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_CONTEXT: This story takes place in a world of psuedo-humans called "myumans" who are basically humans with slight cat-like features. In the neighborhood where this story takes place, a couple weeks ago the myuman residents and their pets were turned into anthropomorphic animals with the pets taking command of the former myumans that once served as their owners.

When Pixie the fat cat was turned into the intelligent myumanoid master of the house, Randal, Todd, Elizabeth and Patricia were turned into animals too with all but Patricia being turned into dogs but Patricia was later given the form of a great dane.

Randal and Geffa, a dragon of tremendous magical power, shared an extended sexual session a couple days ago and Geffa even expressed liking Randal despite him being a far lesser being. Catching up with this story, earlier this evening, Geffa had a couple hours working with Randal as she frightened the young dog boy with miracles of the creation of life._

The evening was setting in for Belle's household.

Belle was in the bedroom at the dresser's large mirror, top drawer open and a plethora of jewelry out for selection. The collie woman putting some dangly earrings on her collie ears. Myuman earrings didn't look appropriate on dog ears but Belle thought it looked decent enough.

She was dressed in a grayish-beige open shirt with frilly sleeves overtop a ocean blue tee. Her brown khakis hugged close to her shapely legs, and a hole out the back allowed her collie tail out. No footwear, as usual.

The door opened and in came Arthur. The fat white rabbit was dressed in a light blue collared shirt and a pair of dark orange corduroy pleated pants with no tail hole as Arthur- like other former myumans- didn't have the cottontail. Also barefoot.

"Almost ready?" asked Arthur, closing the door behind him and walking up to Belle.

"Juuuust about." said Belle as she repositioned an earring so it felt down the right angle of her head.

Arthur walked over and took his arms around her, burying his face into her neck. Belle giggled and took a hand to one of his arms. Arthur sniffed deep into Belle's brown fur, tickling the collie with his whiskered nose.

Arthur raised his hand to grope one of Belle's breasts, "My master is looking incredibly sexy tonight."

With the rabbit pressed up behind Belle, Arthur's member was getting hard and sandwiched itself between the collie's buttcheeks. The curves of Belle's buttcheeks could feel the excitement flowing through her pet rabbit's erecting cock.

Belle rubbed down Arthur's arm, "My pet is looking nice as well."

Arthur kissed up and down Belle's neck. Another deep breath in, "I want to pull down your pants right now and sex you in the butt."

Belle snerked, "We'll have plenty of time to do that at Pixie's." She tapped Arthur's hand, "Now come on and put your erection away. We need to say bye to your daughter."

Belle shut the drawer and went to the door with Arthur. Arthur took a hand around Belle's hips and held her close, "Everyone there is going to want to do it with you all night."

Belle chuckled, "I'm not the one who's a beast in their underwear though."

They left the bedroom. Alyssa, Arthur's 9 year old daughter was standing in her doorway dressed in a pink tee and blue pants with chick decorations on the side. She was a white rabbit like her father, although at a healthy weight for her age. Like her father: no tail, no footwear.

"Are you guys going now?" asked Alyssa.

"Yes." Arthur crouched down to hug his daughter, "You be good for your babysitter, all right?"

Alyssa gave her dad a big hug and grinned, hopping on the balls of her feet, "Yeeeah, I'll be good." Alyssa walked up and hugged Belle's leg, "Bye, Belle."

Belle patted Alyssa's head, but felt like that wouldn't do. She crouched down to give the rabbit girl a hug, "Have a good night, Alyssa."

Alyssa walked into her room and sat down by a dollhouse to play.

"Mr. Rabbit," a teenager's voice called from the front door, "I'm heeeere!"

Arthur and Belle walked out into the living space to see Maebe by the door. She was a teenaged cat with gray fur, shoulder length black hair and eyeglasses. She wore a black concert tee and loose sandy-brown khakis.

"Are you folks all set?" asked Maebe.

Arthur nodded, "Yep. Hold down the fort until we're back. We shouldn't be later than twelve."

"It's fine." said Maebe with a grin, "Tomorrow's not a school day." She paused, feeling secure, "I was also thinking of having a friend over after Alyssa's in bed."

Arthur snerked and crunched his lips in his mouth to hold in the chuckles. Belle stroked Maebe's hair and the cat purred. Belle said, "By all means. On a night like this, a cat like you should have a romantic evening with a nice boy!"

"Ummm," Maebe looked away shyly and pivoted a toe into the floor, "A nice girl, actually."

"Oh?" said Belle, taking a claw hand to her mouth, "Very well then."

Arthur leaned down to Maebe, big raunchy smile on his face, "In case you get bored, the master bedroom is open for you and your girlfriend. It's soundproof, so you don't have to worry about waking Alyssa!"

Maebe snickered, blushing at the suggestion!

"Whatever the case," said Belle, "Have a nice night." Belle patted Maebe on the shoulder and the cat moved out of the way so that Arthur and Belle could get to the door. They shared one final goodbye and then they were out.

Over at Pixie's house, the inhabitants were preparing for the visit. Under orders from the house master Pixie, Todd and Elizabeth were rearranging the furniture so that there was nice visiting space. Chairs were positioned in a circle.

Elizabeth the collie was dressed in a red blouse with cream pants and Todd the doberman was in a concert t-shirt and gray jeans.

Pixie was in the kitchen. She wore a blouse and pleated pants that swayed over her bare feet. She had a bunch of plastic bowls out on the kitchen table. She grabbed a bunch of snack bags from the cupboard. One full of chips, one full of pretzels, and one full of cheese puffs. She reached into to the cheese puffs and cuffed a handful, shoving them into her mouth and chewing them down loudly. After that, a handful of chips. Loud crunches and then she swallowed.

Bugsy was making his way to the kitchen. Though a feral-shaped raccoon, he was intelligent and had the courtesy to dress himself. He wore a bulky dark brown jacket over top a plaid shirt and a pair of brown cargo pants, all fitted for a raccoon with a hole for his big tail. No nothing on his feet, though.

Bugsy came in and saw Pixie stuffing her face. Walking along the floor, he spoke, "How long ago was dinner?"

Pixie smacked her lips, "Can it, raccoon. I'm hungry."

"When are you not hungry?" Bugsy muttered.

Pixie waited for Bugsy to walk by for her to shove him with a foot. He fell on the floor, looked up, cross, "Hey!"

Pixie giggled and began bringing the bowls to the living room.

Patricia the great dane was moving an endtable down into the basement so there was more room upstairs. The larger girl had the strength to move it down the stairs with ease. No point in stuffing it in a far off corner so Patricia left it near the base of the staircase.

She grabbed her jeans and wiggled them around, trying to free herself from a wedgie. She pulled up her bra through her orange tee and rearranged it so it was more comfortable. She had to tug her bra from the back, from up top, lifting her shirt to see why it was so tangled.

That's when she noticed that Randal was in his room, door open, sitting quietly. His head hung low, he didn't even notice Patricia playing around with her clothes.

"Randal?" called Patricia, "Is something the matter?"

He looked up and stared at Patricia with defeated eyes, "Oh..." he shifted and groaned, "Yeah..."

Patricia walked into his room. It was the first time she had been in one of the dogs' bedrooms other than her own. Its shape was identical to her own but being that they were pets under the ownership of Pixie, them having smaller bedroom that's looked like asylum cells wasn't unexpected.

"Uh..." Patricia was never the people person type. She stood in the door way, looking around awkwardly, getting close to saying something but then nothing came to mind.

Randal sighed, "You don't want to know."

Patricia believed him. All she knew is that Randal was busy with Geffa after dinner and she knew that Geffa could do all sorts of scary things. If Randal said Patricia didn't want to know, she knew to keep her curiosity in check.

But Patricia couldn't leave Randal alone! He was looking blue. She sighed, struggling to say something of comfort, "Do you want someone with you right now?"

Randal looked up, unsure. He paused then said, "Yah."

Patricia sat down beside Randal, the mattress creeking under her weight. She rubbed up and down his thigh and patted his knee, "Want me to sit here?"

Randal nodded, "Yes, that would be nice."

Randal's chubby belly hung over his waistline. It was a comfy round belly and pretty cute stick out in Randal's button up longsleeve shirt.

Patricia smiled a bit, reaching a hand over to Randal, "Want me to give you a belly rubs?"

Randal smirked and raised an eyebrow, "I don't know if that's a good idea. When Pixie did that to me, I totally drooled all over myself!"

"I won't go too far with it, I promise," said Patricia. She put a hand on Randal's belly and rubbed in circles, slowly. "This good?"

Randal rumbled, danced his fingers together, rubbed one foot on the other, clicked his knees together and blushed. He turned away shyly, "Yeeeeeah."

Patricia giggled, "Feels good getting a belly rubbed doesn't it?"

Randal looked at Patricia's belly. She was putting on weight, fat pushed out from underneath her shirt. She had some chunky flabs around her waist, her shirt just small enough to let a line of bare fur peek out from underneath.

"Want me to return the favor?" asked Randal.

The dane peered down at her own belly. She had never a proper belly rub like what she was doing to Randal. Would it feel good?

"Sure!" said Patricia.

The two were cross-armed, rubbing each other's tummies. Randal pranced his clawed fingertips on the flabs in front of Patricia's shirt. She was fatter than Randal, but only by so much. He caressed her folds, letting his fingers slide into the crevices of her weight.

Patricia looked down and tugged at her chub, "Pixie really wants me fat. I've been doing a lot of exercise to keep it down but I'm thinking it's a losing war." One hand was busy rubbing Randal's belly so crossing her arms was not an option. She instead took a wrist to her waist, peturbed, "All because I overfed her when she was a cat!"

"She was a pretty fat cat..." said Randal, enjoying Patricia's hand reaching up to his pecs.

"I took care of her!" said Patricia, "She was relatively healthy and happy! But give her too much food and I have to wear that punishment for the rest of my life?"

Patricia wiggled her toes, the belly rub was feeling really good. She let herself pant, mouth open and tongue out, mouth sounds in between her sentences. It was dumb but it felt good.

"There are worst things to be than overweight," said Randal.

"That's true." Patricia looked at Randal, "Want to lay down?"

Sounded like a risk, but Randal wanted to try it out. He laid down on his bed, hands behinds his head and his head on his pillow, and Patricia took a folded hand to his round and rubbed slowly in circles. He tapped his feet on the end of his bed.

"I could get used to being overweight," said Patricia, "Being a dog, being an animal... it's changed me." She smiled big, teeth showing, "I'm way... happier now."

"That seems to be the story with everyone," Randal said with a laugh.

Patricia's rubbing got monotonous as she got lost in thought, "I was insecure, but after getting turned into a dog... or a fish, sort of, I stopped caring about a lot of things." She looked down at her clawed fingers shifting Randal's shirt around, "Look at what I'm doing right now. Rubbing my roommate's belly." She snerked, "If it was a month ago and you told me I was rubbing my roommate Randal's belly..."

Randal smirked, "You'd be disturbed? Grossed out?"

"Yes." said Patricia, "No offense, but I thought you were a nerd."

Randal shifted an arm out from under his head and laid it down his side, tapping his thigh, "We didn't talk a lot as myuman roommates. Then we got turned into pets and..." he patted his groin, "we started having sex three times a day!"

Patricia stopped rubbing his belly and leaned over to rest her chin on it, smiling sensually, "One of the reasons why being an animal is so great. I only got the occasional fuck as a myuman. Now I'm having sex ten times a day." She looked back and pinched her side, "And me being overweight hasn't stopped me at all!"

"Everyone is fucking more people." said Randal. "We're so horny!"

Patricia leaned up, letting her legs dangle over the bed, looking thoughtful, "I'm attracted to more people than ever." She looked back at Randal and grinned, "I've even been having sex with girls." She rocked her feet back and forth, "I was never into girls before but now..." She chuckled, "But then again, I was never into lizards or cows or dogs before and now that's who I'm fucking!"

"You went lesbian?" Randal chuckled, "I've never done anything gay. Except when me and Todd jerked each other off."

Patricia rubbed Randal's leg, "You'll have to change that. It seems like everyone's standards plumetted... and I think that's a good thing."

Randal hmmmmed, "I'm into fat girls. My girlfriend is very fat."

Patricia open mouth smiled, "You have a girlfriend?"

Randal chuckled, "Yeah, her name is Brandy. She's a white cat."

Patricia thought, tapping her chin. A fat white cat girl... "Wait, does she have black hair?"

Randal nodded.

"Oh, I know her." she chuckled, "She's a real tubby!"

"She's the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Randal corrected.

They shared a laugh and then there was a pause. Patricia continued to rub circles around Randal's shirt. His toes fanned gently.

Randal mused, "Thanks, Patricia. I feel better."

Patricia glowed, "Anytime." She got up. "Now, we better go upstairs, the guests will be here soon."

Randal got up and followed Patricia upstairs, the two stomping up the wooden staircase, shutting the door behind them.

Elizabeth didn't have anything else to do so she sat down on the couch and waited for the guests to arrive. All she knew about them was that they were a master and pet couple. What did it matter really? She was getting along with everyone.

Todd sat down on the couch too, taking the spot right beside Elizabeth and not caring about using up any extra space the couch had to offer. Elizabeth was uncomfortable with it but not to the point where she felt she had to do anything.

"I overheard Pixie talking on the phone." said Todd.

"Yeah." said Elizabeth, "To who? About what?"

"That rabbit guy who's coming over," said Todd, "He's got a 14 inch dick!"

Elizabeth fluttered, "14... 14 inches!? That's... huge!"

"I don't got one that big..." Todd looked down at his crotch and poked it, "I'm feeling pretty jealous!"

"Is that really a big deal?" asked Elizabeth. She shifted close and whispered, "I've seen your dick, Todd. It's pretty big. It's bigger than Randal's!"

"Exactly," said Todd. "I'm usually the biggest guy in the house. Then this rabbit comes over with his lightsaber." He paused, "Or heavysaber, I guess." He frowned, "I'll never have sex again!"

Elizabeth rubbed her foot on the front of the couch, "Todd... I've been with guys that have had huge cocks and guys with cock that were small." She paused, "Well, not small. In fact, the smallest cock I've seen since becoming a dog was about seven inches, but just because I've been with a guy with a fifteen inch one doesn't mean I'm going to stop sexing the guy with half that."

Todd blinked, "Fifteen inches? Who was it?"

Elizabeth giggled, blushed and turned away shyly, "Oh, I can't say..."

There was a knock on the screen door. Out in the back patio there was a collie lady with a rabbit man: it was the guests for that evening, Belle and Arthur. Pixie called from the kitchen, "Come in!"

The door slid open and stepped in the collie and rabbit. Big smiles on their faces, they waved at the living room crowd, "Hello!"

Elizabeth smile and gave a wave, "Hi there!" Todd's wave was light and his "Hello." was quiet. Arthur walked over and once his waistline was visible, Todd and Elizabeth took their eyes to his crotch to see if his legendary junk was apparent on his corduroy pants. There was a bulge, but nothing too significant.

Belle saw Elizabeth and glowed, "A fellow collie! Stand up, let me get a look at you."

Elizabeth obliged and presented herself for Belle to inspect. Belle rubbed the other collie's arms and caressed her hands. Todd watched on unsure what to make of Belle's curiosity. Arthur smiled watching his master prod the younger collie girl.

Belle pressed her chest into Elizabeth's. Elizabeth blushed uncomfortably. Both of their bosoms smooshed up against each other. Belle tapped the top of her mounds pressing up against her blue shirt, "Quite stacked too, although mine are more motherly!"

Elizabeth curled her toes anxiously and giggled.

Belle fell away then leaned down to sniff the collie's crotch. Through Elizabeth's cotton pants was a scent of an adventurous young woman with a vibrant passionate sexuality that liked the thrill of chasing her potential sexual partners. Belle sighed pleasurably, "Very nice!"

Pixie walked into the room big smile on her face, "Hello Belle. Arthur." Pixie watched Belle lean up and push her hips out a bit, waiting for something to happen. Pixie smiled pleasantly at Elizabeth, "Go ahead, Elizabeth. Introduce yourself."

Elizabeth blinked, then realized what Pixie wanted. Elizabeth turned to Belle, leaned down and sniffed her crotch. She had a refined scent, one that was comfortable with herself. She leaned up and grinned.

Arthur chuckled, "Guess it's my turn?"

He stepped forward a big and Elizabeth leaned down to sniff at his bulge. While nothing about the scent signified he had a large penis, there was a lot of scent that was unusual. What did the rabbit have inside those trousers?

"I gotta say," said Arthur, "I love having girls sniffing my crotch!"

Pixie walked up and Belle leaned down to give the fellow master a good sniff of her essential spot. Pixie turned to Todd on the couch, "Up, pet. You need to introduce yourself to our guests."

Todd got up, knowing what was next. Belle leaned down and gave him a sniff. She stopped, gave another quick whiff, then pivoted her head to Pixie and gave the cat another one. She went back to Todd's crotch and grinned. She leaned up, "He's your favorite isn't he?"

Pixie smiled, tail swaying behind her. She took an arm around Todd, "He's sleeps on the bed quite a lot, yes."

Unprompted, Belle took a hand on Todd's crotch. Todd's lips quivered with excitement. Belle's finger prodded and weighed the sack of meat that Todd had in his jeans. She let her palm fondle the bumps and hills of his dick and balls.

Taking the hand away, Belle said, "I can see why!"

Arthur giggled, "He's packing!"

Pixie chuckled and tapped Todd on the shoulder, "Go ahead, Todd."

Todd leaned down to give Arthur a quick sniff. It was less about introducing himself and more getting a closer look on the rabbit's bulge. Was it really that big? He couldn't tell just by a few whiffs. Todd moved over and took a big whiff at Belle's crotch and fell in love instantly. The tanginess of the scent combined with a dignified relaxing character made it irresistible. He dove in deep and put his black nose to the collie's pants!

Pixie snerked, "Todd! Behave yourself."

That got a chuckle around the room.

Belle pet the hair of his head, "It's no problem. Besides..." She waited until Todd to look up at her to give him a gaze like a beach sunset, "before long, I'll let you do more than just sniff!"

Todd leaned back up, erection throbbing on his pants.

Patricia and Randal were tasked by Pixie to go into the spare room and find some decorative candles for the living room. Stuff had been moved in and out of that small storage room over the weeks that Pixie had took control of the house so it was hard to find anything in the mixed up shelves or the stacks of cardboard boxes.

"Weren't they going to use this for an office?" asked Patricia.

"I think they took your room and thought it would do," said Randal. "And Geffa's an all-powerful being. She could make an extra room if she needed to."

Patricia found a box full of magazines. She recognized them: they were hers. Tons of fashion magazines. It was so weird to see myuman girls on the front of the cover wearing sexy clothes. What gave them the right to think they were sexy? They weren't fish or dogs or lionesses. Patricia found it grotesque.

"I think this is where Bugsy sleeps." said Randal, looking up at the top of a shelf where a couple shoeboxes were. "Up there."

Patricia looked up, found a stepping stool in the corner, and brought it up to the shelves. She climbed up, her barefeet pressing into the rows of plastic grips on the steps, and got on top to see what was in the shoeboxes.

Stepping up the ladder rose Patricia's butt about level with Randal's face. Having the great dane's rump right in front of him was a good sight, her ass cheeks like big round pillows in those black jeans.

Randal chuckled, "You got a great ass."

Patricia glanced over her shoulder and wiggled it playfully, "Oh think so?"

Randal put a hand on a cheek and stroked it downward, "Yeah. It's nice and big."

"Tell me," said Patricia, getting down from the stepping stool, "how many asses do you see nowadays that aren't great?"

Randal smirked, "Good point. We're all horny for everything, aren't we?" He looked down at Patricia's ass, "But maybe yours is better than others?"

Patricia waggled out her butt some more, "Give it a squeeze if you want."

Randal took a handful of ass fat and squeezed gently, letting the warm assy flesh rub his hand through Patricia's jeans. Patricia giggled as it was ticklish and weird and Randal chuckled in response.

"Weren't you supposed to be looking for some candles?" said Geffa.

They looked up and saw Geffa by the door, arms crossed and a slight scowl on her face. They smiled nervously and stepped away from each other.

She was wearing what she was wearing earlier that evening: a beige knit sweater and a green skirt although she must have found a new skirt after what she did a couple hours before when Randal was with her in the room.

"Sorry," said Patricia, "We're having a hard time finding those candles."

Geffa stepped into the closet, wings contracting so that they could fit through the door, "I don't think you'll find them up your hind-cavities."

Another nervous chuckle from Randal and Patricia.

Geffa looked at the corner at a cardboard box. The box popped open and right on the top of a collection of junk were an assortment of candle, many looking pretty new. She walked over and picked two handfuls up.

"Dog," said Geffa.

Without specificity between the two canines in the room, Patricia could sense that Geffa was addressing her. She stepped forward, took the candles, and walked out of the storage room en route to the living space where everyone was getting acquainted.

It was Randal and Geffa alone. Randal was nervous after what Geffa did earlier that evening.

"You seem better," said Geffa. "After my little show did you find a marijuana joint to smoke out your anxieties?"

Randal didn't like dwelling on what happened earlier, at the risk of reigniting existential comfort, but trying to dodge Geffa's inquiries would only incur further menace from the dragon lady.

"No..." Randal said shyly, "Me and Patricia talked. We had a good talk and..." he shrugged, "I felt better."

"That's it?" said Geffa, "You talked with your roommate and the overwhelming terror you had... disappeared?"

Randal shrugged then nodded, "Yeah. It reminded me of what's important."

It was that dreaded sentimentality again. It was a mortal concept that had people becoming attached to pitiful things like kid's artwork or songs they heard on a first date. Geffa knew all about it and thought it was despicable.

But there was an irresistable endearing quality to way Randal had ran out of Geffa's office in existential terror not a few hours earlier and was now quite content like it never happened. Could a simple conversation be so alleviating to mortal psychology?

It made Geffa's loins warm. She was a higher being but the choice to use a lower being's body inspired lower being desires. Her inner dragon found the mastiff boy to be a powerful choice for a mate, and called for his touch.

"You mortals are so sentimental," said Geffa as her vulva seeped liquid passion into her underwear.

"What do you expect?" asked Randal, "If you know us so well, is it that surprising?"

"Of course not, pet," said Geffa, "I have to mention it because it's just too pathetic. One second you are distraught then you exchange some lowly words with a friend and feel better." She gave a sharp laugh, "You mortals... your conflicts are so fleeting and pointless!"

Randal felt the urge to get snarky, maybe even make a joke but had a feeling Geffa wasn't in the mood for some casually nasty retribution so he kept it to himself. That's when a smell hit his nose, it was the smell of Geffa's sex, Randal knew. He knew that Geffa was aroused by him.

"I..." Randal stumbled on his words, "I'm glad that I can talk to someone and feel better."

Geffa patted Randal on the head, "Yes, I'm sure you are you little pup."

Randal glared at Geffa for a second. He spoke, "Geffa, I can smell your vagina flaring up."

Geffa said nothing. It was an awkward quiet as Geffa slowly took her hand away from the mastiff's hair and returned it to her side. She huffed, "Yes, my body finds you very attractive right now. My body is charmed by your saccharine nature and..." she took a step closer, bringing her snout to Randal's, "maybe it wants to play with you, but that's what this mortal form wants, not me."

Randal was rejected. He frowned and slouched in defeat, "Geffa, I... like you. And you like me." He stepped forward and took Geffa by the sides, "You loved it when we had sex the other day. Don't you want that again?"

Geffa calmly took Randal's arms and removed them from her waste, "My body might, but I don't. I am glad for the afternoon we had together but let's not make it a habit, shall we?"

Randal sighed.

"Besides," said Geffa, "There are some guests in the living room you should greet. Judging by what Pixie said to them over the phone, you should ready yourself for a very animalistic evening. Save your sexual energy for them, would you?"

Geffa folded her wings back and walked out the door, across the hall, and back into her office, shutting the door behind him. It frustrated Randal to have Geffa be so indirect, but he knew he had to a party to attend so he went out in the living room.

Patricia set the candles on the table and lit them, giving the room some atmosphere. Everyone was seated in chairs in a circle, aside from Geffa in her office. Patricia and Randal gave Belle and Arthur a crotch sniff in greeting, neither privy to the fact that Arthur had a rabbithood to outclass all the other males in the house.

After getting a nice sniff in return from Belle, Patricia and Randal took their seats.

Pixie was seated beside Todd and an empty seat. The dogs had laid out more chairs than necessary but no one was sure who'd join them. "So," said Pixie, "What's the homelife like for a collie master and rabbit pet?"

"Orgasmic," Arthur joked, not helping himself to stifle a titter.

Belle lightly smacked his arm, chuckling, "It's been superb!" She rubbed Arthur's arm, "Arthur has been a wonderful pet although the first week or so was rough."

Arthur snerked, "For the first couple days, I was as scared as a kid on the first day of school!" He slapped his knee, kicking it up, and let out a big laugh for everyone to see his incisors, "Totally scared!"

Bugsy was sitting on a chair too. Being a raccoon-sized raccoon, his feet barely made it halfway down the cushion as he leaned up, pretzel in hand. He chomped down on the crunchy snack, jeering with his mouth full, "So... you wet your pants, right?"

Arthur and Bugsy were the only ones amused by the fear-based comedy. Everyone else gave awkward looks to each other, or faked a smile like they were entertained.

All except Belle, who beamed a dreamy grin around the room, "Alyssa's become my little pumpkin pie! I love that girl..."

"Other than the regular issues," said Pixie, "how is Alyssa doing?"

"Pretty good," said Belle, "She's reading at a junior high level!"

"Belle's like a mother to her!" said Arthur, taking a hand around the collie's waist, "A great mother, in fact!"

"And Arthur's like a husband!" said Belle, "I know I'm the master and they're my pets but..." she shrugged with a toothy smile, "I can't treat them poorly. I love them too much!"

Arthur rumbled happily and leaned in to plant a nice kiss on Belle's lips.

Pixie smiled daintily, "I know what you mean. I planted some restrictions early on but eventually I couldn't be so cruel to my lovely pets." Pixie looked over at Todd and patted his hair, Todd grinning tranquilly. Pixie spoke, "The only thing I have them do is eat out of dogbowls on the floor."

Arthur chuckled, "Eat out of dogbowls?"

Randal, Todd, Elizabeth, and Patricia were embarrassed. Randal squirmed in his seat and basked in comfortable silence. Elizabeth brushed some hair back.

"And my dogs are allowed to sleep on the bed- my bed," Pixie said, eyes gazing out voraciously, "Of course, because I have four of them I have to cycle through who gets the privilege each night."

Belle chuckled and rubbed a hand on Arthur's shoulder, "This one has a permanent residence in my bed. And if I'm a mom to Alyssa, then me and Arthur here..." she massaged his shoulder and laid a chin down upon it, "have been putting in the hours in making her a little brother or sister!"

"Oh my!" said Pixie, eyes full of stars.

"Can a dog and a rabbit have a child?" asked Patricia.

"A zooman dog and rabbit can," said Bugsy, finishing up the last bit of his pretzel, "So hopefully the young ladies in the room remember to take the pill if you're going to spend your free time porking all over town!"

The pet neighborhood was a bed for sexual interactions. Everyone was getting laid all the time, it seemed. With multiple partners too! Arthur shared a story about being invited over to a friend's house, or a house previously belonging to a friend before everyone got transformed. The house now belonged to the three pets turned masters, and his friend had been turned into a dog and his wife turned into a dove. He was invited over to the house through his friend and fucked everyone throughout the night, including their college-aged kids.

This inspired Todd to sharing his own tales of fucking across town. He met a rabbit girl while walking around and found the girl so attractive he couldn't help but get a boner. The girl noticed the tent on his pants and immediately undressed to let him fuck her. They fucked on the sidewalk like two unspayed dogs! Then the rabbit brought him inside to have sex with her roommates and the masters of the house.

Patricia had gotten pretty intimate with Kelsey, a friend she knew as a myuman. Kelsey had been transformed into a parrot and the two girls spent a lot of time having rampant lesbian sex. Kelsey even pushed Patricia to fuck her boyfriend.

Patricia gestured at herself, "We can't do a lot of shopping at the mall looking like this, but we can watch TV naked together!"

"It's been weird," said Arthur, "being a bunny and all- being a pet- but living's been so good! I never had sex like this before, and now I get it all the time! That goes for everyone, right?"

Everyone nodded, except for Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth?" beckoned Pixie, "Has your sex life been adequate?"

Elizabeth took a foot onto her seat and squirmed shyly, brushing some hair. She fidgeted her fingers on her knee, "Uhhhh..."

Bugsy snerked, "Wouldn't surprise me if that one was the only one of us that didn't have a prominent libido."

"No..." said Elizabeth, "I don't know how to talk about those things."

Patricia took Elizabeth's hand, "You talk about it! Don't be shy!"

Elizabeth blushed and let out a bright smile, "It's been great! I've been having it so much, every day!" She planted her feet down on the floor, tail wagging if she had one, "I've never had a lot of sex before being a dog, but since being transformed I've got it so much and it's been amazing! I've been having sex beyond my wildest dreams, feeling pleasure I never even knew I could!"

Everyone gave a cheer, happy that the collie girl was getting just as much sex as everyone else.

Pixie cheered, "Wonderful! It's so nice to hear that my pets are experiencing the joys of physical pleasure."

Unprompted, Elizabeth went into detail, "I've spent many nights at friends' houses and a few days ago they allowed me to..." she blushed, "... walk around in the nude."

It was only a few days that Elizabeth and the other dog pets in Pixie's house were forced to walk around in the nude, among other punishments. After the ban on clothing was lifted, she got back to wearing pants... at least, around the house.

Bugsy let out a sharp laugh, "You're allowed to wear clothes again but you still gotta go nude abroad?"

"It must feel good!" said Arthur, "Maybe you should start doing it around the house?" He chuckled, "We got a kid at home, we can't be naked around her!"

A laugh was exchanged among the room. It quieted down and Pixie took a pleasant glance at Randal. She said, "Randal, I believe that you are now boyfriend and girlfriend with Donna's pet?"

Randal grinned, "Yes! Me and Brandy are together now!"

Patricia smiled, fangs exposed, "Oh right! Tell us about her!"

"Who's Brandy?" asked Belle.

Bugsy chirped up loud, making sure his voice overpowered the room, "A fat cat girl Randy here's in love with!"

Patricia giggled, "She might be fat but Randal is smitten with her!"

"She's assertive and smart," said Randal, "a bit shy... but very beautiful."

Randal thought about his cat girlfriend for a moment and let an erection develop.

"Even though she's hundreds of pounds overweight?" asked Bugsy.

Arthur slapped his big round belly. It jiggled for a moment, "Hey, not everyone here is without sin."

"Because she's overweight," said Randal, "I love her big fatty body! She's so soft but..." he curled his feet together, "her sexual passion is so hard!"

Pixie was surprised. She had heard of fat people getting fucked even though they were fat but hearing Randal admire his girlfriend's tubby body was a new one. Pixie looked down and padded her flabby curves through her clothes. If there were people out there that found being fat very attractive, was being fat so bad?

Todd edged closer on his seat, "Did you... do it with her?"

Randal smirked, "Of course I did. When I went over there she immediately offered me a blowjob!" His eyes went heavenly and his mouth hung open in awe, "She sucked my dick so good. I had to return the favor! I ate her out on the couch!"

Oral sex? Those across the room felt a pang of arousal hearing Randal talk about having his genitals sucked and giving in return.

"Donna and Eustice left the house to us," said Randal, "We stripped naked and had sex all over the place! We did it twenty times I think!"

Pixie smiled, "You must really like her then!" She giggled, "I hope all that action didn't cause any physical problems."

"After that we went for a nude walk outside," said Randal.

The room chuckled.

"I might have allowed clothing again," said Pixie, "but my pets..." she eyed Elizabeth and Randal both, "...can't help but strip down!"

"We are a couple now... officially," said Randal, "but we're going to have sex with other people too."

"That's lovely!" said Pixie, "I'm so glad you found someone special. You'll have to invite her over sometime!"

"If she can get through the door!" said Bugsy.

It was an opportunity to be upset, but Randal kept his cool. He clinged to his seat and smirked over at Bugsy, "I bet if I invite her over you'll be drooling over her!"

There was a giggle across the room. Bugsy kept silent.

"You must really like her," said Pixie.

"Yeah," said Randal.

"In that case, you should give us a demonstration," Pixie smiled warmly, "Randal... masturbate to the thought of your girlfriend."

Something grabbed Randal's arms. He was being forced to take his hand to his pants, undo his belt, and pull out his cock- already a little erect. He grimaced as he uncontrollaby took his dick and cranked it, thoughts of Brandy filling his mind.

He thought of her sexy naked body, her legs out and sex wide open for him to see, big carriage hanging out in front. She had such chunky legs and clawed feet. He imagined grabbing her thighs and he could feel his fingers smush into her furry flesh. He imagined licking her pussy and he could taste it.

He giggled nervously, forced to pleasure himself with abandon in front of his housemates and guests. Oh but it felt so good! Precum oozed at the tip of his penis. He had half of his mind on the embarrassment as he gazed around the room at all the people laughing at him and then half of his mind on Brandy, naked and horny for him in his imagination.

"Your pet is well endowed," said Belle.

Arthur, feeling insulted, stammered, "Not as big as me!"

Pixie grinned, "Yes, I hear your rabbit is most large."

Belle smiled and nodded, "Yes." She looked over at Arthur, "Please... show them."

The rabbit bit a lip nervously and reached down to unzip his drawers. He had to struggle to get his cock out, stuffed tight in his pants. A fold of his underwear and a shift in his seat and his big cock flopped out, long and myumanoid.

Much longer than anything Todd or Randal could produce, the two dogs felt envious of the rabbit's rod as the rabbit spanked it and rubbed it, making it long and filling it out. It got stiff and stood up like a tower.

Elizabeth and Patricia stared at it mouths agape. Patricia drifted out of her seat, like she was being pulled to it. Elizabeth barked at it. She barked like it was a car driving by her backyard. She barked at it like it was a firecracker going off.

Patricia joined in, barking at it. It was like it wasn't supposed to be there, an intruder. The great dane barked at it, maybe to scare it off. Maybe Patricia was the one afraid of it.

Patricia and Elizabeth's barking got a laugh out of the room. Watching the two dog girls bark uncontrollably at Arthur's extensive penis like it was a cat was quality entertainment. Even Randal got a giggle as he cranked his cock, pre drizzling down his tip.

Their barking quieted and Patricia and Elizabeth giggled at themselves in embarrassment.

Belle smiled and placed a palm on the tip of her rabbit's dick, "This is what I sleep beside every night!"

Randal could imagine Brandy sitting on his lap, taking his cock, and a strand of cum shot from his dick and splashed on his pants. A few more fired at sprinkled his pants further, and landed on the carpet below.

It was more comedy for the room but Randal had his cum and kept on jerking. His orgasm didn't slow down his fapping nor did it soften his member. His mind continued to be half-lost in thoughts of his beautiful fat girlfriend.

Arthur patted his dick, "The day I got turned into a rabbit, it was a nightmare! But this..." he slid fingers down his shaft, "this was a highlight." He looked around, "You said you had your pets be naked all the time: would you mind if I stripped down?"

Belle grinned, "Oh yes! It would be nice to go nude. Would you allow us, Pixie?"

Pixie nodded.

Arthur pulled up his shirt and revealed a big white belly. Belle took off her beige top before pulling up the shirt underneath and tossed both articles onto the table behind her. She had a trim figure with white furry on her belly to compliment the brown stuff surrounding it. Her large breasts hung in front of her and once she removed her bra, they were out in the open.

Arthur dropped his shirt on the floor and stood up to let his pants fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them and shoved them underneath his chair, now full naked and cock out in front of him. He looked over to see his master pull her tail out her pants and then her legs. Standing naked, fuzzy vagina out in the room, she tucked her pants underneath her chair.

Their nudity got applause from the others.

Arthur strutted around, his big cock hanging over his hefty balls. Anyone could see how heavy the shaft was with its lumbering swings. Todd felt envious walking past.

Belle strutted out into the middle of the chairs, letting everyone have a look at her, "It does feel nice to be naked out in the open." She slid her hands up her sides, "When I was a feral, I was always naked! Since becoming anthro, I've mostly just been naked in bedrooms." She took her hands and gripped her rump behind her, "But it's so nice to show off my ass!"

Arthur reached over and rotated a palm around Belle's butt cheek, "We're like two cavemen. Or cave_people_." He took the hand from her butt to her shoulder and leaned forward, "Urk urk!"

Belle smiled, "Urk!"

Arthur walked around the room and came to Patricia. He turned to her, big cock right in front of Patricia's nose. Her eyes dilated looking at the monsters. One of the biggest cocks she had seen in that neighborhood!

"It's nice, isn't it?" said Arthur, "Why don't you give it a touch?"

She cupped up a hand below it and took the weight in her palm. It was so heavy and masculine. A sensation in her surged, she crossed her legs awkwardly, and she breathed heavily, strained breaths escaping her nose and blowing against the surface of Arthur's shaft.

Her head jerked, her muzzle flinched, and she threw her head back to howl! She howled loud to the sky she couldn't even see above her! She howled for the big cock!

Elizabeth clenched her fist and chewed her lip but she couldn't help it: she curled her toes and howled too. Randal was still tugging on his cock, jism covering his tip and spurts of it all over his pants, his feet, and the floor. The call of the howl ringed in his ears and he jutted his head back to howl along. Todd joined in.

The others laughed. Bugsy turned on his side, cackling like mad. He got out some words, "Fuck me, it's like they're programmed to-" he bit his lip to stifle a laugh, "-to howl along!"

Patricia got a grip and her howling stopped. She took her head down and rubbed the bottom of Arthur's sac. The rabbit pivoted his feet into the ground.

Randal focused away from thoughts of Brandy for a moment to crack a joke at Bugsy, "You've never had anyone howl at your dick because it's so small."

There were some silent chuckles for Randal's insult. Bugsy scowled and crossed his arms, "In my myumanoid form, I would have the biggest one around! I'm a feral right now, that's all!"

"Sure..." said Randal, letting himself get back to his fantasy of fucking Brandy in the middle of a field in 17th century France. Her legs out, brushing against long strands of grass, Randal could practically hear her toes rubbing the plants. Randal fell into a dopey grin.

Pixie saw that Randal had covered his pants with jism and felt that was an appropriate celebration of his new girlfriend. With hands on her knees, she politely said, "You can stop pleasuring yourself, Randal."

Randal's jerking slowed, the invasive thoughts of Brandy stopped, and he looked at himself. Cumstains were all over his pants. He looked around for some tissues and saw a box on the endtable by the kitchen divider. He got up, penis still out, and walked over to grab the box, bringing it back to his seat. He began wiping down the cum. The stuff that was still wet, specifically.

Bugsy got his clocks turning. For anyone who had a penis in that room, his was the smallest. He needed to become myumanoid to stand a chance in the competition. He left his seat unceremoniously and snuck past the kitchen into the hall.

Arthur brought his naked body up to Elizabeth. The big cock was right there at eye level but when she raised up her hands to feel something, she took them to Arthur's round, flabby belly. Getting a giggle from Arthur, he smiled, "Do you like my tub?"

"Your tub's good," said Elizabeth, "It's very handsome."

Arthur took a hand behind his head, "Handsome, you say? I don't know about that."

Belle came up behind Arthur, pushing her body into his and letting her bush tickle the top of Arthur's right ass cheek. She took a hand out front and graced her pet's flabby front, her fingers touching Elizabeth's. She said, "I would. You're a stud."

Arthur wrinkled a smile, "Got two beautiful collie girls feeling me up."

Watching Belle and Elizabeth prod Arthur's fat belly was weird for the cat. They were so open about favoring a fat man. Was fat attractive? Was fat something that people could enjoy? She looked down at her own curves. Were those curves a curse or were they something to allure mates?

Geffa was in her room, at her desk. A stack of paper was before her.

While one hand was busy typing on a keyboard, the other was down her skirt. She rubbed one out to the thought of Randal. The fingers circled her vulva and her sex spat juice into her moist panties, so moist that they were seeping through down to her skirt.

There was a scratch on the door. Geffa removed her hand and wiped the sticky on the chair. The scratching continued and she could hear Bugsy's grumbling on the other side. A few seconds of it and she sighed, lifted her hand, and snapped her fingers. A magical force turned the knob and opened the door.

Bugsy came walking through, pulling up his pants, "Thanks. I have trouble climbing doors."

"What is it you need Bugsy?" she said, magically willing the door to close.

"I need to be myumanoid," said Bugsy.

Geffa smirked and leaned forward on the desk to keep a good view of her small friend as he approached. She said, "Feeling a little inadequate for the 'party' that's about to transpire?"

Bugsy rolled his head, "Yeh, yeh... I'd fit myself into a cave but I don't think any of the girls out there are ready for something like that. Nah, I gotta be on their level."

Geffa leaned back, "Very well." She cracked fingers and then fired a white bolt at Bugsy.

Bugsy's form was covered in a white light, and it expanded up and grew outward until it was the size of a nearly six-foot myumanoid. The light faded, and it was Bugsy... except myumanoid like all the others in the house. His brown jacket and heavy red shirt underneath grew with his size, and his dark gray cargo pants followed suit, having a hole out the back for his striped tail which was quite fluffy. Barefoot still.

He felt his raccoon face, the white fuzz underneath his black nose. He felt his point ears, and smiled.

"What?" said Geffa, "Think I wouldn't do it right?"

Bugsy looked down and fiddled with his pants. An unzipping of his crotch and unbuckling of his belt and he whipped his cock out, balls hanging in front of his pants. A decent size for anyone around and could likely get to eight inches, but that wasn't good enough to Bugsy.

"Just whipping it out," said Geffa, "Just like that?" She tapped a wrist on her desk, "I'm way too busy for that right now, Bugsy."

"Not yoooou," said Bugsy, "Think you could make this a bigger? I need to outrank the rabbit in there, and he's got a footlong!"

Geffa's eyes tilted upward in annoyance, "I suppose."

She snapped her finger and Bugsy's raccoonhood exploded with size! A big shaft and huge balls- the thing virtually doubled in size!

Bugsy smiled, "Niiiice!" He paused and felt a hand on the shaft and squeezed the balls, "But..."

Geffa raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"

Bugsy tilted his head, "Think you could give me something that could get to two feet?"

Geffa scowled, "Get out of here now before I turned you back into a girl!"

Bugsy snapped around and went to the door, stuffing his cock back into his pants. He took a hand to the doorknob while he zipped up. "Alright, alright! Geez!"

He buckled his belt while the door open and walked out, closing it behind him. Geffa huffed and clawed down the wood of the desk feeling like the moment was ruined for her to continue her masturbation.