bugsy had a one-liner ready for them like, "Don't get too excited, boys! You can't fuck her through the screen!"

The film also had more potty humor compared to myuman action films. In one early scene a gunfight breaks out in a hotel lobby and after a quick thirty second of loud gunfire, the scene quiets to the sound of tinkling. The camera pans over to the german shepherd hotel manager- terrified and with peeing flowing out of his pant legs. The movie ends after a huge explosive finale where the hero dog hugs his sexy love interest before sniffing the air and realizing she shit her pants.

In the evening, it was time for a walk. For both dogs it was another chore until they remembered that the last time they went for a walk they got laid. Their excitement peaked!

Randal really wanted to find Brandy again, not just to have amazing sex again, but just to see her lovely face and her lovely feet. Pixie let him off his leash and he searched around but couldn't see Brandy, the panda, or her bull dog master. After minutes of searching he sat down on a bench, crestfallen.

A chickadee girl with big glasses sat down beside him. He didn't pay her any mind until he heard a rustling in her direction. He looked over and saw her staring right at her and rubbing her feathery fingers between her legs. There was a long moment of silence as she stared at him blankly while masturbating through her pants.

"You're pretty hot," she said.

Randal couldn't answer, so he smirked and shrugged.

The chickadee girl looked down at Randal's lap, "You also have a big penis."

Randal grinned and held it in his hand. The chickadee petted it.

"Do you want to do it?" she asked.

Randal nodded.

The chickadee leaned in and started making out with Randal. They reached around each other and they kissed and their tongues slopped around. When he realized the chickadee was getting very drooly, he let himself drool too. He ran out of their mouths and down onto the bench, their arms, and in the case of the chickadee, her clothes.

The chickadee pulled back and took off her top, exposing a pretty slim body with some chub and a set of round breasts. She tossed her clothes on the grass below. Randal grinned and leaned in to give one a light peck. His cock was at halfmast. He rubbed the breasts and the chickadee narrowed her eyes seductively and let out a quiet chirp.

The chickadee stood up in front of Randal and pulled down her pants, revealing a perky feathery pussy. Randal reached out and rubbed a couple fingers down its divide. The chickadee giggled and squirmed, her knees closing together. Randal's dick got rock hard.

The chickadee turned around and showed off a round bottom. Randal patted it. The chickadee stepped out of her pants, backed up over him and sat down on his lap, letting that big cock slide in her and parse those petite vaginal lips. Randal held her by her shoulders and began thrusting. The chickadee rocked back and forth.

Randal growled as the sensation of having such a sensual cave of flesh cover his cock overcame him. It was overwhelming but he curled his toes and kept thrusting. The chickadee felt like she was suffocating with a cock that big jammed inside her. She bit her beak and kept going.

There was a rush of energy. The chickadee could feel an orgasm come on and she held her thighs together. When it came, it spurted out the bottom like a leaky balloon. She chirped and grunted into the air. Hearing her cum was too much for Randal. He started barking and his body began shooting seed.

They barked, chirped, and grunted together until every last drop of the orgasm had escaped. After cooling down, the chickadee unhinged and sat down on the bench beside him, cum dripping out of her and onto the bench. She had a moment to catch her breath, then leaned into Randal to make out again.

They did that for a moment, drooling like last time, then the chickadee climbed aboard, this time facing forward. Her breasts rocked and waved in Randal's face. He took a lick at one, then another lick. Then he went ahead and planted his lips on the bulb and began suckling. The chickadee narrowed her eyes in ecstasy. A dog man sucking on her breast? Made her night.

They came again, with Randal howling loudly and the chickadee stretching out her legs on the bench and chirping deeply and loudly. Another rush of splooge all over the laps and the bench. The chickadee fell forward, resting her head on Randal. They caught their breath.

"Not bad," said the chickadee.

She got off of Randal and walked off, leaving her clothes. Randal got up and looked around some more. He wasn't the only one getting busy that evening, but that was to be expected.

Some masters like to not only walk around their pets on a leash but also make them crawl on all fours. It was especially humiliated and there was a chubby hamster woman with glasses forced to traverse like that by her great dane master. The dane walked the hamster woman over to another master, a topless cat man wearing only a pair of blue jeans, and his pet, a schlubby and fat golden retriever man also being walked around on all fours.

The hamster woman presented to the dog man and pulled down her pants. The retriever let his cock out and mounted the woman. They moan pathetically as the retriever bunny-like thrusting began. One quick orgasm and the retriever dismounted the hamster to let his cat master have a go. The cat dropped his pants and gave another doggy-style thrusting to the hamster woman.

Sex everywhere. It made it almost worth it to have your ability to read, ability to wear clothes, and ability to talk taken away from you.

Days continued the routine of Randal and Todd being the metaphorical punching bag for the three literate and clothed members of the household. Even as merciful and good-natured as Pixie could be, she still cared more about her own enjoyment making Randal and Todd wear hats than she did care about the humiliation that it put the dog boys through.

Pixie, Randal, and Todd were in her room, hats lying around on the floor, bed, and counter. Todd had a newsboy cap stacked on top of a beret. Randal had a tophat on. They sat cross legged feeling deeply humiliated that they had to be the dolls of their feline master.

Someone walked in the door. Back from her trip across state, in walked Elizabeth, a taller young lady with shoulder length red hair. She didn't detect anything wrong at first. The living room and view into the kitchen didn't signify anything wrong. She put her backpack down on the floor by the door and took off her coat, putting it on the rack where no other coat was hanging.

She heard a muttering from the kitchen and looked through the window to see a raccoon on the table with someone talking to it.

"Oh my god!" said Elizabeth.

Geffa and Bugsy turned to see the myuman, staring at them unsure of what to make of their abnormal presence. Geffa grinned and Bugsy knew some fun was about to begin. She got up and walked around the counter into the living room. Elizabeth stared at the dragon woman as she came from behind the column and approached her. Quiet squeaks of uncertainty escaped Elizabeth as Geffa approached her.

Elizabeth couldn't make sense of what she was seeing.

Geffa crossed her arms and grinned, "Hello, myuman. Welcome home."

Elizabeth's breathing got heavy. She looked up and down the alien creature. A scream escaped her. Then another that was louder. She fell back towards the door and Geffa took a step further. And then another, forcing Elizabeth to retreat into a corner.

Geffa leaned in close, "We were waiting for you to arrive!"

There was a hissing sound. Wetness exploded on Elizabeth's pants and it spread outward from the crotch and down the insides of her legs, dripping through the fabric and onto the floor. Tinkles of liquid came out the bottoms of her pant legs, too.

Bugsy laughed, "Looks like she had to rush home to the john and she didn't make it!"

She shivered and collapsed towards the ground, dropping right down into a puddle of her own making, and whimpering quietly.

Pixie and her two dogs came out of the room. When Randal saw that Elizabeth had come home, he was heartbroken to see her so shocked at what must have been completely incomprehensible to someone like her that had no introduction into goblins and magic like her had.

"Well," said Geffa, "Time to join the club."

She fired a bolt from her finger. It hit Elizabeth and she glowed in a surreal light, her form changing. When the light receded, it revealed her form had changed into a collie's. Her breasts had gotten bigger and her ass shapelier and her clothes morphed with her to fit her new curves, although they were still drenched from all the piss she sprayed into them. Her shoes had vanished, leaving bare her new fuzzy and clawed plantigrade feet.

Elizabeth's eyes went wide and her pupils turned to beads. She froze up, unable to move herself enough to let out a shriek. Geffa raised a hand into the air and after a short stir a green collar popped into existence. It floated in the air, waiting for Pixie to pick it up. Pixie took it and walked to Elizabeth's corner.

She leaned in and put the collar around Elizabeth's neck. Pixie took a sniff. She turned back to the others, "It seems my new collie has pooped herself."

This got a snicker from Bugsy and Geffa.

Pixie leaned upright. She said to Elizabeth, "Get up."

Without even having the willpower to move, Elizabeth stood upward but the action was not her own. That was her first taste of being controlled by Pixie. Her heart raced and her mind was going in circles and having her body possessed like it was freaking her out even further, but she had already evacuated all the bodily waste she could, so she couldn't express herself properly.

Bugsy chuckled, "Once again the first thing you get to do with your pet is change their pants!"

Todd grimaced in embarrassment.

"Follow me," she looked around, "What was her name again?"

"Elizabeth, I think," said Bugsy.

"Come Elizabeth," said Pixie, "Let's clean you up."

As Pixie and Elizabeth walked by Randal and Todd, Randal gave Elizabeth a sympathetic look, but Elizabeth wouldn't return it. She was on auto-pilot, or being piloted by her master's wishes more like. Her gaze was miles away and she perhaps couldn't even _notice_Randal. She walked with Pixie into Pixie's room, inaugural load stenching out from her panties. Pixie dipped into the kitchen to get a big garbage bag and brought it in with them.

Geffa looked at Randal, "There's some paper towels in the kitchen." she pointed at Elizabeth's puddle, "Wipe it up!"

Pixie shut the door, tossed the garbage bag on the bed, and had Elizabeth stand in the middle of the floor, the dripping from her pants had slowed. With a curt order from Pixie, Elizabeth took off her top and undid her bra, letting her hefty bosom out. Elizabeth dropped her shirt and bra unto the ground. Despite being forced into nudity under strange circumstances, she didn't react. She would heed her master's words but didn't have any willpower to do something herself.

Pixie looked at Elizabeth's breasts, "Pretty big," she fondled her own through her jacket, "Bigger than mine," She looked at Elizabeth's tight torso, "you're skinnier than me though."

Elizabeth said nothing so Pixie sighed and tapped her on the side, "Ok then, off with your pants, pooch!"

While staring straight ahead, Elizabeth, very robotically, undid her belt and unzipped her pants. She pulled them down revealing a pair of very wet panties, their color lost to bodily wastes. There was a lump in the back for when the collie girl bricked herself.

Elizabeth carefully took her pants off and after picking up the collie's shirt and bra and stuffing them in the bag to throw away, held the bag outward for Elizabeth to throw away her pants. In they went and then came the difficult task of lowering her panties.

"Take off your panties, slowly," said Pixie.

Elizabeth was careful and slow as she took her panties down her legs, careful not to spill the contents inside. Only a few drops got on the ground. The waste itself had dug into her body, thankfully. She brought them to the ground, stepped out of them, then carefully hovered them to the bag.

Elizabeth still didn't respond to her nakedness.

Pixie opened up the top drawer and picked out a box of wet wipes. She gestured Elizabeth to turn around and wiped down the butt crack first, making sure every dot of fecal matter was taken away. She tossed it into the garbage bag and brought out another wipe to mop up and down Elizabeth's crotch and legs where her urine had traveled. After she looked clean, that wipe went into the bag and the bag was sealed.

"Welcome to doghood," grinned Pixie.

Elizabeth said nothing and only gave a glimpse of eye contact.

Pixie threw the garbage bag in the backroom near the newspapers. Elizabeth had to be directed by Pixie to do _anything._She had to be told to leave the room, to sit on the couch, to sit down to eat, to catch a ball when it was thrown, and towards later in the evening, to go into the backroom and relieve herself.

If she was left to her own devices, she would sit very properly and stare into space. Nothing else. Pixie got tired of the hand-holding and left Elizabeth to bask in her shock.

While everyone else in the house were busy with other things, Randal saw Elizabeth sitting up against the wall, staring out into space in front of her like if she stared at the wall cabinets long enough, they would burst in the flames and reveal a door she could walk through to turn her myuman again and give her some clothes.

Randal didn't know what to do but he didn't want to leave her alone and traumatized. He walked over and looked down at her. She didn't respond. Randal couldn't call her name to get her attention. He walked past her and sat down beside her. After a couple seconds, he gave her a rub on her shoulder as a comfort.

He leaned beside her to brood together but then Elizabeth turned to face him. Randal stared back, waiting for her next move. Elizabeth's eyes lit up. She recognized his eyes and hair. It was Randal, her roommate! She grabbed him, almost to make sure he was real. She teared up a bit and fell her head into his shoulder, sobbing quietly.

Randal gently patted her back. Elizabeth brought her head back up and looked deeply into Randal's eyes. She gestured a bunch of hand movements very rapidly, with none of the intended communication landing on Randal. She growled frustratingly and sunk back against the wall.

There was a moment of silence, then Elizabeth peered over to Randal's lap and got a good look at his junk. She had _never_seen a rod of that size before. Her hand crept over her lap, his lap, and then touched the big member. Randal tried to stifle a moan but he couldn't help it. A moan escaped him and his cock got firm. She cupped the bottom of his big furry sack and his shaft began to expand and rise.

Elizabeth took a hand from Randal and brought it down to her crotch. She gave Randal a look and he peered down at her sex. He began to rub it. Elizabeth closed her eyes and after a few seconds of Randal rubbing his fingers between her vaginal lips, she moaned. It was getting sticky down there and over in Randal's lap, the missile silo was raising to the sky.

Elizabeth got up and walked in front of Randal. She turned around and while using her hands to suspend herself over Randal's lap, lowered her waist unto his and slid her pussy onto his pole. It was so huge, it felt unlike anything she had felt before. Her insides were being split like a grapefruit!

She rocked up and down Randal's lap and Randal clenched his ass to thrust upward. Elizabeth splayed her knees out, squatting down, and reached down to rub Randal's big sack. Randal gasped at the sensual touch.

They rutted. Elizabeth was knocked around on Randal's rockedy lap. She grunted as he drilled up into her. Randal took her shoulders and leaned back, pressing against the wall, to lift upwards into her. He huffed and rocked making his belly jiggle and Elizabeth's big bosom was swaying up and down.

Elizabeth's butt clenched and her moans got labored. She came. Out of her passages did juice seep and douse Randal's cock. The sticky sensual fluid dressed Randal's member and flooded down her caverns. At the base of where Randal's shaft was drilling into Elizabeth's sex, there was a burst of juices that dripped down onto Randal's lap.

The feeling of her orgasm leaking over his furry balls, on his thighs, and onto the floor between his legs was the tipping point. He couldn't hold it any longer. He reached around to cup her breasts and his balls unleashed squirt after squirt of cream, shooting up his shaft and into Elizabeth. He clenched his teeth and bucked up and down like a rodeo bull. One shot after another of seed into Elizabeth's sex. More fluid escaped the infiltration zone, covering Randal's lap.

They bucked and tangled, grunting deeply and beastly. They matted the floor against the wall. They drilled out every bit of orgasm they could and then Elizabeth got up. She looked down at the damage zone and saw how much they came. She looked around and spotted a box of tissues on the table. With rickety legs she walked over to grab them and brought them back to Randal, him still lying on the floor catching his breath. She grabbed a handful of tissues and started patting down the floor.

They cleaned up the mess and threw the wad of tissues into the trash. Elizabeth sat down on the couch unsure what to do next, and Randal relaxed against the wall, only shifting so he was no longer sitting in the remnants of their sexual pool.

There was nothing else to do that late at night in that quiet house so Elizabeth got up, walked up to Randal once again, and got down in front of him. She laid down on all fours, with her ass up towards his face. Her glistening sex was in plain view.

Randal leaned in and rubbed a cheek on the moist hive and then positioned himself over Elizabeth, and injected his rod into her. The thrusting began, and with nothing else to do, they continued fucking well into the night.

Bedtime had come. Without query from Pixie, Randal opened the screendoor and stepped out into the night, his naked cock instantly getting a chill breeze. He looked around. Down several houses in another backyard, he saw someone sitting outside. He couldn't make out what they were doing but he assumed they were sitting outside the same reason he was, although it looked like they were still wearing clothes.

There were a few others in backyards, but were too far off to make any details. Randal didn't pay any attention to it. He laid down and looked at the stars. Another day of being reminded that deep down he was just a beast.

Todd was busy with Pixie tonight and Randal had no idea where Elizabeth had gotten off to. There was nothing else to do but think about girls he wanted to fuck and start wanking. Girls entered his mind and spread their legs for him, exposing their ready sexes for penetration.

He wanked. He wanked and he didn't care for who heard his degenerate faps.

The screen door opened. Randal opened his eyes and looked up at Elizabeth who was staring down at the erect mastiff. His wanking slowed. She looked down at his big cock. She stood over him and after letting Randal takes his arms away from his center, dropped her knees around his waist. She leaned down to kiss him on the lips, then leaned back up and lowered herself on the cock.

She couldn't help herself. Her inner bitch was barking up a storm! She needed to silence the bitch with the cock of a well hung mutt. Maybe that mutt was a roommate of hers that she didn't interact with much before, but now that they had shed their myuman forms and unleashed their inner beasts, they had to be together.

They began rutting cowgirl style. Her thighs smacked against Randal's hips and her ass patted down on his sack. Their fingers entangled each other and dug into the grass below, claws piercing the dirt. They let their tongues hang out and drool.

Elizabeth swayed up and down Randal's body. She felt like the arch in Randal's erect rod would split down her taint and that the top would smash the other end of her vulva into paste. She dug her toe-claws into the grass. Randal's legs flailed and twisted, trying to keep up with every orgasmic urge in his body.

Their grunts turned canine. Gone were the primate moans and here were the canine growls and whimpers. Occasionally an arf escaped Randal, and Elizabeth's moans got howllike. She turned her head upward, thrusting those big round tits to the night sky. Her breathing got hard.

Randal curled his toes and could feel seed squirting out. He let out a light howl, but the more he heard himself do it, the more he wanted to do it. It got louder and louder and once Randal was howling into the night, the urge came over Elizabeth. She threw her head back and gave out a howl, then again, but this time a long, sustained one that the moon could hear. She unleashed and juices flowed out from their sexes, wetting the grass.

They got out a few last couple pumps and then with shaky legs, Elizabeth pulled herself off of Randal and collapsed beside him. After all of the juice was done seeping out of her, she cuddled up close to Randal and the two fell asleep.