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Well, here we are with my first animal TF story in a while. This one was inspired by Kora/MamaB's sequence The Sentence. That one involved a girl being turned into a horse cock. While it wasn't my thing, I found the set up intriguing so here is my rather different take on the idea of someone convicted by law to be transformed. I had fun giving people some ironic names in this one: Emma's last name if Faire but she's treated anything but fairly. Kort's name is fun as he's deeply suspicious of the corrupt Gobai court system. And Rintiro's name is an amalgam of canine movie star Rin Tin Tin and Japanese animator Rin Taro. Like the Transforming Mandy story, this one contains a lot of strait depictions of bestiality, so avoid if that make you queasy. This was meant to be a shorter story but I ended up with a 33 page monster. In theory, I could get three or four more chapters out of this one, but who knows if I will. Contains Transformation (F>German Shepherd), bestiality, anal, oral, forced transformation. Please comment if you like this story or Emma will bite you

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CONVICTING EMMA

By Hardcover

“Transformation literally means going beyond your form.”

--Wayne Dyer

Far off in the outer reaches of the galaxy, the technologically prosperous world of Gobai slowly revolved on its access as it made its way around its life giving star. Being so far away from the rest of the main stay of human galactic settlements, the green and purple tinged planet of Gobai had its own rules and laws, sometimes quite different from the norm. What made the world so unique was its unparalleled advances in genetic manipulation, made easily and above all else rather cheaply allowing those from all walks of life to access to its benefits. Few people on Gobai ever aged, and mostly they never got sick. Life spans were tripled due to the technology and the only deformities were deliberate, employed as means of self expression. Little people, for example, were not victims of a random condition on Gobai, dwarfism was a lifestyle choice. Even food (including pet food) was genetically engineered to produce neither waste nor unwanted body fat. Those who lived on Gobai were allowed access to a wide variety of genetic benefits, but were also subject to its sometime harsh and often corrupt justice system. The scientists on the world had used this genetic knowledge for medical reasons, cosmetic reasons, life extension and also for criminal punishment.

In the smaller city of Varusa, inside the great court hall, a trial was now taking place. Emma Faire stood in the defendant’s box, staring up at the Grand Lawsayer with growing horror. She stood dressed in her prisoner’s garb of a grey sleeveless shirt, and only a pair of grey panties on her bottoms. It was humiliating, but nothing compared to the waking nightmare that was now before her. Her Defender stood to her left at a wooden desk where his various papers were laid out. Emma stared at him with frustration: His defense of her had not been all he had promised, and now she feared dreadfully for her future. Her lips quivered as the Lawsayer took her position behind the high set wooden desk, flanked by her two assistants on either side: A young blonde woman and a young man with brown hair. The Lawsayer looked stern and almost sinister, and she was here to deliver the final verdict.

Emma was a pretty girl, appearing to be only about eighteen. She had long curly honey brown hair that flowed down her head and shoulders in large waves, streaked by a few bits of blonde. Her eyes were big and expressive, her eyebrows thick but not grossly so. She had full thick lips, as well as a rather pronounced chin rounding out her shield shaped face. The diminutive prison garb did little to hide her voluptuous figure, her large D cup breasts pushing through the material slightly exposing the sides and revealing the shape of her nipples underneath. The underpants clung tightly to her curvy hips which led down to her long legs. Aside from that, the only other item she wore was her engagement ring. She was not ashamed of her looks, but she felt naked and exposed out here dressed like that, and she was not one to strut around in practically nothing like this. Especially since vid screens outside the court hall were broadcasting this to anyone who wished to watch. And video globes floated around recording the proceedings which were being streamed over the interwebnet.

Emma stood on a raised octagonal platform, ringed on all sides but the right by a polished wooden railing. She was flanked on both sides by six guards, armed with sleep clubs and other weapons, and dressed in highly polished armor and exquisite purple robes and capes. To her left facing diagonally was the Defender’s desk, a finely carved piece of antique looking furniture behind which her Defender, Matt Borne, stood as the Lawsayer took her own seat. The Lawsayer’s desk was raised higher then the others, a long wooden ornate affair in front of which was the Gobai seal of justice. On the left and right of the court the walls were lined with a highly polished metal that was so reflective it was almost a mirror. Aside from the big double doors in the rear of the hall, there were three other doors, one on the left, another on the right, and one next to the Lawsayer’s desk that led to her private chambers. An the wall behind the lawsayer’s desk there were two huge vidscreens, two more on the left and right walls angled to face the audience, and four more on either side of the audience seating area giving full video coverage collected by floating video globes. These days, court hall on Gobai resembled a game show.

Despite its old world ornaments, the grand court hall of Varusa was a relatively new building, opening only ten years ago. The old court hall still stood, but its courts were no longer used and the building’s main function was clerical.

Behind Emma, the courtroom was filled with people all come to see the end of this trial. In the front row, her mother, father, sister Ellea and Emma’s fiancé Kort Muller sat with rapt attention. All of them looked as apprehensive as she did. Kort in particular looked scared, and Emma knew his experiences as a child attending court with his Defender father had made him leery of the Gobai justice system. He’d told her frightening stories of the sentences he’d seen carried out, often right there in the court hall. His hands clasped and unclasped in his lap as he watched Emma with growing despair. Even in her state, Emma couldn’t help but feel the warm presence of the man she loved. He was very handsome, having thick dark brown hair brushed back of his head, a handsome long face with a distinctive chin, and deep blue eyes. He was dressed well in a red tunic and black trousers, and deep blue sash tied at his waist.

They had met several years ago, and had a whirlwind courtship. He was well off, coming from a respectable family. They had never made love as Emma had insisted on saving herself for the wedding. And now they may never make love at all.

Her sister Ellea was dressed in a long blue and purple dress that hugged her curvy body as if in an embrace. She had long dark brown hair, and matching brown eyes, baring enough a resemblance to Emma so that people knew they were sisters immediately. Her parents both appeared to be in their early twenties and hardly seemed older then their daughters, but in reality they were well into the 150s.

“Don’t give up, Emma.” He sister cried, “Grandfather is out finding new evidence. He’ll come, I know it.”

Her grandfather had, indeed, been out searching to prove her innocence. He had seemed rather sure that he could do it, stating that he was on to something. But as the clock ticked down, it seemed less and less likely that he’d make any difference to her fate. She shifted uncomfortably on the stand, her heart pounding and sweat creasing her brow. She glanced furtively at her Defender, but he stared ahead with a fixed, unreadable expression. She continued glancing back at the large double doors in the back of the court hall, flanked by two guards, hoping against hope that Grandfather would come through those door at any minute with the proof of her innocence. She stared at the doors, almost willing him to come through.

She looked at the Lawsayer and shivered. Lawsayer Petrea Volovov was a beautiful woman, but she looked hard and stern and there was something almost cruel about here, an underlying sense of the sadistic in the way she relished handing out her punishments. She had a round face and deep, dark eyes that seemed almost black. Her hair most definitely was black.

Lawsayer Volovov looked over the timid, cringing form of Emma Faire with an undisguised contempt. She smiled to herself, thinking of all the times she’d seen the prissy little thing traipsing around with her fiancé. A fiancé that could have belonged to Petrea. Years ago, the Lawsayer had taken a liking to the young man Kort and had made numerous attempts to get him to become one of her staff at court, sighting his family history and his own well respected intellect. In reality, she had simply wanted to seduce him and make him her toy the way she had her two other assistants. To her chagrin, he had turned her down flatly, and Petrea had often suspected it was that prudish little bitch Emma’s fault.

The court was silent as everyone waited. Emma stared at the Lawsayer, glancing backwards one more time at the doors which seemed to mock her with their refusal to open and admit her grandfather.

Looking down at her papers, Petrea shuffled them and then looked back up at Emma, a cruel smile appearing at the edges of her lips.

“Emma Faire, on the charges of treason, and theft from the royal treasuries of Varusa, and of the murder of a royal guard of the palace, the Lawsayer of the high court hall of Vasura finds you . . . guilty!”

Murmurs ran through the court as Emma’s family gasped in shock. Her mother broke down in sobs, covering her face with her hands. Emma cried out in horror as the verdict was read, her stomach sinking into despair. Again she glanced at the doors, hoping to see grandfather emerge at any moment.

“I’m innocent!” Emma cried, “I did nothing!”

Defender Borne stepped forward in front of his desk. Emma looked at him desperately, hoping that he would pull some new legal trick out of his hat.

“Honored Lawsayer,” Borne began, “I wish to remind the court hall that the evidence against my client is not only entirely circumstantial, it is lacking and thin in many places. I would ask the court to consider and note this before passing its sentence.”

A knowing look passed between the Defender and the Lawsayer, and again a smile twitched at the corner of Petrea’s mouth. So naïve, that little bitch Emma: putting her faith in her Defender; a Defender that was in the pocket of the Lawsayer herself. This trial was all but a formality: Emma’s fate had been decided before it had even begun. It had been decided in Petrea’s private chambers while she and Defender Borne enjoyed each other’s naked bodies. Petrea knew she was going to relish seeing what was about to happen. She couldn’t wait to see it.

“So noted,” The Lawsayer nodded, “Emma Faire, in deference to your Defender’s wishes and the nature of the evidence against you, the sentence of death is repealed.”

Emma breathed out a heavy sigh of relief, as did her parents behind her. She placed her hands on the railing and almost began to cry in joy. She would get to live. Behind her, however, Kort and Ellea exchanged and nervous glance. As if they knew all was not right. Defender Borne kept his back to the crowd so they couldn’t see the slight grin across his face.

Petrea took a sadistic glee in the relief on Emma’s face. She let her feel her elation before she knocked her down.

She made her pronouncement, “Emma Faire, it is the judgment of this court hall that you shall be sentenced to ‘Kaninda’, and that the sentence shall be carried out publicly . . . and immediately.”

Emma shrieked in absolute horror and disbelief: That was almost a death sentence in and of itself. This couldn’t be happening to her, it couldn’t. She had done nothing, committed no crime. She clasped her hands to her face and staggered within the platform, tears running down her cheeks as she was wracked by deep sobs.

“No!” Her father screamed, standing up.

He mother wailed into her hands, crying loudly and long as she knew she was going to loose her daughter.

Savoring the panic and despair, Petrea then instructed, “Guards, strip the prisoner of all her clothing. Bring out the platform and bind her to it. One of you go bring the court Medicinal, and another . . .” She smiled in satisfaction as she said this, “go and bring Rintiro.”

As was the tradition, everyone in court except the Lawsayer stood as the sentence was commenced.

Four guards disappeared promptly into the right hand door, while two walked off to the left door. Three of the remaining guards approached Emma, who was panicking now, turning left and right in disoriented shock, tears streaming down her face. The guards grabbed her and pulled her from the octagonal platform, dragging her screaming and crying towards the middle of the court. She barely put up a struggle, mostly weeping and sobbing as the guards pulled over.

“No! I’m innocent!” She moaned, “I’m innocent! You can’t do this to me!”

It was at that moment that the doors in the back of the court hall finally opened. Emma’s heart leapt as she looked towards the door, expecting her grandfather. Instead, what poured in were throngs of people who pushed forward and began to fill every spare space in the courtroom. Emma felt despair in the pit of her stomach, she knew what was happening: the verdict had been broadcast outside and now they were all showing up to watch her sentence being carried out. They were all there to watch what was about to happen to her. She dropped her eyes to the floor, her shoulders sagging as two guards each took her by one arm.

A third guard produced a long pair of scissors and began to cut off her clothes as the crowd leaned over to watch.

Kort stood speechless at the front of the audience, his mind filling with growing horror and anger at what was taking place. He felt helpless like he had never before, unable to stop what was going on. He’d seen Kanindas carried out many times, and he knew, along with everyone else, what was to become of his fiancé. He’d sometimes found the spectacle exciting, but this was Emma it was happening to now. These sentences used to be done privately, with a grace period to wait for any new evidence, but more and more they were being done publicly, and there was nothing to stop them from being carried out immediately. He scowled at the Defender, wondering why he hadn’t put up a better defense. He thought he saw a bit of a glance pass between Borne on the Lawsayer, and the implications infuriated him.

The guard cut away Emma’s top and let the tattered pieces fall to the floor. Emma turned red and hung her head in shame as her ample breasts were exposed, her puffy nipples inexplicably starting to harden. Despite living with her, Kort had never actually seen them before. To his shame, her felt a tingling of arousal in his penis as Emma’s breasts were exposed for all to see. Ashamed of himself, he tried to will the feelings down but they would not go away.

The left side door opened and a guard strolled in followed by the court Medicinal, who held in his hands the injector gun that would render Emma’s sentence. He gripped it by a wide handle grip, one finger poised over a button at the top. Unlike a conventional pistol, the rest of the device was attached to the bottom of the grip, curving upwards in an arc and ending in front of his hand where a short squat barrel was fronted by two hypo needles. At the top of the grip was a round attachment into which was fitted a large round vial of the serum that would condemn Emma Faire to her fate. The Medicinal was dressed in lime green robes of muted color, tied at his waist with a red sash. A crest on his chest identified him as a medicinal practitioner. His lined face was stony and impassive.

Recognizing the device, Kort felt a growing sense of despair that was tempered by an increasing arousal at what was about to take place. He bit his lip, hating himself for his unwelcome feelings, but they remained strong, his cock twitching and beginning to thicken in his trousers. His eyes were diverted from the Medicinal as the guard in front of Emma slipped the succors under the side of her panties. Emma’s eyes bulged and the guard began to cut away at the material.

“No! Not that! Leave me some dignity!” Emma wailed despondently.

“Believe me,” The guard said with a smirk, “In a little while, you won’t give a shit.”

He pulled her underwear away from her, baring her bottom and vagina to the courthouse. Emma clamped her legs together to try to hide herself as much as possible, but her shaved pubis, which left only a small tuft above her vaginal area, left some of it exposed. There were some callous giggles in the courtroom as Emma’s naked body was uncovered. In the audience, her father covered his eyes, unable to look at her nudity. Emma wailed and moaned, tears dripping down her cheeks. The guards smiled to each other, taking in the nakedness of their pretty captive, and the one who had stripped her grabbed her hand pulled off her engagement ring.

“You won’t bee needing this.” He chuckled malevolently.

He then pulled out a folded piece of leather from his pocket. It was a large red leather collar studded with metal circles around it. He wrapped it around her neck and fastened it so that it hung loosely around her shoulders.

Emma just sagged in her captor’s arms. Again she glanced at the doors. Again she was denied reprieve. The right hand doors opened then, and the guards came in carrying a large wooden rectangular platform, which they set down on the right hand side of the court. The platform was a full eight feet long and a good five feet wide, and was set down with the short sides facing the left and right on of the court hall. It was raised slightly by thick beams on the bottom side that set it about two feet off the floor. On the right hand side of the platform, the front of it, as it were, there were two manacles bolted down right next to each other roughly in the center of the right side. About a fourth of the way from the left side, two large manacles were bolted apart from each other on each of the long sides of the platform. A bit in front of these was a foot high wooden beam that was topped by a crutch like half circle. The left side of the platform had a few steps leading up to it.

Staring at the platform, Kort felt a growing sense of helplessness. He’d seen many young ladies and a few men strapped to those platforms. Technically they were called a Kaninda enabler, but in private most people simply referred to them as a rape rack. They had been used more and more frequently as the kaninda and its less frequently used cousin the equinda were given out as sentences more and more often. Emma was going to be strapped in that now, he thought, and again felt a rush of excitement, his face getting hot. Again he was ashamed and horrified at himself. He was going to loose his fiancé, Emma would no longer be herself when this was over. He didn’t want that . . . did he?

The two guards that held Emma in place turned her around to face the Medicinal. She saw the injector in his hands and began to struggle a new, staring at the device in horror. Once he used it on her, it would be all over, there would be now reprieve, no going back. She would be done for and her life as she knew it would be over. She tried to pull away but the guards held her firm.

The Lawsayer spoke sternly, “The prisoner is advised to cease her struggles and accept her fate.”

Sobbing miserably, Emma begged, “Please, have mercy, sir. Please don’t do this to me.”

The Medicinal’s hard face betrayed no hint of sympathy, “Once you are injected the serum will begin acting immediately. You will also be put into a permanent state of ‘heat’ that will accelerate the process, along with Rintiro’s . . . attentions. The process will be complete within a short amount of time.”

His face softened a bit for the first time, “Just . . . don’t try to fight it. It will be over faster that way.”

He reached out with the injector, moving towards the quivering naked girl.

“No!” Emma screamed, “No! No! No!”

The Medicinal placed the injector on her neck and pressed the button. There was a slight hiss and Emma felt the minor pain of the needles penetrating her skin. Another hiss and liquid in the vial rapidly diminished as it shot through the device and emptied into Emma’s blood stream. She moaned as she could feel a burning jet of heat in her neck and could feel the serum racing through her veins. Her body instantly got hot and her muscles twitched involuntarily. She felt fluid seep from her vagina and was mortified as tingling arousal struck her against her will.

It was over now; she was well and truly lost.

His heart hammering in his chest, anger surging in his veins, Kort watched in defeat. As soon as the injector did its work, his breathing began to deepen and his penis stiffened up, tingling arousal running all over his body. He tried and failed to deny that Emma’s fate was turning him on somehow, that on some level he couldn’t wait for this to happen. He wanted to cry, he was a horrible person, it seemed, but he could take his eyes off the spectacle nor stop the lascivious feelings of lust that were growing. He resisted the urge to touch his cock through his trousers.

He glanced instead at Emma’s family. Her parents were crying on each other, unable to watch what was taking place. Ellea stared ahead, her face strangely unreadable.

“Bind the prisoner to the platform.” The Lawsayer instructed.

Dragged to the platform, Emma was thrown down on all fours, the crutch supporting her stomach and lifting her rear end high in the air. Her hands were locked in front of her close together in the manacles on the front of the platform, while her legs were spread wide and locked in the larger ones in the back, a position that exposed her vagina and rectum pornographically to the courtroom. All Emma could do was sob, the tears dripping from her cheeks onto the wooden platform beneath her.

“Please! Oh god, please!” She moaned, “I . . . I’m still a virgin!”

“Not for long.” Muttered Petrea under her breath.

Looking over the naked prone body of the girl she considered a hated rival, Petrea smiled inwardly again. The position of the platform had been chosen carefully. It’s location off to the side ensured that the spectacle would be easily seen not only by herself, but by the rest of the court hall. They all would be able to see easily, and quite explicitly, Emma Faire’s fate. Not only that, but with the polished and heavily reflective metal wall on the side, Petrea would also be able to see the girl’s face and expressions as the serum and Rintiro did their work on her, robbing her of her former life. A smug feeling of satisfaction filled the Lawsayer’s belly: This would be delicious.

Once more, the left side door that had admitted the Medicinal opened. A guard stepped out carrying a leash in one hand. The leash ran behind him and soon Rintiro strode into the court hall, the leash firmly attached to his collar. Kort took a deep breath: He had seen Rintiro many times before, but the sight was always slightly breath taking. Ellea gasped lightly as he came out, her eyes bulging wide at the sight of him.

Rintiro was a strong, sturdy black furred German Shepherd that had been genetically altered to be almost the size of a Great Dane. He was covered from head to toe in thick black fur, his dark brown eyes gazing out with a fierce determination and intelligence in front of a huge long snout, his ears perked up high above his head. His nostrils flared as he picked up Emma’s aroused scent and he started forward, well aware of what his task would be. The guard detached his leash and the dog bounded towards his target. He was, as it happened, an old hand at this, having been bred specifically for the kaninda. He’d been around for a long time since Gobai genetic science ensured that most pets lived as long as human being did on the world, three hundred years of more. His thick red veined canine penis was already out of its sheath and hard, ready for his new conquest. His flat pink tongue hung out of his mouth as if in anticipation. Kort had seen him do this to many a convicted prisoner, and now it was Emma’s turn. Again his penis twitched in his trousers.

Seeing his reflection in the wall, Emma looked back and gasped in terror as the big black dog approached her, “No! Oh god, no!”

The dog sniffed at her rear end and genitals, taking in her scent before he began lick hungrily at her vagina and anus. Emma let out a high yelp, willing herself not to respond to the bestial attentions to her privates, but her body, flooded with the serum, betrayed her and she found herself moaning and wiggling a little with pleasure. Her face flushed hot as humiliation rushed through her. Everyone could see this, everyone could see her shame, and everyone could see what was about to happen to her. Something within her began to rise up, a feeling of excitement at how exposed she was. She knew it was the serum doing its work, but she was powerless to stop it.

But the huge dog had no interest in foreplay. He leapt up over her, mounting her as he would a female dog, and wrapped his front legs around her body. He pushed his hips forward and jabbed at her vagina with the tip of his thick canine cock. Emma felt the tip press against her opening several times before the thick meat slid into her and Rintiro pressed his erection home. She moaned as she felt it spread her pussy lips apart, pushing deep into her. It met some resistance at her hymen, but a powerful thrust from Rintiro’s hips and she felt a sharp pain and a tearing sensation as her virginity was taken and obliterated. Free of the encumbrance, the huge dog began to move his hips rapidly, shoving his dick in and out of the ravaged vagina, grunting with exertion as he did so.

“Nooooooooooooo! Noooooooooooooo! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Emma screamed as her virginity was taken by an animal.

Petrea observed rubbing her chin in amusement, watching blood trickle down Emma’s inner thighs. Wow, she thought, she really was a virgin. She wasn’t lying. Petrea let one hand slip under the desk and pulled up her robe, gathering it in folds until it was up over her vagina. She wore nothing underneath. Hidden behind the large thick oak desk, the Lawsayer spread her legs and let her fingers begin to rub her clit, masturbating right there in the court hall as she watch Emma’s fate play out. Her assistants both looked at each other in knowing amusement; it wasn’t the first time their boss had done this.

Kort’s breathing was getting deeper as he watched his fiancé being mounted by a dog. Although the prospect of it all was horrible, his excited feelings would not abate, his cock getting stiffer as the great dog rammed its maleness into Emma’s opening. Emma’s body twitched and shook, her body fighting a loosing battle with the arousal brought on by the serum, but her face was a strange mix of fear, misery, and outright lust.

“Oh guh-god!” Emma moaned, “Oh god! Oh my god, no!”

Her head jerked with her whole body as the dog ravaged her, grunting as he pushed his massive member into her once virginal hole. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her head. She could see her shameful reflection on the wall in front of her, her prone naked form jerking as the bestial assault continued. She closed her eyes tightly, unable to look at herself being mounted by an animal, shame and humiliation mingling with the despair and fear that engulfed. But now the assault had begun to feel good, strange pleasure radiating out from between her legs made her move and twist with its radiance. She tried to fight it off, but it remained. She closed her eyes tighter and cried miserably.

She felt a strange prickling sensation that spread all over her scalp. All at once, she felt something brush and tickle across her face. She opened her eyes and saw something wavy and brown floating down to the platform below. With shock she realized it was a huge chunk of her hair. No sooner had she realized this then another clump of it fell down joining the first. Soon all of her hair was falling out in large clusters as she wailed in misery. Bit by bit her hair fell out of her head, until very quickly her head was completely bald, as if it had been shaved, and the platform looked like the floor of a barber shop. But it wasn’t just the hair on her head that she was loosing: She felt the prickling at her eyebrows as the small hairs fell out of her skin and fell away, and at her crotch as her pubic hair did the same. Rintiro continued to fuck her hard as every last hair on her body fell out, leaving her completely smooth and hairless over her entire form. She cried in great having sobs.

With her hair gone, Kort realized she seemed even more naked then she had before. He bit his lip as that thought made his arousal all the more potent. His penis twitched in his pants and he chastised himself for it. But the feelings would not abate, and threatened to overwhelm the anger and grief he should be feeling. Again he had to resist the urge to rub his dick. He looked around the room for a distraction and noticed that Defender Borne was smiling from ear to ear. That son of bitch, he thought angrily, how can he be so happy when it’s his fault this happened?

Looking back at Emma, he began aware that her cheeks had puffed out, as if she were going to vomit. Her eyes were wide with terror and disbelief and she seemed to be struggling with something. After fighting to hold it back, she suddenly dropped her head and spit out a huge pile of her own teeth. Every single tooth she had in her mouth fell past her lips and clattered to the floor amongst her shed hair.

Emma stared down at her teeth, shaking with fear. Her tongue pressed against her now toothless gums as tears of panic ran down her cheeks. This couldn’t be happening to her, this couldn’t be real. But it was, and the changes were only beginning to take place. Emma’s body shuddered as a small orgasm rushed through her hairless body, making her moan in an erotic fashion that everyone must have noticed.

She cried, “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Somebody help me! Somebody please help me . . . AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Her words choked back as she felt her tongue suddenly flatten in her moth, cutting off her fruitless pleas. Her tongue compressed and spread out in her mouth, she could feel it curling up against the insides of her cheeks. Even as it got flatter and flatter, she felt it starting to get longer, growing forward and pushing against her gums as it length doubled and tripled. With no teeth to hold it back, her tongue pushed easily past her lips and fell out of her mouth, hanging down over her chin in a manner that looked a lot like Rintiro’s.

There was laughter in the crowd, Emma whimpered, “Thtop thith! Pleath thtop thith!”

She was suddenly surprised when someone did stop something: The huge dog abruptly stopped fucking her and pulled his dick out of her. Her relief was short lived as the hound raised himself higher and pressed the pointed tip of his canine cock onto the rim of her exposed asshole.

Her eyes bulged wide, “No! Not that! Pleathe! Not that!”

But her pleas were not heard as the animal once again pushed his erection home, shoving into her ass, spreading the walls of her rectum and violating her deeply in her body. She screamed and shook in agonized sobs, pulling on the manacles that held her hands as she was sodomized by the beast that began rapidly fucking her ass with renewed vigor penetrating her bowels deeply with his massive animal cock.

“Ahhhh!” Emma shrieked, “Ah! Guh! Guh! Guh! Ahhhh!”

The pain was intense, unbearable agony, but something unforgivable inside her was rising to the occasion. Her screams turned into moans and sobs, but she was unable to hide the motions of her body that betrayed that the anal violation was starting to feel a little good. Her body twisted and writhed tortured by feeling of pleasure as her pussy was gushing fluid that mixed with her virginal blood. She tried to deny that she could find any pleasure in this, but more and more as she got used to the feeling of the dog’s penis in her ass, it began to feel a little good. The strange pleasure mixed with her fear and despair in a strange disorientating cocktail.

Well, well, well, thought Lawsayer Petrea, it looks like the little slut actually likes it up the ass.

Kort couldn’t believe what he was seeing; it looked like Emma actually liked it up the ass. He felt powerless to control the sweeping arousal that was rising up in him at the spectacle before him, his breathing now deep and his cock pressing against the front of his pant. He hoped to hell that no one noticed.

Whatever pleasure Emma felt from her sodomy was interrupted by the feeling of her toes swelling. Her toes and the front part of her feet began to puff out and expand, all except for the little toe which seemed to move backwards along the side of her feet. She felt her toe nails thicken even as the rest of her foot began to elongate, rising up from the front getting longer and longer as the flesh on the front expanded and stretched. The front spread out so much that she could easily stand on that alone while her heels had formed the familiar double kneed set up of canine hind legs. Her toe nails pushed outward forming small black blunted claws.

There was a loud click and the manacles holding her feet opened, releasing them. It wasn’t like she could run now with the dog over her. There was a small crackling sound as her upper and lower legs began to contract, growing shorter at the same time that they began to thin, the musculature pulsing as her legs changed. She cried out as bones cracked in her hips when her leg joints rearranged themselves from the bottom of her pelvic bone to the sides, the bones twisting and changing to accommodate the new orientation of her legs. She could not put them all the way back anymore, and she knew she could no longer walk on two legs. The joints popped and cracked as they settled against her side, her long luscious legs now skinny and muscle packed. On her feet, she could feel pads forming on the soles as the front of her feet took on the look of a pair of large paws. Her little toes had moved up midway between her paws and the joint that had once been her heels.

“Oh nooooo! Oh noooo!” Emma sobbed; the sobering horror of what was happening to her settling in her addled mind.

With more crackling noises, her hips and buttocks seemed to deflate like a balloon with the air let out of it. She shrunk and contracted more and more, pulling in tight, until the last of Emma womanly curved hips were no more, her pelvis being no more wide then the trunk of her body. At the base of the spine, a small nub of flesh began to push out, growing little by little out of her skin. It was impossible for the audience to see with the dog in the way, but Emma could feel it and she knew what it was.

“Oh dear god in heaven, stop this!” She sniveled, “Please don’t let them do this to me.”

But no god answered her prayers. As the nub began to grow and stretch more, turning into a tendril of skin, Emma’s stomach began to change as well as it dropped downward. Emma gagged as she felt her internal organs changing and moving around inside of her to accommodate her new anatomy. She felt as if she might vomit and any minute as she felt her intestines squirming around inside her like snakes, her lungs, heart, stomach and everything else changing their shape. The sickening sensation of her heart moving forward to settle above her lungs made bile rise up in her throat. She wretched, but managed to hold it in, in spite of the relentless pounding of the huge dog member inside her butt. She was grunting and groaning as her body changed, still responding to the intruder in her ass. How could this feel so good, this violation and these changes?

Biting her lip as her hand worked her clit behind the desk, Lawsayer Petrea observed every moment of the alterations that wracked Emma’s body. She glanced out in the crowd and could see that the spectacle was turning many of them on too. Quite a few tent poles she spotted out there as the audience took perverse pleasure in watching Faire’s final fate unfolding.

She suddenly leaned forward with interest. Oh ho! What did she see here? Was Kort Muller trying unsuccessfully to hide an erection? Why yes, in fact, it appeared that we was. Quite the delicious discovery: Kind squeaky clean Kort was enjoying watching his fiancé loose the last of her humanity. My my, what sort of hidden perversions did he have residing in that lovely head of his?

She marveled for a minute and then suddenly had her attention by something even more surprising: Ellea Faire was lightly touching her breast with one hand and then ran the other over her thigh, all the while staring at the twisting, mutating form of her sister with wide eyes and a slight blush. Oh, Ellea, what a twisted little thing you are, thought the Lawsayer. She wondered if she could find some trumped up charges to put on her as well. It would be quite satisfying to watch her suffer the same fate as her sister. She licked her lips a little as she pleasured herself under the desk.

Shaking her bald head, Emma wept and moaned as the changes continued. To her sudden and abrupt horror, she felt her breasts start to contract.

“No!” she screamed frantically, “Nooooooooooo!”

Her breasts rose up into her body, getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared entirely into her skin leaving a flat, smooth chest interrupted only by her nipples. She felt pops in her chest and abdomen as four more nipples promptly grew out of her skin to join the old ones. Her feminine form was now entirely eradicated, and she possessed only a strait line for the torso of her body. She gave out a strangled gurgle as her torso contracted at the sides, her chest lowering so that her underside was uniform from her stomach to her arms. She couldn’t believe she had any tears left but the flowed a new at the realization that most of her body no longer resembled that of a human being.

Prickling sensations began to creep all over her flesh. Her warm skin tones began to fade in splotches all over her, spreading out like ripples in a pond and jointing each other until her entire body had taken on a pallid grey pinkish tone.

Staring at her with wide eyes, Kort was practically hyperventilating as he watched her transformation. His breaths came out in deep gasps, and his heart hammered in his chest as excitement continued to build more and more. His cock was fully hard now, and he was sure he’d leaked some pre cum. His self loathing was still present, but was pushed to the back by unchecked arousal he was feeling at the sight of Emma humanity being slowly taken away from her. Why had watching her loose her breasts been such a turn on for him? He’d always adored her figure, why did its eradication make him so hard and so horny?

His thoughts were interrupted by the rear doors swinging open to admit and single man. He was dressed in black trousers and stark white tunic with a brown sash across the middle. He wore a long brown coat and a black beret on his head. His face was long and his chin pronounced and he had thick blonde hair on his head. He appeared to be in his late twenties, but he was, in fact, much much older. He held a vidglobe in his hand and pushed through the throng of onlookers towards the front of the court hall, striding with such authority and assurance that most of them simply parted and let him through.

Kort recognized him instantly: Alistair Faire, Emma’s grandfather.

“Lawsayer!” Alistair called, “I must be allowed to speak!”

The Lawsayer grimaced, “Now is not the time, Mr. Faire.”

Undaunted, Alistair held aloft the vidglobe, “I have in my hand, evidence that exonerates Emma Faire, and proves her innocent of the charges against her. Further more, the contents of this vidglobe firmly identifies the true culprit in the crimes in the royal palace.”

There was no way for Lawsayer Petrea not to curl her lips in a sadistic smile, “That is quite a revelation, Mr. Faire. It’s a pity you were not here earlier.”

So intent had he been on getting his evidence into the court hall that Alistair had not noticed until now the pathetic sight of his granddaughter’s malformed body and sodomy at the hands of a large dog. As she moaned and wailed, her body shook and changed.

Alistair stared, aghast, “K-kaninda . . . y-you sentenced her to kaninda?”

“As you know, once this starts, there is no way to stop it.” The Lawsayer said firmly.

For the first time since he’d known him, Kort thought Alistair suddenly looked defeated. His shoulder slumped and tears welled up in his eyes.

“Oh god, no.” He stammered weakly, “Poor Emma. Poor Emma.”

Bitterly, Emma cursed whatever god she could for her rotten fate. All her hopes had pined at one point on her grandfather. Now, he had shown up too late to do anything about it. She jerked as more weird spasms of pleasure rode through her. If there were any gods, she thought, they will have to beg me for forgiveness.

She yelped and grunted her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her shoulders rose to the top of her back, pushing the skin up in two humps. The manacles on her wrists popped open right as her arms began shrink and pull up into her body. Her shoulders and arms cracked as they moved inward into her body, further destroying what was left of her former body shape. The bone realigned and the muscles contracted, making her arms thin, but sturdy. Her fingers began to shrink into her hand, thickening like her toes had and swelling, while her thumb simply sank into the side of her hand. She gritted her gums as pads appeared on her palm, her thumb now gone and her nails thickening and darkening, the hand spread out to enable her to support her weight on them. Soon she no longer had hands, only paws on the end of arms that were now a second pair of legs, turning her into a quadruped.

The great dog’s knot pushed against the rim of her rectum, the full girth of it spreading her ass wider then she’d ever thought it would go. The tip penetrated deep into her body, filling her with its size. There was no pain anymore, and Emma was mortified by the pleasure her anal violation was bringing to her against all her efforts and will.

“No, pleathe.” Emma sputtered, “Woof! I don’t want to be a dog. Ruf! I don’t want to be a dog . . . Yahhhhhh!”

Emma let out a shriek as her neck swelled and elongated. The base spread out across her torso until the bottom of her neck was as wide as the trunk of her body itself. There were popping sounds as extra vertebrae formed in her neck, pushing her head further from her body, and the top spread out to cover the full width of her skull. Her head jerked with a loud cracking sound as her spine shifted position, moving to the back of her skull rather then to the bottom, forcing her head into a permanent forward position. The flesh under her neck began to sag a little as it loosened from her muscles. Her tongue hung out of her mouth wetly and she became aware with a jolt that she had begun to pant.

Below her chin her body was completely inhuman.

Her fleshy tail had now grown to full size, curled up over her body to make room for Rintiro’s form as it mounted her. As the pleasure of her sodomy increased, she tried to will it not to wag, but it was no use. Feeling the new appendage was a strange sensation, and the tried not to find it somehow exhilarating. She was having trouble focusing her thoughts, and realized her mind was starting to slip away. New tears flowed down her face as she cursed her rotten fate.

Staring at her, Lawsayer Patrea could feel herself getting close to cumming and quickly removed her hand. It would no do to orgasm right there in court like the little slut undergoing punishment, and it was doubtful she could hide that behind the desk. No, she would finish herself off later in her chambers when the video record was downloaded to her desk. The whole audience beheld the spectacle in rapt attention, and she could feel the excitement in the room. Men, women, the guards, they all watched with barely concealed arousal as Emma was robbed of her humanity. So strange how that could be so erotic.

There was a tugging sensation on Emma’s ears and she felt them begin the stretch and grow, narrowing in round points at the tips. She could see them forming in the reflective wall and watched in horrific fascination in between the jerks from Rintiro’s thrusts as they grew bigger and bigger, widening at the base. The folds on the inside began to flatten out and soon Emma felt the strange rubbing sensation of her ears moving up the side of her head. They continued to grow longer and longer, forming into a conical shape and finally stopped moving at the top of her bald head on either side, now pointing strait up but at slight outward angles. Suddenly, she could hear everything in the room, a barrage of new sounds and even some sounds that might be coming from beyond the court hall. Sounds at frequencies she could never hear before assailed her new ears. She could hear her parents sobbing; she could hear people whispering about her, saying mocking or strangely excited things about her. She realized she could hear Kort’s heart beating and his deep breaths as he took them.

She glanced at him and realized with shock that he was hiding an erection. Did he find her loss of humanity exciting for some reason? Why, Kort? Why would this turn you on so much? The bulge in his pants was large, and she was sure he was fully stiff. Part of her was suddenly aroused at the fact that he was excited. A strange part of her almost wanted to become a dog for him.

Her eyes bulged as she felt them shift and change. Her dark brown eyes became lighter and lighter until they turned to almost an amber color, but the pupils widened to nearly three times their previous width. Her irises began to expand outward until they filled almost her entire eyes. Her vision became slightly blurry, and she began to have a hard time making out details, although she could rapidly detect movement even at the back of the court hall. The colors began to drain and soon all the color was gone from her vision leaving nothing but a palate of blacks, whites, and grays, all slightly blurry and undefined. She realized she would never see colors again and her body shook with sobs in addition to the jolts from astonishingly long going dog in her ass.

“Woof!” She barked.

Emma gasped as she felt teeth growing out of the front of her upper and lower gums. But these were not teeth like she’d had before. They pushed her jaw open as long sharp canines and smaller but still pointed middle teeth pushed out of the flesh of her gums, her long tongue flopping over her lower teeth and jiggling as she panted.

“Auwwwahhh! Ruf!” She screamed as she felt the horrible sensation of her head collapsing and flattening at the top of the skull, her brain cavity, and by necessity her brain, shrinking down. She felt her mind slipping, and found she could hardly keep her thoughts together. She was forgetting things and found it hard to concentrate. She knew her mind was being destroyed, she could feel it, and that she was losing herself and her human life forever.

She was also beginning to feel unhinged, uninhibited and rather . . . savage.

Leaning forward at her desk, her tone dripping with mocking sarcasm, the Lawsayer spoke, “If the prisoner has any final words, she should say them now while she still has the ability to speak.”

“Fuck you!” Emma cried in an uncharacteristic expletive, struggling around her flat drooping tongue, “I’m innothent! Ruf! You all burn in hell for what you doing to me! Woof! Ruf!”

She turned towards the front of the court audience, “Mom! Dad! Ellea! . . . Kort! I love y . . . AAARRRRRRUUUUUAAAGGHHHHHH!”

Emma’s shriek turned into a long whine as her once lovely face began to deform outward with obscene squishing and snapping sounds, her nose and mouth stretching as it pushed forward and away. There were popping and cracking noises as bones all over her face rearranged, the long muzzle pushing out from her face, pulling her brow into a slope going down from her ears. The tip of her nose was pulled back along her new maw and eventually sank into the skin, pushing her nostrils forward as they widened and detached in small notches at the bottom. Moisture began the see through the skin of her nose as the skin turned black and porous. A host of smells equal in intensity to the sounds she’d picked up with her ears now assailed her new nose, which moved as she sniffed the air around her.

She would now never be able to speak again.

“Ruf!” She managed.

As her fleshy muzzle stretched out she felt more new teeth coming in on the sides, while her lips and cheeks became looser and more flaccid. Her lips disappeared into her skin, becoming no different then the rest of the hide on her now much longer mouth. A small slit appeared and rand from her nose to where her top lip used to be. Her cheeks pulsed as her jawbone rearranged itself to fit the needs of her new muzzle. Her mouth hung open and her tongue dangled out of the side of her mouth. She saw her hideous reflection and tried to scream, but it came out as a mournful howl.

Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, Kort stared in disbelief. His unforgivable desires were screaming for the transformation to be complete, his cock stiff and hard against his belly. He found himself again wishing it was him up there sodomizing her and not the huge dog. He wondered what it would be like to have sex with her while she transformed, and then promptly hated himself for the thought. What the hell was wrong with him?

There was sudden tugging sensation between Emma’s hind legs, and she yelped and whined as she felt her vagina begin to contract and change, the tissues moving and reforming into the distinctly canine wishbone shape of a dog’s vagina. As her equipment was rendered non- human, Emma suddenly shook and twisted as a strong orgasm overtook her. She yelped and barked as she came, her hind legs shaking, her new dog pussy coating with fluid as pleasure shot through her. She yipped as her body shook with her climax.

I have a dog’s pussy now, she thought, and found a strange elation rose up at the notion. She wasn’t the only who noticed: Rintiro promptly moved back and pulled his penis out of her ass. She felt the strange sense of longing for it to be back in. The huge dog pushed it once more at her vagina, and this time entered her on the first try with a triumphant series of barks, he pushed his hips in close and began to fuck her again, rapidly pushing his thick dog cock in and out of her newly snug fitting vulva. Emma yipped and barked as uncontrolled pleasure ran through her altered body.

Watching the large dog with pride, Petrea thought about how he’d been genetically engineered to last a long time before ejaculating. He didn’t seem to mind and his partners certainly never complained.

Amongst all the lust and passion she was feeling, fear was still wriggling inside Emma’s belly, and icy fingers were crawling up her spine. She could feel her mind being destroyed. She could feel that she was loosing herself. She was no longer thinking in words or language, only in images and pictures. More and more the words she was hearing whispered in the audience didn’t make sense. Her memory was going as well, people, places, faces and emotions all blurring in a hazy grey cloud of disjointed images as she felt her humanity being shattered. With every minute, she was closer and closer to becoming an animal.

The process was demolishing her inhibitions one by one: She no longer cared that she was naked in front of everyone. In fact, she was excited by the idea. She no longer cared that she was having sex with a dog, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Her loins aflame, she didn’t really care who she had sex with as long she was getting some. Person, gender, species, they all were ceasing to matter as the slowly and slowly became more and more of a beast.

She felt a tickling sensation on her tail that was not unpleasant, and thick black fur began to sprout out of her tail. Rapidly it began to spread down her tail, flowing down it and covering the flesh until it reached her rump. Emma shivered as the fur spread out over her rump and down her hind legs, black as night and thick. It flowed over her back and stomach, filling in around her pussy and around her six nipples and then surged forward towards her front legs.

Emma vaguely understood what was happening, but her mind felt like a hive of hornets had been set loose in it. She could feel another orgasm building within her, and found it hard to care about anything else as one by one her human traits and thoughts were dying off her rapidly transforming brain. There was a tremendous sense of loss and mourning within her, but she could not remember for what. As her fur grew, the human was being destroyed, the animal in her rising to take it place.

Her front legs and paws covered with the black fur as her orgasm, which promised to be the biggest one yet, continued to build within her loins. She yipped and barked in both pleasure and fear as her human mind was dismantled. The fur filled in thickly under her neck and over it, a curious diamond shape patch of white fur growing in at the base of her throat, the only fur on her that was not black.

The fur grew in over her head and face, and ran up her ears, filling them inside and out. It ran along her new snout, filling in all the way to her nose. She was now completely covered in fur from head to tail. Her nose and lips twitched with tickling sensations as thick white whiskers pushed out of her nose, growing long in either direction from her snout. Now when she looked into the reflective wall in front of her, all she could see was a large black furred German Shepherd.

This is it; she thought in a moment of clarity, this is the end.

And then she came, and it was all over.

The most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt exploded within her, washing over her undulating body in waves that shook her to her core. She writhed in delight as each wave obliterated more and more of her human mind, destroying her humanity, until Emma Faire ceased to exist. All that was left was a dog named Emma. She was completely and totally an animal now, wholly a shameless naked beast. She let out a primal, feral howl signifying the end of the human being and the birth of the animal, a howl that mingled with the anguished scream of her mother.

The dog who had once been Emma Faire no longer cared that she was naked, and no longer cared whether or not anyone saw her having sex. All she cared about was the big alpha male who was currently mounting her, giving her his cock and making her writhe with pleasure. She was a large dog, much bigger then a normal sized German shepherd, being at least as big as a St. Bernard, although she was still smaller then the huge male that was mounting her. She yipped and whined in pleasure as the big male gave it to her good.

“Ruf! Woof!”

Practically hyperventilating, Kort was afraid he might cum at any second. He was so turned on by what had happened his mind was swimming in the aroused sensations all over her crotch and body as his heart hammered in his chest. He felt like a wicked, wicked man for this, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.

After all this time, Rintiro finally finished; cumming with a loud whine and ejaculating into Emma’s canine birth canal. His knot swelled up, pushing at the walls of Emma’s pussy and holding him in there. The swell and pressure on her vulva and clitoris cause Emma to cum again, not as much as the previous one, but good enough for her as she howled and yipped in delight, panting with the exertion, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. Now, the two animals were tied together by the swell of

Rintiro’s knot.

Since the court rules stipulated that the Kaninda was not finished while the dog’s penis was still inside of the prisoner, what followed was about thirty minutes or so of the most ridiculously uncomfortable silence imaginable. The guards removed the crutch and both dogs simply lay down where they were, panting from their efforts. Emma looked around the room with her canine eyes, stopping to glance at her family. Her tail wagged as soon as she saw Kort, but she was too tired to get up and run to him.

As Kort began to calm down himself, he began to feel mortified and horrible. Why had he reacted like that? He looked at the dog that had once been his fiancé and felt the deep extreme, almost unbearable sense of loss and shame. He noticed her tail wagging as she stared at him, and wondered if there was anything left of Emma Faire still in there. Probably not much, he sighed despondently. His face burning with self loathing for his reaction to this, he could no longer look at the dogs. He turned away and glanced at Emma’s family. Her parents were not looking up, simply holding each other in their arms and crying miserably. Her grandfather, also, would not look up, and simply looked down at the vidglobe in his hands with rueful despondency and bleak defeat.

But when he looked at Ellea, he was in for a surprise: She looked strait ahead at the dogs, her face flushed and red. Her nipples were visibly erect and poking through the top of her dress in a telltale sign of arousal. He watched stunned as she licked her lips and ran her hands down the front of her dress, her chest moving up and down in deep, excited, breaths.

She’s as turned on by this as I was, Kort realized.

With his arousal fading, and his guilt lessening a bit by his realization that he wasn’t the only one sexually excited by watching Emma turn into a dog, anger began to return as Kort looked up at the smug, satisfied face of the Grand Lawsayer. Hatred now burned in his heart as he looked at her, wanting to wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze until the life drained out of her. As he stared, seething, he noticed another look pass between her and Emma’s “Defender”. Rage sparked in him: There had been something going on there! This trial had been a farce; no wonder his defense had been so inadequate, he had a deal of some kind with the Lawsayer! No matter what happened at the trial, Emma was always going to be given the kaninda. He silently swore vengeance, and the beginning of a plan was forming in his mind.

Eventually, the knot went down and Rintiro was able to pull out of Emma. He was led off the platform and back to the door that he’d entered from. The guard who had stripped Emma approached her with a long leather leash and attached it to the collar that now fitted snugly on her altered neck.

Spoke the Lawsayer, “Let it be known in the record that sentence of kaninda has been carried out, and that Emma Faire is to be removed from the city registry as a human being and re-entered as a domestic animal; specifically a dog.”

This elicited another moan from Emma’s parents.

The Lawsayer continued, “Court will reconvene tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock so we may review Alistair Faire’s new evidence.”

Alistair glanced up in shock and stared at Emma, and then back to the Lawsayer incredulously.

“My god, woman!” He protested, “What good is that going to be now?”

“The family may be entitled to financial compensation.” She told him flatly.

“Financial compensation?” Alistair was aghast, “How do you think you could compensate us for THIS?!”

Ignoring him, the Lawsayer stood up, “Court is adjourned.”

She then turned and looked directly at Kort. There was no mistaking the smug, self-satisfied expression on her face now.

“Citizen Muller,” She sneered, “You may now take your fiancé home.”

When the guard handed Kort the end of Emma’s leash with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk, it was all he could do not to break the man’s jaw.

Later that night in the den of his spacious house, Kort Muller sat alone. He’d been drinking, a bit too much and he’d lost count of how many he’d had. He felt drained and violated by the day’s events. Anger, guilt and loss all conspired and writhed within him like a swarm of deadly vipers in his belly, leaving him feeling as if his insides had liquefied. The wide empty rooms of his house now felt claustrophobic and oppressive in their barrenness a quiet. He had only his despondency to fill the abundance of space with. He sat on his long leather couch in front of the fireplace, still in the clothes he’d been wearing in court, minus his boots which lay haphazardly in the place where he’d kicked them off, a half empty glass of scotch in his hand (and an equally half empty bottle on the end table next to him) as he leaned back, his mind torturing him with the day’s events over and over.

In the event of a tragedy like this, people usually visited you. But the nature of this one seemed to be keeping them away. Probably most people would be too nervous to come over, the situation being such an awkward one. Even Emma’s parents had not come by, not that he blamed them: he doubted they could stand to look at the large black dog and know it used to be their little girl. The vidlink had not beeped all day save once, and the only people he’d spoken too had been Ellea and Alistair over a secure private vidlink. No one called, no one dropped by with their condolences, and no one came near him.

He’d be feeling very lonely, he thought bitterly, were it not for his new pet.

From the moment he’d taken hold of her leash, Emma had been playful and affectionate, wagging her tail excitedly whenever she looked at him. She had been perfectly obedient, following him submissively as he led her out of court through a side door so as not to be bombarded by the locales. She had remained by his side all day, looking at him with affection and acting almost amorous towards him, making him wonder again how much of Emma was still in there. When he’d gotten her home, he’d finally broke down as all the events and tragedy of this cursed day caught up with him. For a long time all he’d been able to do was hug her and cry into her silky black coat, much to the confusion of the perplexed pooch.

Emma dutifully had tried in vain to cheer him up in her own way, licking his face and rubbing her head against him, but he couldn’t stop until he’d cried every tear he had left. Emma had made no move to pull away or out of his grip, and had simply sat there with him, letting him hold her.

On top of everything else, the engagement ring that the guard had pulled off of her had seemed to have disappeared.

She was now curled up at his feet in front of the couch, dozing a little bit, but opening her eyes every so often to look at him. In her own way, she was still quite beautiful: Large strong form, a thick silky coat of black fur, long bushy tail going almost down to her hind paws, any dog breeder would have been proud to say he’d produced Emma. He would make her the happiest dog he could, he decided ruefully. He’d higher dog groomer, he would take her for walks and to the park, he would play with her when she needed it, he would feed her only the best food, and buy her any toys she needed or anything else. He would spoil her and make her as happy as he could, even if his mere presence seemed to have that effect on her.

His vidlink chat with Ellea had been over a hack proof private vidlink, and had mainly concerned them using their respective influences to gather some items he wanted. Effectively, they talk had been all about putting a plan into action. And Ellea was on board with no reservations.

The only call he received had been from Alistair Faire, who had simply needed to talk to somebody. Kort’s conversation with him had been both illuminating and enraging. Two things that he discovered from Alistair stood out in his mind: The first, Alistair had been late getting to court because a huge government sanitation truck had broken down entirely blocking the road leadin