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Violet

What an awful day for Greg. Instead of bringing out the sun that day, it was windy and wet. His umbrella blew out on his way to work, causing him to be reprimanded for "dirty attire" from the pouring rain soaking his clothes. Barely anyone showed up to his convenience store, and when they did they were just as wet as he was, so he spent quite some time mopping up and slipping on puddles on the floor. Luckily, the day was almost over after his shift; even the weather eased up a bit, and he could quietly make his way back to his apartment where his true companion was waiting for him. She was Violet, a small female German shepherd, one he found on the street and has devoted his life to taking care of at this point. He remembered how matted the fur on her body was, and the scars he cleaned up from what seemed like an altercation with another more aggressive male. Those wounds had thankfully faded and he made sure to bath her enough to keep that coat nice and soft and fluffy. Once home, the slender and fair-skinned owner pushed some dark bangs away from his vision and opened his door.

Master! Its Master! Happy! Yay!

So thought the not-so-little ball of fur and flurr that was Violet. She hopped about the narrow but comfortable confines of his house, scrambling about on all fours and barking eagerly. It was important to tell her Master that she was here, and she was happy to welcome him. The dog planted herself on the mat right before the door, hindquarters down, tail whipping about. She tried her best to look regal, majestic, but came off as adorable and goofy.

Master! Yay!

It was always a cute look when he opened the door to his big tough guard dog. “There's my girl!" He dashed right past her, knowing she would run out and tackle him if he just stood there. “Come here, give me kisses!" Once he had closed the door and locked it, he knelt down closer to her height and felt her ambush of face licks and frontal paws planted against his shoulders. Never one to deny or let her owner down, she was growling playfully and lunging forward, barking in happiness and brushing her tongue along his cheeks and chin while forepaws batted at his body. Oh yes, Violet loved her Master with all her little animal heart. Ever since he had taken her in from the big, dark, cold outside and kept her warm, safe, fed and comforted. She'd warm his bed for him, guard his territory from squirrels and mailmen, and even give up her favorite toys. Violet loved her Master.

“If only I had a human girl as loyal and grateful as you," came an off-handed comment from her master, meant purely as a joke since really, what girl would ever want him? Every time he'd flirt or ask one out, he'd been turned down politely or worse: made fun off in front of his peers. But he loved this dog, petting her all over and scratching her two favorite spots: behind her ears and right along her butt, close to the base of her tail. “Alright, let's get you something to eat!" He then made his way to the kitchen, filling her metal bowl with dog chow, which he kept high in a pantry so she wouldn't binge all of it at once without him knowing.

Master is barking at me again. I wish I understood his barks...

Her ear would waggle as the young canine cocked her head, trying hard to understand her owner, but the jingle of kibble clinking against stainless steel signaled one of her favorite times. Food-time!

As she was eating up her chow, he wondered how they could make a single food that was crunchy, delicious, and gave dogs all the nutrients they needed. Why couldn't they make that for people already? Maybe he just detested cooking that much, all the hassle and preparation that he barely had time for given his work schedule and recluse habits. He resorted to a simple meal for tonight, microwaveable pizza. “Sometimes you have it easy, Vee."

Again, the owner made his mind known, which only came across as bark noises before he said her name. Only then did she look up in case he required something from her. Yet once more, it seemed that the male was just feeling off. Her nostrils flared, surveying the air. She could smell his sadness, his depression, and its presence made her whine in discomfort. Violet didn't like it when the Master was making that face or giving off such a dark scent. She wanted him to be happy. She loved him and wanted to be loved. Then, it hit her: the owner was hungry! Tail wagging with her cleverness, the dog pushed her bowl with her nose until it touched his feet, some kibble still left in the shiny container. The message was clear as the canine looked up to her male with love and devotion in her surprisingly emotive eyes.

I share it with Master.

He felt the bowl against his ankle, pausing from his blank stare at the revolving food being cooked. This good girl he had; she wanted to share that chow with him, even though he's never had an interest in it. It just made him laugh and pet the top of her head, giving her less to worry about. There wasn't much she could do to cure his more existential sadness other than be alive and act her usual self.

Once the microwave oven beeped, he sat himself at his table with his hot meal, having pushed her bowl back towards her with his foot. She never seemed to understand what he was doing when her Master was fooling around with such technology, yet somehow it produced food for her Master. It smelled so good, tempting the dog with the possibility of maybe getting to lick her Master's plate. He did that sometimes, and she loved it! In any case, the dog assumed her place at her owner's feet, curled up and nibbled at her food, serving two roles: comforting her Master with her presence, and guarding the leader of their pack while he ate. For all dogs knew they were vulnerable as they ate; they were vulnerable when pooping too, but the human forbade her to watch him on the toilet. So, Violet kept her ears perked and ready, eyes watching the corners of the apartment for any aggressors.

Once done with his meal, he set the plate down for her to lick since she liked to do that. No worries, he'd clean it off properly later on. With a pat to her behind, her master would make his way over to his bedroom, undressing out of his work clothes into just his underwear. His plans for tonight were binging social media and YouTube videos, with the remaining downpour outside hitting his window and hopefully bringing him to sleep. No need for laundry right now, that's tomorrow's chores. Violet was quick to follow him and hopped up on top of his bed, nuzzling up between his legs and curling close. Such was their routine, such felt right, and the pet didn't want to change it in any way. Life otherwise seemed so complicated and harsh, especially for him and his Violet, so it was the simple things that kept them afloat. Tender moments like this, cuddled under the blankets of his bed. He let out a yawn and set down his phone to charge at his nightstand, looking down at his loyal pet with those brilliant green eyes. "Good night...you can stay in bed tonight," Greg assured her, then closed his eyes and gave her access to any spot on the bed.

Tucked up against the reassuring bulk and breadth that was her owner, the canine snuffled and crept further up along his body through the night, until she was just below his arm, nuzzled into the crook of his elbow where she could keep an eye on the windows and doorway. Always on guard duty, always vigilant to protect her Master, even with her life if it came to such a thing. He didn't ask that of her, but it was an unspoken law bound in every dog's blood: you defended the hand that fed you.

Later that night, it would seem her vigilance paid off, as a new thing in the sky sent her into a barking fit, growling and trying to scare off the strange dazzling light in the sky.

Go away! Go! Away! "Arff! Ruff! Ruff! Grrrrrrr."

The noise had woken up her Master as well, but instead of investigating the oddly bright and starry night sky, he grabbed and pulled his dog back into bed with him. "Shush, shush! It's not an intruder, let's go back to bed," He reasoned with the canine, though she wouldn't know what he was saying just from his words. Pulling her away and grabbing her muzzle shut until she stopped growling might, though.

The streak of light that passed along the sky begged for her attention, and while her Master tried to restrain and quiet his dog, Violet was too focused. She knew it was important, she knew it mattered, and maybe her Master even knew what it was. He was barking his noises, and the frustrated canine couldn't understand! She wished she could! So bad!

In that moment, Violet fixed that strange streak in her eyes, opened up her little animal heart, and filled her whole mind with one simple and single desire, the purest wish she could ever manage.

I wish I was like Master, so I could understand him, and be like him, and eat like him, and sleep like him.

With that, the dog yawned, blinked, and curled back up against her Owner, unaware of the tingle that crept all along her body...that would forever change both their lives.

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The next morning seemed like every other entry into his weekend. He'd groan and yawn with eyes fluttering open, passing from the dream world into the real world. The dream he had last night was strange; he had a girl in his home, very friendly and pure, and he kept calling her his wife. They kissed, washed dishes together, held each other on the couch...not like that would happen soon. “Good morning, Vee," He called to his dog, running his hands along her fur.

"Good morning, my Master."

The shepherdess barked her words out sleepily as she squirmed and nuzzled against his body, her form entirely and completely changed to resemble a humanoid figure, something she had yet to notice. But her owner did, pausing for a good while to translate what just happened in the span of just a few seconds. He heard a woman's voice calling him "Master", the figure of some kind of dog-human hybrid in bed with him, her body naked and cuddled up against him. He hadn't quite put all the pieces together--not that he could right away given the situation--but he called to his pet once more.

"Violet?"

Ears perking up, the nude and shapely canine beauty looked up to her Master to see what he had to say, before she realized something he was also struggling with: She could understand him! He could understand her!

Jaw dropping with this revelation, that long narrow pink tongue of hers lolled in excitement as the girl pounced upon her owner and showered his face with kisses. Less of a cute animal thing now, and something more intimate.

"Yaaay! Master! I can hear you! You can hear me! Oh, wow! Hooray!"

Greg merely kept a very dull stare of confusion during the whole process, wondering if he was still dreaming or outright hallucinating. Those doggie licks were more uncomfortable as well, but this thing's excitement and the duration of each lick meant it wasn't to be taken as sensual. "I...I don't understand. How did you get like this?"

Violet's excitement waned as she frowned and flicked her ears about in confusion, trying hard to recall just what had happened between last night and this morning.

"Hrmm...Master had beep-box food, I shared my food with Master, Master let me lick his plate, Master let me sleep on his bed, weird light streak scared me so I barked at it...wait!" Beaming suddenly and setting her tail wagging, the naked girl would grin from ear to ear as she happened upon the only explanation. "When the light streak woke me up, Master made bark noises at me, and I got sad I could not understand Master. So I tried very very hard, and made a wish to be like Master..."

"Okay, yeah, sure..." He was still boggled, but his eyes could only focus on one thing...her finely-sculpted body. How did a wishing star turn his perfectly normal and cute German shepherd into this furry babe? Wait, did he even have the nerve to call her "babe"? She was still his dog, after all! "So now you can act human and stuff. Ohhh, great..." his cheeks grew warm with flush, hands pressed against his face.

"Mhmm! Now I talk to Master, and eat like Master, and go with Master wherever he goes!"

Still straddling the male, there was a sudden look in that dog's eyes. It switched from one of exultant excitement, to the deepest devotion and affection that could ever be felt--or received--by another living thing, the love of a former animal for its owner.

"I love my Master. I want Master to be happy."

That look in her eyes spelled out her personality, one that he knew only his pet Vee had. She really was bipedal now, and super cute! With a gulp in his throat, he sat up and inspected her new body head to crotch; it would be head-to-toe, but her feet--whatever they looked like--were out of frame, leaving just her nude front on display. "Well, I guess this is real. Maybe we should freshen up and get some breakfast now." He could feel himself blushing more once he gently petted her head.

Barking once in agreement, it was peculiar how well her voice lent that sound so naturally, and yet fit with her new form. Violet hopped off her male to move to the floor, walking on all fours as was normal for her. She'd still be uncertain of moving on two legs until taught to do so, if her owner wished.

"Yay! Food time!" If anything could bring a smile to the dog face, muzzle...features, yes features, it would be the mention and possibility of food, as she eagerly followed her owner on all fours.

"You don't have to be on all fours, you know..." Even if it was sexy to watch her crawl like that; just a little bit. There wasn't much he had in terms of meals for two, but that just meant he'd double up on his single-person meals. "Do you want egg, sausage, or grains?"

"Um...hrrff...Violet wants it all!"

Much like the animal she had once been, she stood up to lean against the counter with her handpaws, barking in excitement as she was hungry for everything she could get, really!

He couldn't help but chuckle at her posture, teasing her with a smack to her fluffy butt. The canine yipped in surprise at that, but took it as a playful gesture, a squirm and wiggle of her hips from the swat. Then Greg pulled out two bowls for milk and cereal. "I'm gonna have you try cereal first. It's sugary and crunchy," he described while pulling out the milk and cereal box. Might be a bit advanced for her to use a spoon when she only used her muzzle and tongue before.

"Violet is very hungry…Master maybe get more cereal, and treats, and ice cream!"

It was clear that the dog was getting a touch distracted, but who could blame her? She was used to eating dry kibble and licking plates clean, and now, given a choice, she wanted to choose.

"Fine, I'll make you a big, big bowl," He agreed with a smirk on his face, filling that cereal bowl to the brim, and putting some napkins underneath it on the table for her since she might do quite a bit of spilling and mess along his nice IKEA table. Her Master would sit across from her with his own bowl and dig right in, handing her a spoon to test out for her first "human" meal.

Violet looked to the seat and then to the floor...the seat...the floor, before she finally tried to sit down before the table on all fours, leaning down to try and lick at the bowl of cereal.

"Hurff! Thank you Master! Worf!"

"That's not how that works. Watch Master," Greg called for her attention, using the spoon in one hand and cupping the bowl with the other. Surely if she copied his demonstration she'd figure it out pretty quickly.

To her credit, the shepherdess tried her best to emulate her Master. She tried it with one paw, but her fingers didn't grasp the spoon right. So she used two! This worked better, and she managed to get some of the food on the utensil, but after a few tries, she put the spoon back on the napkins before smiling at her owner.

"Watch Violet, Master! We both try!"

She'd dip her head and start crunching the cereal happily, her tail wagging as she enjoyed the breakfast set out for them both.

At least she tried. She wasn't being too messy crunching up her cereal, but how did she do that without milk going up her nose? Maybe there were just things he could do his way and figure out how she could do them her own way.

“I think I'm fine. Your muzzle is longer than mine, so I might have some trouble doing that," explained her Master, continuing to use his trusted spoon method.

It was an odd look seeing her in a humanoid form still operating on canine behavior, but it was what she was used to doing. At this point, her nudity was becoming more realized as well. It didn't gradually manifest in a literal or physical way, but the more he glanced at her fluffy body, the more he came to a terminal conclusion: she was really cute, the same way a nice human girl was. Did her precious eyes dazzle him the most? Was it the smooth coat of fur, tan along her front which faded into a darker brown along her sides and back? Her long fluffy tail swaying happily? Or maybe the hips and bubbly, furry butt it was attached to? He didn't notice the slight bulge in his undies until he stood from his chair. She was right around his crotch's level too considering her posture. No, his body wasn't betraying him; just morning wood, right?

"Oh, sorry," He groaned, covering his crotch for now on his way to the shower. Quick thinking…wait, the shower! What if she tried to jump in with him? She would normally try to claw at the door just to watch him use the toilet too--probably his fault since he did watch her do her business outside while house-training her.

"Master is sorry? Master do nothing wrong."

Vee would murmur as she followed her owner to the bathroom, a sly look upon her face as she was intending to slip into the small chamber this time before her Master could close the door and deny her access. Seems she was quicker than he thought. Suffice to say, Violet had much more energy than him in general. He went to tug down his underwear, only to see her new body climbing right into the room while he was in a compromised position.

"Violet, wait!" He panicked and yelped with wide eyes, nearly tripping as his undies were just above his knees. His hand smacked against the bathroom wall as a means to stop gravity from sending him to a quick trip to the hospital. Fully exposed, he kept warning his pet, "I...I need some privacy right now. It's hard to explain!"

Her head cocked to one side as Violet seemed confused with her Master's words. Hurt welled up in her expressive eyes as the canine sniffed and snuffled.

"Violet do something wrong? Violet is sorry, Master. So so sorry."

It wasn't exactly clear to the dog what she had done wrong, but from her owner's pose and scent, he was clearly in distress. The dog wondered if it had anything to do with his sex, the thing between his legs that she had seen him stroke once or twice in the dark, and it was these thoughts that decided her next actions. With sadness on her face, Violet would lower herself to kneel just before her owner and nuzzle about his groin, each lick in apology while her words stressed her condolences.

"Violet is sorry, Violet is sorry for Master, don't be mad, Master..."

No, wait...She wasn't going to do much good nuzzling and licking his groin like that, because it only got him stiffer! Maybe he did secretly have a thing for furry girls like her; hard to tell since she's the first one he's ever seen like this! "Since you changed, I think my body's grown sexually attracted to you. Never happened before when you were just a four-legged pup, but now..." He tried to explain himself since there wasn't an easy way to kick her out without hurting her feelings further. Poor Greg was still basically in shock, and not helping was his throbbing boner.

Vee's face would turn the opposite way now, as she was still confused by what he meant and what he was saying. But, she didn't stop apologizing. She was a bad dog and she had to make it up to her owner, the only way she knew how: nuzzles and licks! Across his thighs, against that sack between them, and even a few against his sex, for good measure. Vee did not want to be a bad girl. She wanted to be good, and she wanted her Master to be happy, despite the signs of distress somehow getting more exacerbated.

"Violet is sorry for sexually attractivating the Master! Violet did not mean to attractionate Master's sexuals! Violet wants to be a good girl..."

"N-Now, now," he pulled his crotch away from her muzzle and gave her gentle pets in an attempt to show that she should maybe stop trying to lick her way out of this mess. "That won't be necessary." Finally he'd give out a sigh, trying to lower his panic and take some deep breaths.

What was a man to do in this situation? He could just ask her for some sexual play or favor, but seeing her comprehension of human language at the moment, it didn't seem like a completely consensual situation. Jerking off in the shower was an option, but how would she react to watching him jerk off this time? Would she try to--scratch that, he knew she would try to help. Maybe she even pondered that once she did catch him in the act.

"My body is just confused. It's not your fault, okay? You're still a good girl. You can join me in the shower and we can try to figure some things out, okay?"

"Okay, Master. Violet loves you."

Tail wagging as she now cocked her head properly, the shepherdess was no longer confused and simply satisfied with the petting and scritches, leaning into the pleasing touches as she looked to the shower and smiled.

"Hehe, Master loves you too~" With that out of the way, he let his hard cock sway here and there along his journey into the shower, expecting her to join him with that invitation he gave her. He reached down and turned on the spraying water, letting it rinse over his body and messy hair. That felt good, relaxing even!

"Violet, do you know what happens when people and animals wanna have babies?" Fair question to ask, right?

She crawled over beside her human owner. Usually the shepherdess didn't care for bathing and grooming, sharing a fear of water that many dogs did and only tolerating it when she needed to be washed. Yet that was before the change. That worm of unease in her belly was gone, and instead she desired to join her Master and stand up like he did in the drizzle. It was funny, the water was warm and comforting in a way, and soon the dog was panting and letting her tongue loll out in delight. It took a moment for her keen ears to register that her owner was speaking to her. Violet was shame-faced that she didn't immediately respond, standing close to her owner as she focused her brown eyes on his own.

"No, Master. Violet knows about when Violet in heat, she wants to make pups, but Violet not know about people heat. Does Master have heat too?"

"I guess you could say that," he responded matter-of-fact, compared to the perplexing situation at hand. He had to be a good owner, though, and reassure his newly transformed pet, maybe educate her as well. No way in hell was he going to let this get him more riled up than necessary.

"How do you feel right now standing up like that?"

"It's...new. I don't know how to feel about it, but Master stands up, and I want to be with Master. So, I will stand up."

Once more that look of total obedience and devotion shone through all over her face as the canine practically admitted to a desire to please her owner in any way she possibly could. It was a lot more innocent when she was still a regular pup, but now it just felt strange, like a child trying to appease his every whim. He spoke the same thought to her with a pat of her shoulder, "You may have the body of a grown woman...dog, but you still act like a loyal little puppy."

It was a term of endearment, but it didn't cease that pondering of their relationship. He could take total control, every advantage, and turn her into a much dirtier and obedient girl than she already was, all for his amusement. But, did he want that? His mind kept racing while he lathered soap on his body.

"Of course! Master saved Violet from Big Dark Cold Outside! Master fed Violet, Master take care of Violet when sick or in pain, Master loves and plays and make Violet happy! Violet do anything for Master. Violet protect Master, bring food to Master…" It was here that her voice got quiet as the enormity of her words made even the simple soul that was Vee sober, but she didn't flinch away or shy from the truth that they both knew.

"...carry pups for Master..."

Oh, he heard that. Oh god, she was consenting! Now he really was in a position to take advantage of her. Scandalous, lecherous, dangerous; and yet, turning him on. He'd let out a gulp and chuckle for her as if she just told a joke.

“Yes, yes...let's not worry about that now. Besides, I doubt you can have human babies with me."

Tail wagging briskly in the shower, the dog gave a happy bark and nuzzled in close against her male, smiling wide against his bare chest. "Violet loves Master." She did truly love him no matter what, indubitably. Perhaps, it wasn't so bad after all now that he had discovered sexual feelings for his pup. With such an adorable face against his chest, he held her close and embraced, rubbing a hand along her back, slow and sensual, tracing along her dampened fur.

“I know, and I love you too. I always will. Maybe you can help Master after all."

That tail only waved faster now, as the dog perked her head and looked to the male before her curiously. Her narrow but curvy hips pressed against his body, small but firm breasts against his chest. "Yes! Violet help Master!" With that, she was completely under his thumb, and in a lecherous way it's exactly where he'd want a girl like her. He stole a quick kiss to her muzzle, then gazed into her eyes. Was that his first kiss? Probably, but not his last, and not his best either.

“Then you'll do everything your Master tells you."

He quickly flipped her around, hands making their way to travel down and massage against her naked front, and his kisses pecked against her cheek and inched their way down to her neck. He'd grab a handful of her breast, kneading it to his pleasure, the other tracing along her belly just above her fluffy little slit. "Mmm, how do you like your Master touching you?" He spoke with sharp, heated breaths of passion, cock throbbing and stiff against her perky canine ass.

Kissing back her owner less from skill and more from instinct, the beautiful and bare Violet would rock her hips from a deep seated desire to do so, rumbling out her words in the closest thing a dog could get to a purr as she obeyed her owner entirely and completely.

"I love Master. I do anything for Master. Master is making Violet feel good~"

"Good, good girl," He reinforced that loyal nature and breeding instinct, grinding his cock teasing and sliding between those cheeks, hand grabbing her crotch and feeling those folds between her thighs. He could get off right now, give Vee the old "rut her and dump her '.' But, knowing this was the first piece of pussy he's ever gotten, perhaps it was time to explore and share a nice love-making experience instead of treating her like just a toy.

"This is making me feel good, too. And right now, you look so cute getting all hot and horny for Master…any guy would be lucky to have a girl like you!" He couldn't help but praise her, giving her so many more kisses, swapping spit, treating her like a proper lay.

Then he'd pull back and push her forward, ready to strike. "Bend over!"

"Yes, Master." Panting with arousal for the first time in her life, the shepherdess did just as he desired, arching over and pressing her handpaws against the smooth yet slickened linoleum walls. She shook her firm, fine behind and gave Greg a gaze with entirely unfettered and undimmed love, devotion, and a deep animal desire to be taken any way her Master required. What a sight to behold, especially since she was wiggling and showing off with such trust and want; he had to fuck her at this point!

With a grab along her hips and a press of his tip to her begging lower lips, his own heart racing from the excitement alone that came from one's first penetration. Then, in he went, slowly delving into her depths, feeling a warm and slick enveloping around him. "Ohhh, Violet~" His methodical entrance led him pretty far inside of her, seeing how deep he could go into virgin pussy. She gave a bark of surprise, having never felt this before. A lot of his girth buried into her body, exploring those crevices that were almost built for his human cock. He could go all in, one solitary puncture. Yet it held out, and remained up the owner to make that final move in claiming his pet in every way, all ways, for the rest of their lives.

"Harff! Master!~" And what an adorable noise she made along the way! Such an amazing combination of cute and sexy. With that, he gave one final push to seal the deal, then pulled back to give her a thrusting, mating rhythm. It was slow and steady with his rod exploring every inch of her.

"Oh yeah, that feels...so good..." Moaned out her master, simply enjoying his rut for now.

Even if her anatomy loosely resembled that of a human female, the canine lacked a hymen as part of a biological lottery, with only the slightest whimper of pain from his penetration. Vee properly spread herself out against the wall as if on instinct, handpaws and legs wide, tail brushing and wagging against the Master's chest. She panted in desire, she smiled with pleasure, but most of all she beamed with pride as she was doing a good job of pleasing her Owner.

"Yesss! Violet do good for Master! Violet love making Master feel good. Violet do this…as much as Master wants!"

He loved the sound of her cute wailing, and he wanted more! Her Master grabbed that tail and pulled on it gently like a leash, drilling in deeper and faster with her ass perched upwards. This was what he truly longed for, and while he didn't expect it from his adorable pet Violet, he was making sweet lemonade with the lemons life had given to him. Even then, Greg tried to hold back, keeping composure during their first time. She might not appreciate it or care, but this sexual play was going to be their ultimate treat, a true gift for love and devotion.

More barking slipped out of her maw, while that long pink tongue lolled out and wagged, panting and rocking back into his thrusts as her body reacted entirely from instinct.

"Harff! Ahff! Worfff! So good! Master! So good!"

His pacing slowed, pulling out only to lift her body up and kiss her hard with her back planted against the wall. His cock plunged in once more, thrusting up against her body, grabbing along her shoulder with her other leg lifted for leverage. Each kiss echoed a moan, tongue swirling against hers, spit being swapped during their love-making.

"Hrmmf! Armfff!" The barking never ceased, even when her Master poked his tongue into that elongated mouth and lapped at her own, and especially as he held her close and drilled deeper and harder into her. Violet was enthralled, in total and complete bliss. Her body was on fire with the heat and passion that coursed in her furry flesh, and she felt a tautness in her loins that threatened to consume her as she whimpered in between the kisses.

"Orhff! M-Master! S-something is…harff! Happening!!!"

"Ahh, oh Vee...I can feel it too," responded Greg in equal excitement and passion. His release was building up, a volcanic burst accumulating within, feeling so much more visceral and fiery than a nightly jerk-off session. There was no more imagining or hoping. No need when he had it all right in front of him, fulfilling every fantasy he's ever had. His grip tightened around her body, speeding right towards that finish line, balls smacking against her underside. And then, he erupted, grunting and heaving out with his head thrown back, seed flooding into his canine's belly unrelentless.

"Ohfff! Ohhhhfff! Master! Huuuooorrrfffffff!"

Screaming out her holder's title and howling her pleasure out to signal her release, the canine came hard alongside her male. A clamp as hot as a furnace, tighter than steel bands made from the forge, and quenched like an ocean's hailstorm as her excitement was washed away by the water streaming from the showerhead. The folds and muscles of her divide viced around his cock, twitching and rippling in time to his pulses as that dog pussy worked its hardest to milk her owner dry. She was quite the squirter! With balls thoroughly drained, the rest of his body relaxed with a deep embrace for his new lover, forming a deeper bond with his pet than he'd ever imagined. "Violet, oh Violet," He murmured to his girl, petting her in the afterglow with what felt like tonnes lifted from his shoulders.

The animal-like girl could only cling tightly to her lover, her mate, her Master as she shook and trembled. All these feelings were so hot, so raw, so new to her. Even if she was a little scared and lost, there was still the strength of her owner, the warmth of her mate, the presence and bond of her Master. And with that, the pup could nuzzle weakly against him and murmur her words.

"Violet loves her Master..."

"And Master loves you more."

They kept their embrace for a little while longer, but not too long since they were wasting water. His body released from hers, letting his mess drool from her slick snatch; if only they were in their bedroom and not the shower, otherwise he'd love to see her clean off his bits--and maybe hers--with that long canine tongue.

"From now on, if your Master is in heat like before, you can ask him to breed with you. If water isn't nearby, I want you to clean us both off with your tongue, or maybe a towel. How does that sound?" Greg gave his demands.

"Okay, Master. Violet will be a good girl for her owner."

Smiling and nodding in agreement, it was almost as if the dog was thankful for the opportunity to lick his softening shaft clean of cum, or the chance to be bent over at any time and railed hot and fast and messily. What unfolded was a new world that had been opened up to them both as human and pet. In its truest form, she was grateful with every fiber of her being, as this was all she ever wanted, to be with her male and please him in every way possible.

"Master wants me to lick him clean now?"

Seeing the water rinsing them both off, there wasn't much cum she could clean off. But, even his used plates had some residue left over, and she didn't mind that one bit. "Of course you may," allowed her master, his legs spread with plenty of room for her tongue to lap across his entire crotch region. Violet dropped to her knees faster than lightning could strike, and her semi-rough tongue brushed and combed along every inch of her owner's groin and girth. Her eyes were always on his as she sought approval, advice, or praise.

Her master was surprised by how quickly she'd fulfill that request, but she was an eager pet after all. That kind of doggie tongue bath would be enough to turn him on again if he hadn't just drained himself the minute before. "Mmmf, atta girl~"

Beaming wide--or as much as a girl could with her Master's balls on her tongue--the dog would wiggle her rear and wag that tail in pride as she did just what her owner desired, eventually turning over to pleasant nuzzling and nosing when all the mess from his sex and her own had been cleaned up.

"Good girl," came his reinforcing reply, turning off the shower for now as they were pretty much done there. He gave her an extra towel while he dried himself off, hoping she didn't do her usual wet shake. Just as she was about to shake, her owner gave her instructions, "If you wanna be more like Master, rub this all over your fur, and don't try to shake it off," Greg explained. Vee sought his approval and delight so she did just that. Accepting the large fluffy fabric square and using it like he did, she tried her best to dry off, even if she wanted to shake as was natural to her.

He saw the hesitation in her eyes, but he had to house-train her once more and make her act more "human" if she was going to be humanoid from now on. She might have caught on some human behavior already, but it was something he needed to keep in check. One of them being clothes, actually.

"Once you're dry, you can try on some of my clothes for now."

But that would not work. The shepherdess shook her head and looked pleadingly to her owner, whimpering softly as she tucked her tail in between her legs. "Master does not like look at Violet? Violet sorry, Violet not want wear clothes. Scratchy, itchy against fur, not like at all."

Well, getting her to dress modestly in the house was going to be an issue, but maybe something with softer or smoother material might suit her. "Don't know if you noticed, but most people wear clothes when they're outside, especially in cold weather," He explained while dressing himself in something casual for indoors.

Perking up at this assertion, the dog wagged her tail and exited the shower to go lay down on her Master's bed, curled up and placed her head atop her handpaws as she watched him dress.

"Violet isn't people. Violet is Master's Bitch!"

He froze at the word "bitch" happily barking right out from her mouth, wondering if that was just some inherent word in her vocabulary or if he used it as an insult one too many times playing online games. Then again, how would she deduce that it meant "subservient girl" too?

"Where did you learn that word, Violet?"

With her head cocked in curiosity, she looked at her male and seemed confused and as inquisitive as he was.

"Where does Violet learn any word? Why Violet like Master now? Many things I confused about, but are."

"Hehe, it's a naughty word, so let's keep it in the bedroom, huh? 'Good girl' and 'pet' are more polite, but I guess you'll be my 'bitch' when I breed you," he explained once fully dressed and sauntering over towards the nude canine girl. Her speech capacity was pretty limited too, or was that just how her thought process worked as a canine? Rather puzzling.

Nodding eagerly, she barked to hear her terms laid out for her to understand, knowing what she was and feeling all the more better for it.

"Yay! Violet is a good girl!"

He could have her so much differently, turn her into a cock-hungry bitch, solely for his own deep, dark, dirty desires, but then again he expected company every now and then; not often, and they'd still be absolutely stunned by just the sight of her, but having her trained into more of a proper girlfriend seemed like a more reasonable plan. Cradling her body against him, he made his love known, “Yes you are, Violet." And he meant it too, every word.