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_ Nine hours ago... _

Carla watched the painted dog eat his egg sandwich, glued to the way he was able to hold it in his dexterous, more hand-like paws. The surrealness of this world was still fresh in her mind. An entire alternate reality of animal people and they were just... normal. Like her. The dog man scrolled his phone as he ate. His laptop had an Adobe Premiere style editing software. His kitchen sink still had some unwashed dishes stacked inside. It was all so ordinary, and yet here was this canine on two legs and clothes, talking and eating like a person. It was a circle Carla's head couldn't square.

Jonah looked back at the strange human. She still hadn't eaten the sandwich on her plate, choosing to keep eyeballing him instead. Gods, Hunter wasn't this paralyzed when he first got here, was he? Then again, Hunter did tell him she had just underwent something traumatizing in the human world. Maybe she was still frozen up from that. He wouldn't feel right if he couldn't make her feel comfortable in his home.

“So, uh, what is it you do?" Jonah asked trepidatiously.

Carla squinted. “Pardon?"

“Like, your job. What did you do back home?"

Carla sighed, the question stinging more than he intended. “I... didn't really have a job. I guess you could say I'm... I was a student."

“Oh. In what?"

“Ugh, I... I don't really know. I mean I had a BA in business and I still didn't feel like I had found my calling, so I went for a Master's like an idiot all because I wanted an excuse to figure myself out more."

“Sounds like our version of a graduate's degree. Nothin' to scoff at I guess."

“Well, for me it is."

Jonah tilted his head. “How come?"

Carla opened her mouth to respond before stopping herself. Why was she spilling so much to this stranger— this canine stranger, at that? She sat still, staring into the dog's eyes. They were... curious. Expressive and human, much too human to be like a regular dog's back in her reality. Fuck, what was it about dogs' gazes that made her feel less sad? She used to have a dog as a kid. She told her everything, treated her like a friend, even though she knew it couldn't speak back.

The dog in front of her, on the other hand, could.

Maybe that's what this was. There was still so much she hadn't told Terry, even with all she admitted to him this morning. Yet this Jonah fellow just happened to be a very calm, attentive listener. It reminded Carla of when she was a kid. She told her puppy everything, even cried with it, and it always made her feel better. Perhaps unburdening herself would lighten the load in her soul. She was gonna be staying with this guy for a while, after all. Who knew when she would be returning to the human world?

“Ugh, it's stupid," she began. “But... I lied to my family about what degree I was getting."

“Sooo, you're not a business major."

“Nope. In fact I was the polar opposite of a business major... I took Queer Studies."

“Ahh, nice. Sticking it to the man."

“I, uh, guess that means homophobia is a thing here too, isn't it."

“Oh yeah. I mean, according to Hunt— uh, Terry. According to him it's way more of a thing where you guys're from. But there're still backwards weirdos here too, rare as they are... Why'd you have to lie to your family about Queer Studies?"

“Well... my family is, unfortunately, a big deal where I'm from. Big enough that I was raised to be a corporate heiress of sorts."

“Fuckin' hell. Looks like they got those in the human world too."

“Oh yeah, and they're motherfuckers. I saw a lot of shit from the inside. Didn't want any part in it."

“So you pick a major that's the exact opposite of business."

“It wasn't just that..." Carla hesitated a little. She hadn't even told Terry this. The incident he had with her uncle was just a convenient excuse to break up with him when she didn't have the courage to tell him the truth. She had known Jonah for all of an hour and she was already admitting her deepest secret. Well, if there's one thing she learned from being with Jonathan Lexington, it was that things were better off when people were unflinchingly honest about themselves and not thinly held-together facades.

“I took Queer Studies because... I didn't know who I was."

“What do you mean?" Jonah asked.

“I mean... I never felt like a girl. I was born and raised by alpha masculine business men. That shit rubbed off on me whether I wanted it to or not. When I was a kid, I wanted to be like father and uncle: in charge of the boardroom and trading stocks and smoking expensive cigars. Instead, they ostracized me, because I was the daughter, while my brothers got all the attention and mentorship about the industry. I, on the other hand, had it drilled into me from a young age that I would one day marry a different rich business heir and get to spend the rest of my life having nice things and being waited on hand and foot. And the thought of that being my life just... it sickened me."

Jonah frowned upon hearing the distress in Carla's voice. She sighed before continuing, “So, I spent my teens being really into feminism. I wanted to be a ladyboss, to show all the dudes in my family that women could rule the boardroom. I studied all day and night, consumed every Wall Street Journal article, until I finally got accepted into my most wanted business school: Princeton. By the time I graduated, it felt like I got everything I worked hard for, proved my backwards family wrong and... and I still felt fucking miserable!"

A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, the first tear she had let out since... fuck, second grade? She hated crying in front of other people. But everyone had to do it sooner or later. She rubbed her face, trying to hide any trace of the errant discharge.

Jonah took that as his cue to grab a tissue box from the counter and hand it to her. Carla nearly smacked the box off his paw... then she saw the kind look in his eye. That sincere puppydog stare. Ugh, she couldn't be mad at the guy for genuinely caring for her. Relenting, she set the box on the table and grabbed some tissues, blowing her nose and wiping her tears.

“Thank you... fuck, I never even told Terry that. Hell, the only person I admitted this to was—" She blinked, realizing she was thinking about Jonathan again. That fucking prick. Carla shook her head, trying to shake his image out of her mind. “Never mind... You're a good listener, Jonah."

Jonah smirked and scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, well... That's kind of a popular stereotype over here. Canines being in tune with their and others' emotions, being good listeners, loyal, honest to a fault. I never thought of it as a canine thing or an instinct thing. It's just, I dunno, being decent?"

Carla smiled. “Well, thanks. For being decent."

“No prob... I can see why Hunt— ah, Terry stayed friends with you. For a human, you got a good head on your shoulders."

“Don't mention it... Hey, I've noticed everyone calling him Hunter here. I know he's supposed to be some actor here, but isn't that just his stage name?"

“Ehh, it kinda is and isn't. Hunter's pretty much his name whenever he's in our neck of the woods. Helps him, I 'unno, fit in better with the rest of our society."

“Heh, still kinda hard to fit in when he's the only guy without fur, right?" She looked to Jonah, who only stared at her in confusion. “Right??"

“You sure you know what Hunter does here?"

“Oh, he told me months ago he does porn now. I didn't know it was in a whole other world or with animal people, but I know that's what he's doing now."

Jonah began to giggle to himself. The innocent little human still had no idea. Carla arched her brow, wondering what he found so amusing. “Say," he started, “you wanna see one of his films?"

Carla smirked back. “Tch, sure. I gotta know just what everyone here finds so 'irresistible' about my ex."

---

Carla's smile had dropped into a gobsmacked gape. On Jonah's laptop, she witnessed her averagely-sized, human ex-boyfriend shapeshift into a smaller, moan-y otter woman, all as the skunk girl she had just talked to hours ago dug her tongue into Terry's newly formed pussy.

Kiera and Terry—or Hunter, at least here—were both dressed in pirate-themed costumes while on a surprisingly elaborate ship set. Hunter, now an otter girl, was bent over against the bough of the ship, getting her new nethers completely cleaned out by Kiera's tongue. Tails wriggled and writhed in the breeze, fur brushed against fur, and each moan and squeak from the two anthros grew only more feral as they devolved into carnal lust.

For minutes, Carla had no idea what to say. According to Jonah, there was no CG, costuming, or make-up involved. This was just what seemed to happen to humans who “mated" with anthros in this world. The human's eyes were wide as saucers, completely and utterly entranced by the physical transformation. The way his face stretched and squished, his hands and feet turned into webbed paws, his nose reshaped and grew a pebbled, black texture. It all looked too believable for something so _un_believable.

Jonah, on the other hand, had his footpaws kicked up on the coffee table, smiling and reveling in the human's stunned reactions. His tail wagged ever so slightly against the back of the couch, unable to hide his clear glee.

By the time the credits rolled, Carla could only sit back and stare blankly at the screen, taking in all she had just witnessed. Jonah waited with bated breath for her verbal response.

Carla gulped. “Uh... That was... interesting..."

“Believe me," Jonah replied, “We were just as surprised as you when we first saw it. Of course, our reactions were still rather... different."

“Yeah, um... I guess it's well-made, porn-wise. I just couldn't get past the whole... y'know."

“I suppose it hits different when it's happening to someone you've known for a while."

A deep breath fumed out of Carla's throat, still processing what she just saw. “So, like, he turns into something different each time?"

“New species," Jonah cosigned. “No repeats so far."

“And you guys find this... hot?"

“Oh fuck yeah. Seeing an innocent fleshy human surrender to our world's primal instincts? Molding that little default clay figurine into something furry and horny and grateful? Gets me going. Even the female transformations, and I'm gay."

“Huh... I dunno, I-I guess it's because I've never been into furries... In our world, we have—"

“I'm aware. Hunter's told us all about the conventions and human subcultures. Pretty interesting that you guys think of us like that."

“Y-Yeah... Hey, Jonah? Do you... want to transform me?"

Jonah tilted his head. “Whaddya mean?"

“I mean, you just said you're into that stuff. And I'm a human in your apartment. And I told you all about how I don't fully feel comfortable identifying as a girl, which was followed by showing me a film where my ex completely shifted genders."

The painted dog chuckled to himself. “Okay I'll admit, it does look pretty sketch when you put it like that. No, it was just a funny coincidence."

“Oh..." Carla shuffled uncomfortably on the couch. Part of her was relieved, and another part of her, for some reason, was disappointed. She didn't want to admit it, but she felt her heart stir a little when she saw how much Terry seemed to enjoy making love as a woman. It didn't feel like acting to her. She and Terry had fucked a lot, and she knew when he felt something transcendental in the bedroom. And according to Jonah, that cat girl Julie was originally a human male too. And she's pregnant now!

Carla's heart beat louder than it had in a while. Does this sort of thing happen to every human that finds their way here?? She wasn't really into all this animal stuff, but perhaps she had been brought here for a reason...

“You okay?" Jonah asked worriedly. “You look like you have a lot on your mind. Moreso than usual."

“Yeah, it's just..." She hesitated. Jonathan flooded back into her memory. Fuck, she really thought he was different. He played the part to perfection. Hell, he promised he'd vouch for her to her family if she ever came out as anything other than cisgender. Now she'd never see any of the friends she made in that Queer Studies class ever again, all because she bought Jonathan's bullshit.

Of course her life spiraled out just as Terry's had blossomed in this other world. Every decision she thought would help her finally figure out her life... had been the wrong one.

“H-How much did Terry tell you about... why I'm here?"

Jonah shrugged his shoulders. “Not much. It must've been serious, though. He used the word 'traumatizing' quite a bit when describing it."

Carla rolled her eyes dismissively. “Oh, for the love of— I'm not fucking traumatized! I mean, was what happened to me traumat_ic_? Sure, I guess, but I'm not fucking locking myself in my room over it 'cause that's probably what everyone in my family wants! 'Ooo, Carla's just a weak little girl,'" she pantomimed, “'She'll be so broken up after Jon hits her that she'll be too scared to leave!'"

“Whoa whoa whoa, hold up," Jonah interrupted. “You really got hit? I didn't wanna ask, with the black eye and all, but... Who did it?"

“Ugh, my boyfriend— my ex-_boyfriend— I mean, my _other ex-boyfriend after Terry. But it wasn't a big deal, I defended myself after. I'm just..." Carla groaned, struggling to find the words. “I fucking hate when people treat 'battered women' like helpless, shattered vases that need care, and love, and time or whatever. It's just so... infantilizing!"

“Okay, but, that still must've felt like shit," Jonah tried to say calmly, but rather coming off more worried than he intended. “Being struck by someone you thought cared for you is just awful, no two ways. Strong or not, you have every right to feel fucked up about it."

“Yeah, well when you're a Thornwood, you don't have time to wallow in feelings. There's always another backstab coming to fuck your ass, and that's exactly what my own family did to me when they found out what Jon did."

Jonah let out a soft whimper, canine instincts able to sense the deep pain in Carla's voice that she worked hard to mask.

“That's the thing about being born in a fucked up almost-billionaire family," Carla continued. “No one ever talks about how we're seen by our own parents not as children but commodities. The fact that Jonathan hit me, I couldn't give less of a shit." Her voice began to tremble. “It's that he fucking lied to me that hurts the most. That fucking piece of shit pretended to like what I like, fake-laughed at my jokes, said he accepted me when I came out to him and I fucking believed it all! I told myself I'd never be like those other girls, falling for shitty men. I was so sure I was smarter, savvier, sharper... But I'm no better. My family was right. I am just a weak little girl..."

Carla punched one of Jonah's throw pillows, venting out all the anger and frustration and sadness that she kept repressed. When she cried at the kitchen table, it felt cathartic. This didn't. This was a full-on sob, messy and ridden in snot and phlegm and all the vile things she had pushed deep inside her her whole life. She buried her face in the pillow, ashamed to even show it, ashamed to be herself.

Jonah reached a paw out, wanting to comfort her like he had before. But this felt more volatile, less easily fixed. A tear streamed down and matted the fur on his face, wishing desperately to help this human creature without startling her. He took a deep breath...

“Can I show you something?" Jonah waited for Carla to lift her eyes from the pillow. She finally did, her sclera bloodshot, staring the canine down. Jonah then turned around and took his shirt off, showing off his bare back. It was dotted with large white spots like any African wild dog. Carla nearly lost herself in the pattern, wondering what he wanted her to see... until she saw faint lines carved along his back. Jagged disruptions in the grain of his pelt, breaking his painted pattern and scarring it completely. Carla's eyes widened at the sight.

After a long minute of baring his scars, Jonah finally turned back around to face Carla, shirtless and wearing his fur coat proudly. He continued, “It happens to the best of us... falling for a shitty guy, I mean. I guess by your human standards, I was rather promiscuous in my twenties. Been with a lot of species over the years. Never really was a one-mate kinda guy... until I met Brad, that is. Fuck, he was the biggest, most handsome tiger I had ever seen. I fell hard for him... In return, he treated me like a toy.

“It was just kinky fun at first. We had a safe word and all sorts of other boundaries... But I wanted to be his main mate. Brad, meanwhile, just wanted to drink. And the more monogamous we tried being, the more he drank. And when he was shitfaced, safewords went in one ear and out the other... Still, I stuck by him, thinking he just needed to get sober and once that happened he would magically be the perfect guy I fell for... He never did make the effort. Even sober, he used his claws on me very liberally. And I just took it thinking it was up to me to better things for him."

Carla sat in stunned silence at Jonah's story, unsure how to respond. “I'm so sorry, Jonah. I didn't mean to remind you of that stuff."

“Yeah, well, I've been Brad-free for years now, comfortable enough to return to casual hookups and rutting with other packs. In fact, I brought all that stuff up because... I'm really proud of you for already being ahead of me."

The human blinked confusedly back at the canine. “What do you mean?"

“I mean, you just had the worst thing ever happen to you and you didn't sit by and take it. You fought back, left his ass, and got help even at the expense of your livelihood. That's fucking badass, dude. If anything, you're a bigger man than I ever was."

“R-Really?"

“One hundred percent."

For the first time in what felt like ages, Carla smiled through her tears. Of all the things she thought would happen today, she never thought she'd make a friend in this canine man.

“You know," Carla started, “When I told Jonathan about my... gender troubles... he pretended to understand what I was going through, even while he treated me like a future trophy wife. I'm still not sure what the deal with my gender is, but you calling me a man? I'll admit, it felt... nice."

“Hey, don't mention it. I meant every word. And hey, if you ever do decide to make the switch, this is kinda the best place for it."

Carla chuckled, “That's nice, but I don't know if I see myself with a tail. Or, y'know, doing it with an animal. No offense."

“None taken, but c'mon. You don't find any of this attractive?" Jonah hovered his hand over his furred, toned abs, displaying them like a model. Carla laughed, playing along.

“I mean, for a dog person, you are relatively handsome."

“Ahh, 'relatively.'"

“More or less, hehe." They laughed together, finding ease in each other's conversation. Carla found this all so strange. It had only been a few hours and she already felt a deep connection to Jonah, and for once she didn't think it was because he reminded her of some pet she had as a kid. Jonah was just a nice, thoughtful, chill guy. Like Terry was. Like Jonathan pretended to be. It didn't hurt that his anthropomorphism gave him some attractive features. Those abs, that charming smile, the—

Oooh fuck, Carla thought. Don't find the dog man attractive, Car. You've just gone through the worst fucking break-up in human history. You're psychologically looking for a rebound and this is the first nice guy you've talked to in weeks that isn't your new ex. Let's not fall into bad habits, now...

Carla perked up, wiping the remaining tears from her face before turning back to the laptop. “Can we watch another one?" she asked. “I wanna know what makes Hunter Prey so special and I think my initial shock has worn off somewhat."

Jonah smiled back. “Sure thing."

---

Carla was now curled up beside Jonah on the couch, the two watching Hunter Prey's very first film together. She didn't know when it started. Today had been so emotionally exhausting and tiring, she just found herself resting in his fur. It was surprisingly soft, and the warmth from his body heat was so comforting... it was too easy to melt into his presence. But that's all this was. It had been a long day. It was healthy to just rest and embrace comfort for once, even in the arms of a sweet and gentle canine like... oof, one thing at a time, Carla.

They had just finished the first half of Hunter's first porn, in which Doe Adira turned him into a cute little bunny girl begging to be bred. Carla had to admit, Terry made a cute little bunny, though she was a little surprised by how hard she went on the whole breeding kink. Jonah did explain that transformation into another species also imparted that species' instincts. God, what must that be like? How was Hunter so comfortable not just changing his body but his very brain chemistry on such a regular basis. Did it really feel... that good?

It was also cool seeing Doe for the first time. Carla was surprised to find how widely accepted Doe's intersex biology was, especially compared to the way humans treated intersex people. In fact, this whole world's treatment of porn was so wildly unique in general. Carla wondered how much more into porn she'd be if it was given the sort of treatment and budget and overall respect this world gave it.

The longer she watched these anthro bodies getting intimate with each other, the more her initial wariness with their forms melted. In fact, even guys like Jonah were looking pretty attractive considering their bestial forms. Fuck, was this how actual furries back home felt? Oh god, she wasn't becoming one now, was she?

As the credits finished rolling on the first half of the double feature, the second began. Hunter was now in a BDSM scenario with Julie, the cat girl Carla had met in Kiera's apartment. Over the course of minutes, she sexually tortured Hunter, watching as he slowly transformed. Carla squirmed in her spot for a second. She had never seen Terry in such a position before, and she had to admit, he was a hell of an actor. Even with how long they were together, she had no idea her ex had this kind of thing in him.

The scenario, in which Julie was torturing Terry for information on the human world so they could take over and transform their populace... for some reason, it struck a chord with Carla. If all humans were capable of transforming in this world, and anthros were getting off on this kind of porn, then— oh my, did anthros have fantasies of transforming every human into one of their own?

Carla's heart beat faster, imagining what would happen if guys like Jonathan were changed, given better forms that suited their awful inner selves. She imagined her friend Darren from Queer Studies, wondering what he would become here. Her mind wandered, envisioning him becoming an African painted dog like Jonah here. In fact, Jonah and Darren shared a lot in common the more she thought about it— both handsome, gay bachelors who were dependable and sweet. What if Jonah took Darren and... showed him the wild side?? What if they became mates and fucked in the grass and—

The human snapped out of her stupor as her attention shifted back to the screen. Hunter's changes had progressed significantly, making him a big, burly bear man. More than any other change she'd seen so far, this one managed to hit Carla in the gut. Terry was often so meek and sweet; if anything, his more feminine changes made a certain sense. Now, though, she saw him in a new light: muscular, masculine, driven to a feral lust as he was reduced to a huffing, puffing, horny monster. It was a side of Terry she had never seen, and, for some reason, it was getting Carla's motor running.

Her heart beat faster as Julie tied him on a leash, led him to a bed, and strapped him to the frame. Fuck, he was so huge, so imposing, yet so... submissive. Mmm, if only this version of Terry got to fuck her, all sweaty and musky and—

Wait, musky? Where'd that word come from? Carla's nostrils flared, sniffing the air around her. She realized that there actually was an earthy scent filling the room. Her eyes widened, looking to her side, at the canine she had been lying beside for an hour.

It was coming from Jonah.

She could see his chest rise up and down in a more allegro rhythm, sweat matting his pelt as he too enjoyed what was on screen. Carla was got so desensitized to watching horny animal people on the screen that she felt very self-conscious when one sat right next to her. His tail lightly thumped against the couch, the toes of his footpaws curled and his claws scraped against the floor. But most glaring of all, his pants packed a size able bulge, growing in length and girth as the film progressed.

Carla looked away, pretending she didn't see it, ashamed to admit that she too was as turned on by this film as Jonah was. Her own sweat began to bead on the top of her head, mingling with Jonah's to make an altogether new scent— human and canine notes melting together into one unified scent.

At this point, Hunter had broken out of his straps in the film, becoming the new dom while Julie was reduced to a mewling sub. Carla's eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets. Fuck, she had never seen Hunter so commanding. Why couldn't this Terry have been bedding her when they were together? Hell, why wouldn't he just stay that way all the time??

Carla's heart sank when she realized what kinds of thoughts were running through her head. It wasn't just that she was increasingly more attracted to Hunter's anthro forms, nor his more domineering behavior. This was a new feeling that began to sprout and spread across her soul like vines of ivy covering a dilapidated building. It dawned on her all at once.

Jealousy. Jealousy toward Terry that he got to change so much and explore the sandbox of his body and identity in such a fun and fulfilling way. That he got to partake in sides of himself that he oft kept locked away... He was living a life that she wanted.

All Carla's years of proving herself to her family, trying to be the perfect female capitalist, spotless and flawless in every way... it all ate away at her soul. Even when she finally snapped out of it and chose a different path in grad school, she had kept herself at a remove from her inner self, hoping against hope that she didn't have to do anything so drastic as go by different pronouns or rethink her place in the world.

Maybe that's what attracted her to Jonathan. That she got to pretend she still felt good as a Thornwood, as the perfect daughter her parents and uncle wanted her to be...

...when instead she could've been unapologetically herself, like Terry— no... like Hunter got to be.

Without even realizing it, Carla began to reach her hands down the waistband of her jeans, rubbing at her sex for the first time in what felt like months. Jonah noticed it right away, staring as she finally surrendered to the horny power of the film right in front of him. The canine almost wanted to stop her, knowing that humans were supposed to be more conservative toward pleasuring their bodies around strangers... but Carla didn't feel like a stranger. Weirdly enough, with all they had talked about, she already felt like someone he'd known for a while,

Still, after all the traumatic aspects of their history they shared, he'd feel bad about potentially overstepping boundaries, even accidentally. Placing a paw on her shoulder, he got her to turn and look him in the eyes.

“You alright there?" he asked, meeting her gaze intently. “If you want me to leave so you could do this privately, I could wait in my room or..." He trailed off awkwardly, unsure what the protocol was with human manners.

Carla merely smiled back at him. “Thank you for asking... But, I dunno. You seem like you're feeling the same way." And just like that, she did the unthinkable: she placed her hand over Jonah's bulge, feeling it pulse and grow within the fabric.

Jonah shuddered and blushed under his fur, feeling something he hadn't in a long time. “Okay. Y-You mind if I unzip, then?"

Carla blushed as well, hers more plainly visible on her pinkened face. “S-Sure. Nothing too crazy. We're just... enjoying the movie together."

“Yeah. Just two buds enjoying some, nngh, porn together."

With that, Carla lowered her pants at the same time Jonah unzipped his. Their sexes hung freely in the living room, their two distinct scents of arousal filling the air and becoming one. Still feeling awkward about sharing this moment together, the two kept their eyes glued to the screen instead of at each other, watching as Hunter turned Julie and Kiera into his personal playthings. The swing scene had just begun, and Kiera was now being spitroasted between the bear and cat.

As Kiera took a muzzleful of bear cock, Carla and Jonah rubbed one out independently. For a brief moment, Carla turned to catch a glimpse of Jonah, just to see how he was doing before turning back to the movie. Her eyes widened into full moons, however, when she saw her first look at a proper canine knot.

She didn't know what to think for a second. Her more human-socialized side wanted to think it was disgusting. This was a feral, animal cock, after all! It had a weird bulbous knot at the base and it was coming out of a— what were they called? Sheath! It was a big red meat stick coming out of a fuzzy sheath like some kind of turtleneck! She was into guys, not animals! It was gross to even consider! There should be nothing sexy about it...

...But of course, Jonah was not an animal. In fact, he was one of the nicest, most handsome guys she'd met in a while. And on him, well... the knot looked spectacular.

Carla began to wonder what it would be like to take it, if it would attach her to him like she was a breeding bitch on National Geographic. God dammit, am I getting off to thoughts of being a horny beast?? she began to realize. I mean, what would even be the appeal of being tied to your lover... like you're their property... like you're entwined spiritually and physically... Wait—

She snapped out of it, realizing that if she entertained these fantasies even a little bit, she could potentially be transformed as well. She didn't want that... right? She was just here to hide from an abusive ex and her family that backed him. She'd come back home when it was safe, when the coast was clear and she was forgotten. It's not like she wanted to stay in this world as a weird animal person, right? Sure, Terry/Hunter made it look fun and even sexy, and it seemed the changes didn't have to be permanent considering she saw Terry as a human whenever they met after his shoots.

In fact, the more she thought about it, the harder it was to think up downsides for, at the very least... trying it out. She hated to admit it, but ever since seeing Terry transform into Hunter like that, she wondered what she would become if she took that leap. What form would the fates of this world deign to bestow upon her? Would she be a lioness? A gazelle? A mouse? A rhino? Fuck, why did she want to know so bad??

...Maybe because she never quite knew who she was when she was a human either.

The pieces fell into place for her. She had complained for so long about not feeling ready to explore her gender identity, and here was the perfect place to do it. Why pass it up now when it was looking more and more like she'd have to hide out here for the rest of her life, or at least, as long as her family drew breath.

Maybe every terrible decision she made, all the shitty luck of being born into her family... maybe it was all to lead her to this moment. This world...

After a long beat of deliberation, Carla finally crawled toward Jonah's leaking cock, climbing over his furry waist and getting up close and personal with it. She brushed its pre-soaked flesh against her face, taking in the wild scent of musk that seeped out of it.

Jonah gasped as it happened, while Carla let out hoarse, needy breath. It felt so warm, so inviting. She leaned in to kiss it, to steal tastes of it. He had a surprisingly wonderful flavor, salty and earthy and subtle, like the savannah. Jonah couldn't help but let out a feral growl at the sensation. He nearly lost himself in her pleasure before snapping out of it, reminding himself that she was an innocent human who shouldn't be taken advantage of.

“Wait!" he exclaimed, gently pushing Carla off of his dick. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment. “Are you... Are you sure you want this? You know what'll happen."

Carla froze for a moment, realizing she was being given one last chance to back out, one she couldn't waste.

“Jonah," she started, “It's not just how unhappy I've been with myself or how lost I've felt my whole life. If this is going to happen... I feel better knowing that I'm doing it with you."

The two smiled at each other, in perfect sync. The painted dog chuckled in exasperation, “I'll admit, ever since Hunter came here, I've had fantasies of transforming a human myself..."

Carla chuckled back. “Yeah, Hunter makes it look very appealing. I'm just surprised you're attracted to me, considering I'm... y'know." She couldn't help but shrink a little, well aware she probably wasn't what he wanted out of an ideal partner considering his sexuality.

Thankfully, Jonah comforted her by resting a paw on her cheek, stroking her face with his thumb. “It's okay. I've been with every kind of guy under the sun. Big guys, twinks, intersex guys, trans guys... You're just part of a whole spectrum of guys."

“Heh, thanks but... I wonder. Was my discomfort with my gender just because of misogyny? Because sometimes it feels like I'm just falling for my own family's disdain for women by not wanting to be one, and I don't want to feel ashamed of myself because of their approval either, but when I really think about it I—"

“Shh shhhh." Jonah rested his padded index finger over her lips, saving her from her own rambling run-on sentence. “We'll cross that bridge when you get there. You'll never know until you try, right?"

Carla nodded, glad to be brought back down to earth by a sensible friend. “R-Right."

“Sooo," Jonah teased out, trying to reignite the flame of arousal they were riding before doubt seeped in. “Where would you like to start?"

Carla looked back down at the rock hard cock standing beside her, stiff as a pole. Her cheeks turned red again. “I don't know, uh... I've never seen one this big before."

“Heh, is that so?" Jonah licked his lips, realizing he was given free reign to fuck and change this willing human like he had envisioned ever since Hunter first arrived. It was a startling responsibility, being a human's first sexual anthro encounter. It only made sense, then, to give her the old-fashioned rutting experience that you can only get with a canine of his, well, girth. “Take your pants off," he commanded, sending a surge of electricity across Carla's skin.

Goosebumps spreading across her arms and neck, Carla nodded eagerly, leaning down to pull her jeans off leg by leg. Her bare pussy with its robust bush was now fully exposed, already moistened by her own arousal.

Jonah smiled, “You're not used to it, so it might hurt at first. You ready?"

Carla nodded back. “I-I'm ready..." A breathy moan escaped her lips.

Without warning, Jonah grabbed her armpits and lifted her up in the air. Fffuck, he was so strong. It was almost enough to—

“AAAAAAAaaaaaahhhh...!"

As suddenly as he picked her up, he set her down on his cock, the knot firmly pushing into her lips like a stopgap. He didn't lie when he said it would hurt at first, but compared to the way Jonathan treated her? It was heavenly. She had never felt so utterly filled like she had with that knot. Her knees buckled and pressed against Jonah's legs as she rode cowgirl on his thick member. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she felt the knot pulsate against her labia.

With all the force he could muster, Jonah thrust up at her, lifting her up and down with his rocket and prompting her to bounce on it like a pogo stick.

Carla's breasts bounced with each rhythmic hop against his rigid cock, letting out punctuated, staccato breaths with each bounce. Fffuck, he's huge, her mind rang. Nnaahh, are all canines like this?? O-Oh, god!

“Oh god!" she accidentally yelled out loud, letting her pleasure be known to all who could hear. Jonah snarled happily, wrapping his arms around her armpits so he could press his claws into her shoulders. Carla squealed with delight at the sensation. It felt like he was tweaking her entire body, drowning her in sensation.

She lost herself in the pleasure, pleasure that couldn't compare to any of the human lovers she had taken in her life. Fuck, it was insane to even think about. She started this morning hoping Terry would help hide her. Now she was being impaled by a sexy dog man in an alternate reality. And it was incredible.

As the pleasure grew into a pillar within her mind and her heart raced with each grind against his fleshy pole, Carla felt new sensations creep in. Her body tingled, but not like her usual goosebumps. It was like something tickling all over her groin, little pinpricks that dotted her skin like sensual claws tapping away at her supple flesh. Too lost was she in sensation to notice herself, but Jonah caught it right away, his canine eyes widening at the incredible sight.

Ashen hairs were spreading out from her groin and around her waist, creating a blanket of fur that cradled and swaddled her hips. Jonah's cock grew harder at the sight, his tail bapping against the couch like an aggressive feather duster. He growled sensually, mind abuzz with possibility over what form this human lover would take.

To his surprise, the most optimal answer escaped Carla's lips.

“Grrrrr!" she snarled, as if in response to Jonah's own growl.

His tail wagged faster. There was no way. Out of all the species she could be, there was no way she could become—

“Grrrruff! Ruff!" Carla pressed her hands against Jonah's furry chest, digging her lengthening nails into his pelt just as he had done to her shoulders. Jonah barked with delight, instincts on fire as they sensed the presence of a fellow canine. The painted dog's heart raced like a galloping stallion, pounding with the reality of what he had just accomplished. This human was in for the ride of her life.

Carla hardly even noticed her lips snarling as they thickened and discolored into a black, leathery texture. Her entire body felt like it was being pulled in every direction, bones and muscles being stretched and molded like putty. Her arms felt thicker, ashen fur sprouted across her skin, and even her tailbone had begun to push out.

Her heart beat just as fast as Jonah's, the two in an almost instinctual synchronicity. The gravity of her change had finally begun to sink in, feeling things she had never felt before. She grew acutely aware of every part of her body, even finding herself able to control the wiggle of her extended tailbone. Her feet pushed and flattened and bulged, ripping out of her socks as they changed shape. Each nail darkened as they sharpened, just as the tips of her ears sharpened into points and her teeth became fangs.

“Rrrrff! Grrrrrrrrfffffuuuuuucckkkkk!" She heard it for the first time. Her voice, octaves deeper than it had been before, trilling into a distinctive, feral growl. Her entire body felt like fire, and on top of all that, she was still bouncing on Jonah's luscious red rocket.

She could feel her tongue smoosh, compress, and lengthen, lulling out of her mouth as her skull pushed out and stretched the fur growing around her face further.

Carla panted and moaned and growled. It was the most she felt in years, maybe ever. Pointed ears moved by themselves to the top of her head, now able to swivel and twitch and flick both instinctually and of her own accord. She had never felt more control and awareness over her body in all her life. It was like it had been on neutral all her life and she had just discovered the gas pedal. Fur grew around her tailbone as it thrashed like a fish out of water, denoting one happy puppy. Every sensation was multiplied by a thousand...

Then she felt it. Her own mind pulsating, whispering new thoughts into her consciousness. Fuck yes, this new voice said. Welcome to the rest of your life, man. Thanks for awakening me.

Somehow, Carla knew deep down what it was. Instinct. Guttural, canine instinct. You're making great progress, it told her. And you found yourself a helluva mate. Nice job, dude.

“Fffuuuck! Fuck yes!" she responded out loud, her voice now unmistakably male. Or rather, his voice.

I've been waiting all your life to be unleashed, Car, his instinct said with a smooth, masculine tenor. I've been inside you all along. You've always been a ferocious canine deep down.

Carla growled harder as Jonah pushed his entire knot into his cunt, so lost in an instinctual high he didn't notice as his breasts deflated and flattened, becoming properly defined pectorals.

You're making incredible progress, man. Already a handsome specimen. Just imagine all the gals and dudes who will see you, see us_, for the first time. They won't be able to help themselves from worshiping your body._

“Nnnghh! That's right! Ruff! Ffffrrruck yeah!" Carla barked to the ceiling, feeling his muzzle lengthen out further away from his face. He began to see his darkening nose in the edges of his vision, never leaving his sight like a dependable friend.

Nose is comin' along great, Car. We canines are the best in this world at scent. You're about to open up to a whole new world, man. Take a whiff. Smell that?

Carla's new nose twitched as he took in scents for what felt like the first time. He could detect so much more now with it. Every subtle note and fragrance, from the cleaning agent Jonah used on his floors and windows, to the scent of pre leaking out of his plugged up cunt. And then, a scent that overpowered all the others, that dominated his senses like a roller coaster.

“Mmmrrrggh... Mmmmuuusskkk..." he moaned absentmindedly, bringing Jonah to moan with him.

That's right, his instincts said. Not just his. Your own. Everyone here has one, and yours is incredible.

“Rrff, fuck yes!"

Everyone's gonna want a piece of you after one whiff. And you, well, you'll need to get used to smelling everyone's musks at once each time you go out.

“Grrr... Arrooo..."

You're a natural-born hunter, after all. And you're stronger than your dad or brothers ever could have imagined. Wanna see? Claim your mate with those new fangs of yours. Mark him with your bite. You know you want to. Be a good boy.

The words sang in his subconscious like cherubs opening up the heavens. He felt purpose, belonging, power. He... he was more than just a man now. He was a good boy.

With one final crack, his skull pushed all the way out into a proper muzzle, one begging to mark his mate. Immediately, he lunged forward, digging his fangs into the scruff of Jonah's neck. The painted dog barked and whimpered submissively, digging his claws deeper into the ex-human's new pelt. Their tails wagged in unison, both awash in powerful sensation.

Serotonin danced in Carla's brain matter, sending pleasurable signals as he pressed his fangs against Jonah's neck. It felt good. Right. Like what he was supposed to do. Using his teeth to keep hold, Carla ground harder against Jonah's knot, riding it to Orgasm County.

Fuck yeah! his instincts sang. _That's your mate now. Knew you could do it, bro. Good boy. _

“Grrr, arf! Arf! Bark! BARK!"

Yeah, yeah, that's a good boy. Heh, if you think that's good, imagine hearing it out loud.

Carla growled and opened his mouth, releasing Jonah from his fangs' grip. “Rrrff, call..." He stopped himself, lost in the pleasure of that knot filling his boycunt. “Call me... a good boy!"

Jonah snarled back, happy to grant the new canine his wish. “Grrr, good... good boy!"

“YIP! YIP!" Carla couldn't hold it in any longer. He wanted everyone to know he was a good boy, barking as loud as possible for all to hear.

Jonah smiled as he heard Carla's yipping, able to distinguish its signature sound. Carla was more than just another canine. He was a coyote. A handsome, powerful, _ good _ coyote.

“Y... Y'know what you are?" Jonah asked with an aggressive growl. Carla whimpered, hoping to be called a _ good boy _ again. “You're... you're a mutt!"

“ARROOOOOOO!" Carla howled. Fuck, it was just as good as being called a _ good boy _! The word fit him like a glove. No more was he a corporate heir, some dynastic jerkoff groomed for power and profit. No. In this world, he was just a filthy, mangy _ mutt _!

“Cum for me, _ mutt _! Be a _ good boy _ and cum!" Jonah humped him harder, pushing his knot deeper so the tip of his cock could slam against Carla's boyclit!

Carla yipped approvingly, pressing his cunt into Jonah's rocket to squeeze every last drop out of him. You're almost done, Car, his instincts taunted. Feet and hands still need their pads, legs still ain't digitigrade yet. But you can fix that. Take his seed like a _ good little mutt _ and you'll be complete. Feel me?

“I... I feel you!" Carla barked. Jonah barked back, thinking it was directed at him. In a sense, it actually was, feeling a surge of white hot lightening shoot through his cock, priming him for release.

“Grrrrrrrrrr," Jonah growled, wanting to cum so bad.

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," Carla growled back, needing to be completed.

Then, with a loud CRACK, he felt it. His legs snapping into proper position, feet properly smooshed into large, powerful paws, leathery pads and dull claws brushing against the couch. With all the strength afforded his new limbs, Carla pressed his pads against the couch cushion and pushed himself up, higher and higher until the tug of Jonah's knot pulled him down. With an earth-shattering pound, Carla slammed himself into Jonah's cock with the full force of a battering ram.

“ AAAARRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

The two howled together as they came, thick globules shooting into Carla's cunt, the last vestige of his former femininity left to squeeze tightly at Jonah's cum-soaked knot.

Their bodies ringing with completion, they both lied on the couch together, still attached at the hilt by the still inflated knot. Carla wrapped his arms around Jonah, feeling his new fur brush against his. Canine instincts running wild, he leaned in to nuzzle Jonah, somehow knowing it would feel right. They melted in each other's embrace, licking each other and partaking in their remaining sweat and musk.

“Ffhhhuckkkk," Jonah gasped. “You came out... incredible."

Carla shivered, looking down and processing his new body for the first time. His fur was a dirty ash blonde, with notes of silver and brown and cream mingled into an earthy pelt. His fingers were thicker, tips and palm dotted with leathery pads. And his claws, while dull, still looked powerful enough to tear through raw meat.

The new coyote held his new paws up in front of his face, opening and closing them, feeling the leathery pads that dotted his palm and fingertips. Fuck, they were somehow both sensitive and tough at the same time. With these pads and the claws on top, he rubbed a paw over his new fur, feeling it for the first time. It was soft, like a newborn pup. In a way, he was a newborn, or rather, born again. He raised his paws to his skull, feeling his ears, instinctually able to move and twitch them at will. The level of control was so strangely seamless for something she had never had control of before. The same went for his tail. He curled it up to the front of his waist, feeling and petting the fluffy thing, letting it sway on its own.

Everything felt so strange, and yet... perfect. He let out an exasperated smile, unable to believe what he had become.

“I... feel incredible," he finally responded, hearing his new voice. “Whoa. I really do sound like—"

“Like a handsome guy," Jonah smiled, nuzzling him back.

“Goddamn..." Carla felt down at his chest. “And my boobs are gone too."

“How's that feel?"

“Freeing... like a weight off my chest."

“Nice one."

“Heh, thanks."

The two laughed together. Then looked deep into each other's eyes. Then, finally, they pressed their muzzles together, kissing passionately, savoring each other's flavor.

“Mmmfff, I..." Carla tried to speak between breaths during their kiss. “I love... kissing you... with this muzzle..." They lost themselves in each other's lips for what felt like hours before finally letting go. “Heh, imagine the look on Hunter's face when he sees me."

“Hahahah! That'd be something. Turning the tables on him. Or her. They're coming back from a shoot after all."

“Damn, that'll be trippy. Us reuniting and neither of us looking the same as we did this morning."

They laughed again, building a close camaraderie. Then they stared into each other's eyes, admiring how handsome their mate was. “Can you..." Carla hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Can you pet my head? I mean, if I'm a canine now, I feel like I should try it at least once—"

Without pause, Jonah laid his right paw atop Carla's head and lovingly pet it, rubbing and scratching his headfur with his pads and claws. Carla went slack. It felt so... peaceful... better than any massage he ever had as a human. Eyes closed, tail wagging, tongue lolling... the coyote lost himself to the gentle rhythm of the wild dog's paw.

“Can you scritch the back of my ear?" he asked underneath a husky breath.

Jonah smirked, “You got it, champ." With the tips of his claws, the painted dog scritched Carla's ears like he was an obedient feral. The coyote moaned, albeit not out of arousal. This one sounded like... completion. “That's a good boy."

“Yeah... good boy..." Carla paused. “Say, Jonah. What kind of dog do you think I am?"

Jonah finally stopped petting Carla to lean back and give the new canine's body a good once-over. “Hmm... Fur's too short to be an akita, too tan for a wolf, too ashy for any kind of shepherd or retriever... Yet I can tell you ain't a dingo either... Well. Looks like you're a coyote, man."

Carla absorbed the word, repeating it like a mantra in his head. “Coyote... Huh... It's perfect. Just the right amount of wild."

“Heh, just like me." The two smiled together again. “So... Do you feel... better? Like, more yourself? I mean, perhaps the cuntboy aspect is not ideal but—"

“Actually," Carla interrupted. “It feels... right. I dunno why. It's like... I'm honoring both sides of myself."

“Whoa, that's... That's great! I'm really happy for you."

“Yeah, well, I'm sure I'll get a better feel for it once we detach."

Jonah chuckled, “Awesome... Soooo, new pronouns? Wanna go he or they?"

“Huh, well... 'He' sounds pretty good now. I kinda felt it within me. This voice like my conscience telling me it was right."

“Oooohh, looks like someone was going on an instinct high."

“Whoa. That's what that was? I have instincts now?"

“Yeah. That's prolly how you could tell this new form felt good right away. Your instincts never steer you wrong, Carla. You're now connected with your ancestral, feral roots."

“Damn... Well, now my instincts are telling me Carla doesn't feel so right."

“Heh, yeah. Want me to call you Carl?"

“Eugh, Carl? Terrible name! I don't wanna be Carl!"

“Hahaha, well alright. World's your oyster, man. If you could have any name in the whole damn catalog, what do you pick?"

Carla's mind blanked. This was a tough one. For once in his life, he felt like he was at home with his body. He would need to find a name that felt as good as his transformation felt, one that spoke to him in that instinctual way. In fact, if Jonah's word was anything to go by, maybe his new instincts would help.

The coyote closed his eyes and pictured himself, walking among the city of anthros, seeing all the many species that made this world unique. What would they call him? What felt right?

Suddenly, a new image blossomed over that one. This time, he was running on all fours in a desert, naked and feral, hunting for game. Or even just scraps. He could hear other coyotes howling at him, telling him the sun was about to set. What did they call him? Carla Thornwood was the name of an unhappy human born into an unhappy family. This coyote, this beautiful beast of nature, was something else. The pack called to him...

“Cade... Like Caden but shorter."

“Oooohh, I felt it. It's very... you."

“Heh, thanks. Even though Cade is one of the most common names for trans guys in our world."

“Yo, for real? Us too!"

“Ahahahah! What is with trans men and names like Caden and Aiden?"

“Ask yourself, man."

The two canines cackled together, not even noticing as Cade finally slipped out of Jonah's knot and rolled away, leaving them howling with laughter on opposite ends of the couch. After some breaths of recovery, Cade felt his stomach growl.

“Whoa... I know I just had that egg sandwich but I am starving."

“Oh yeah, craving a carnivore diet?"

“Yeah! How'd you know?"

“Heh, Hunter gets a lot of species-specific cravings after changing. Saw it firsthand during mating season... Say, wanna go out for a bite? You'll be able to walk around town now that you're one of us."

Cade's heart skipped a beat. “Yeah! Sounds like a date!"

Jonah chuckled before leaning in to kiss Cade again, tongues dancing in each other's muzzles. Of all the directions Cade thought today would take, this may have been the most unexpected, but it was also the happiest.

---

Cade marveled at the sights of Groveside, a bustling metropolis that felt like an amalgam of Los Angeles-style showbiz glitz and Chicago-style density and walkability. The coyote wore his human-world jeans, but with a more gender-affirming T-shirt on top that belonged to Jonah. Hell, he didn't even need to wear shoes, comfortable walking along his padded paws. He was worried using his newly shaped legs would take getting used to, but thanks to his trusty tail keeping balance, he walked like he always had them!

Just as his instincts promised, Cade's new canine nose took in all sorts of scents, from foods and perfumes to wafting musks. He could tell when someone had just been mated and when they were thirsty for an encounter. Some rather attractive anthros even gave him fuckeyes while passing by, able to take in some of his fresh-off-the-knot scent as well.

Now that he had been able to spend more time in this world, he could see what made each species attractive. For the first time, he understood what the furries in his world saw in these anthro forms. A voluptuous vixen teasingly brushed her tail against his leg while walking past, leading him to turn around and keep his gaze trained at her as she blew a kiss back at him. Meanwhile, waiting by the stoplight, an enormous horse man in a tank-top stood next to him. Fuck, his scent was incredible, like he had just gotten out of the gym, muscles rippling in the breeze. Even a cutely dressed salamander girl managed to leave his heart aflutter, her dexterous tail lifting her skirt up a bit to give him a tease of her panties.

Cade, now filled with as much horny instincts as the rest of this world, managed to fit right in with everyone's flirty energy, flashing winning smiles lined with sharp fangs and perking his ears at each wolf whistle. Jonah smiled as he watched Cade and how much he enjoyed being out and about as his more authentic self. A sense of pride welled up within him, like he was proud to have transformed him. Heh, not many folks here who could brag about being able to do that, he thought to himself.

“How's the city, Cade?" the wild dog asked.

Cade replied, “It's so weird. It looks and feels like my world, but... everyone's nicer? And flirty?" He took another sniff with his new nose. “Why does everything smell like sex?"

“Well, you felt those instincts, didntcha? We have needs. All of us. And if you wanna sate those needs, you find a partner and get a rut going. Then that musk attracts more friends, makes it easier to pick up a partner next time you need a release. And so on and so forth."

“Fuckkk," the coyote moaned, biting a lip as he tried not to get hard again. “How's your society supposed to function when everyone's having quickies in every public restroom."

“Hah! Who said anything about using a restroom." The painted dog's ears flicked, hearing the telltale grunts and feral chirrs of a passionate mating session. “Look right, man."

Cade turned the stated direction and froze up at the sight. Right in the middle of the street, a male doberman was giving it to a red panda woman. The red-furred beauty was bent over a newspaper dispenser, getting railed from behind and moaning out loud, all as pedestrians passed by barely paying any mind. It was just another day in Groveside, and people had to mate, after all.

The coyote didn't know how to react. The human side of him screamed that this was deeply wrong, an act of public indecency. His canine side, however, wanted to get in on it, tail lifting like a submissive mate without even realizing it. Jonah didn't miss it for a second.

“Wanna do it in the park next time?" he asked the coyote. “Rutting in the grass feels incredible, and we could meet some other happy campers and start an orgy."

Cade gulped, unsure what to say. “Your world is... so fucked up... and so cool." He turned to Jonah and smiled. Jonah smiled back just before the coyote lunged in for another surprise kiss. Jonah kissed back, then pushed away.

“Alright, let's not get ahead of ourselves. We're almost there, and I don't wanna get nasty while you're on an empty stomach." Jonah grasped Cade's paw tighter, pulling him faster down the sidewalk. Cade's heart raced from the feeling of wind on his fur. His tongue lolled, ready to follow Jonah wherever he wanted.

The two stopped by a cafe with outdoor seating right by a glistening water fountain. Cade's tail wagged, feeling an instinctual urge to play and splash in the water. It took a good deal of restraint to stop himself from doing that while Jonah got them sandwiches and coffee. Eventually, the two shared a table together right by the fountain, food and drinks ready for imbibing.

Cade held the meat-ridden sandwich by his muzzle, still not used to having it stretched so far away from his face. He brought the sandie up very slowly, afraid he would hit his new snout and hurt himself. Jonah couldn't help but cackle at the sight.

“You look so weird trying to eat this thing, hahah!"

“Hey, fuck you, I'm new to this!" After a great deal of deliberation, Cade simply closed his eyes and trusted his canine intuition to guide the sandwich to his maw safely. Opening his sharp, pointed jaw and biting into the sandwich, his eyes shot open from the explosion of flavor. Holy. Fuck. Meat had never tasted this good in his life! His tongue lolled after the bite, panting for more. He greedily devoured the rest, unaware he was growling ferally as he did so.

Jonah watched with wonder. Everything was so new to Cade's newly transformed eyes. It put things in perspective for the African wild dog, how grateful he felt to still be living after such a rough patch with his tiger ex-boyfriend. He had a good job, a nice apartment, and now, a very special mate staying with him. He felt... lucky.

Swallowing the last of the sandwich, Cade wagged his tail and panted happily. “Ahhh, that was incredible. Can we... get more?"

Jonah smirked, “Still hungry?"

“I mean, it's a new stomach, I'm assuming."

“Fair enough. How about this: instead of ordering something else here, I'll take you to some food trucks. Sound fun?"

Cade blushed beneath his fur, ears drooping shyly. This was feeling more and more like a date as it went on. “S-Sure! What're we waiting for?"

Hours passed as the two canines walked all over town to try from every food truck in the vicinity. Laughs were had, tails brushed against each other, and everything just tasted better than it ever had before, for both of them. They hadn't even noticed the sun was already beginning its descent, casting a hazy orange glow against the city.

Eventually, the two walked side by side back to Jonah's apartment, holding each other's paws as Cade leaned his head against Jonah's shoulder. Cade closed his eyes, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Jonah's chest as he breathed. The coyote sighed, still in near disbelief that he could feel this way after everything Jonathan put him through.

Looking up, Cade saw another ad for Hunter's upcoming film standing proudly atop a skyscraper, both their human and hyenine visages staring back at him. Cade smiled at the ad, thankful for everything Hunter gave him this day.

---

Jonah and Cade returned to the apartment, stretching and yawning after a long day of good food and even better vibes.

“Phew, that was fun," Jonah smiled, tail swaying happily. “Ugh, worked up quite a sweat though. Sit tight, I'm gonna shower for a bit."

Cade's ears lifted. “Wait!" he exclaimed, stopping the painted dog in his tracks. “Can I... shower with you?"

Jonah smiled back, already knowing where this would head. “Hop in."

---

The two stood in the shower, clothed only in their sweat-ridden pelts. “Hey, let's play a game," Jonah suggested. “I wanna see if you can turn that shower knob with those new paws of yours. If you can..." The wild dog leaned in to whisper into the coyote's pointed ear. “I'll throw in something nice your way~" Jonah playfully nibbled Cade's ear, bringing the coyote to giggle.

“Alright, you're on," Cade replied, grasping the cylindrical shower knob with his padded hands. He turned the metal knob, only for it to slip in his fingers. The coyote tilted his head in confusion. He wasn't expecting having thicker fingers to take some getting used to, but they totally messed with his usual grip. Cade tried again, this time with both paws grasping knob, his fur slipping against the smooth metal. Hmm, he had to lean his new pads into it for a proper grip. Claws clacking against the knob, Cade gripped the it with the tips of his fingers and finally managed to turn it.

“Hah, I wi— OW! HOT!" Cade held his tail back after it singed against the heated water. Jonah chortled as he turned the other knob to bring the temperature back down.

“Looks like you win, hot stuff."

“Nice, uh... what do I win?"

“Hmmm, why don't you lift your tail and I'll see what I can do."

Cade trembled, blushing madly beneath his pelt as his tail wagged of its own accord. He'd never done anal before, but it felt appropriate now that he was a guy, even one with a pussy like he had.

Firmly pressing his paws against the tile wall, Cade spread his legs and lifted his tail like he was about to have a cavity search. Cade breathed deeply, feeling the water drench his ashy fur, making it heavy and sagging. The added weight felt like a thick blanket, draping his pelt like a liquid cloak. The coyote's virgin asshole puckered, desperately waiting to be penetrated. His ears flicked, able to hear Jonah rub his cock to make it hard again. The anticipation was killing Cade! He wanted Jonah to claim him now, make him his bottom bitch like—

“ARRFF!" A high pitched whimper escaped Cade's muzzle, every nerve in his body exploding as the wild dog's thick cock spread his sphincter open.

Jonah groaned as he wrapped his arms around Cade's wet torso, gripping him tightly with his claws as he pushed deeper and gradually loosened his tailhole. Cade moaned with pleasure, even amidst the sharp pangs of pain that came with getting buttfucked for the first time. The coyote's wet tail splashed in the shower water, elatedly swiveling as Jonah pushed in harder and faster.

Finally, Jonah was able to press his knot against Cade's rim. The large bulb of flesh seeped in, spreading Cade open as wide as possible until his tailhole was completely plugged.

“ARRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" A majestic howl rang from Cade and bounced against the walls of the bathroom. A surge of cum splashed from Cade's cunt, indistinguishable from the stream of water flowing from the shower nozzle. He felt spiritually bound to Jonah, like he was... he was...

His mate.

“Fffuuuck, keep going!" Cade begged as new words were introduced by his deepening instincts. “Mate me! Rut me rotten! Breed meeee!!"

“Grrrrruff!! Ruff!" Jonah barked aggressively before reaching forward to grab Cade's tail and pull it!

“YIP! YIP!" Cade's eyes nearly rolled up the back of his head, drooling and panting happily as he was claimed and used like a fuckdoll. He didn't want this to end any time soon. “Yess! Harder! Fucking claim me!!"

Jonah leaned in and dug his fangs into Cade's shoulder, giving the coyote a taste of his own medicine. Cade yipped louder than ever, tongue lolling at the sensory overload he endured.

How could anyone want to be human after experiencing this? his lust-addled mind thought to itself, instinct and rationale blurred and made one.

Growling sensually, Jonah finally released his fangs from Cade, leaving behind a bite mark that marked the coyote as his property. The wild dog then licked the wound with his long tongue, timing each lap with another thrust of his cock.

Cade whimpered softly, lost in all the pleasure and care his mate was drowning him in. After many minutes, Jonah ceased his licks as an idea struck him. “Wanna feel something really good?" he asked the other canine. Cade's ears perked up, nodding eagerly.

Turning the shower off, Cade and Jonah walked out of the glass box together, still tied by the knot, and stood on a slitted vent on the floor. Jonah turned another knob on the wall, blasting warm air from the vent... warm air that shot up Cade's boyclit, bringing him to moan deeply.

“Whaaaaat iiiiiis thiiiiiiis?" the coyote asked while melting in comfort.

“State-of-the-art fur drying tech," Jonah replied. “Just got this baby installed last week after all the profits Hunter's movies have generated."

“Oooohhh fuuuuuck yeeeaaahhh..."

Jonah resumed pumping his mate full of knot as the vent dried off their wet fur, leaving them clean, soft, and warm to the touch. After turning it off, Jonah continued thrusting while they walked together back to the living room, letting themselves collapse on the same couch they first fucked on.

Cade bent over on all-fours, giving Jonah a proper doggystyle rut. The two felt deeply attuned to their instincts in this position, grunting and growling and whimpering like ferals in the forest.

Jonah's cock swelled further, bringing him into another husky moan. “Fffuuuck, Cade... I'm almost there..."

“Yes, Jonah! Fill me! Fill me with p-pups!"

Both their fur bristled at what Cade just said, the thought of breeding awakening their deepest instincts even further. “Grrrrr, take them. Take my pups!"

“Y-Yeah! Gimme a whole litter! Arrrrrrrroooooo..."

“GrrrrrrrrAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGHHHH!!"

With a room-shaking roar, Jonah let out a copious stream of cum into the coyote's tailhole, filling him deeply with all the sperm and puppies he could give. Cade whimpered with joy, feeling properly taken and used... but it still wasn't enough.

“Fffuck yess! Don't stop! I need, grrr, mooooooore!"

“Ruff, you got it!"

Jonah continued thrusting, still rock hard even as his knot began to deflate. Their tails thrashed and wagged, their muzzles panted, and the two got lost in their instincts as they howled and barked together.

Of course, all their copious grunting and arfing made it hard to hear the front door unlock itself, or the clop of hooves entering the apartment. After a feminine gasp, the loud STOMP of the intruder's hoof shook them out of their rut.

“Fuck's sake, Jonah! I asked you to do one thing and you go off for a one-night stand instead?!"

The canine duo jolted at the sudden intrusion. Jonah's eyes began to widen, already able to tell who just came in, even with their more feminine voice. Jonah scrambled, pulling out of the coyote to properly talk to the cow. “Shit! Hunter, it's not what it looks like—"

“Never mind what it looks like, where's Carla?"

From the couch, Cade's eyes widened at the voluptuous cow woman and what Jonah just called her. Hunter???

The coyote thought he was ready to face a post-transformation Hunter in person, yet it was still a shock to hear her dainty voice, see her stand on those hooves, and push her chest out to instinctually accentuate her large, bovine breasts. It took Cade a moment to recover from the sight as Jonah continued explaining himself to Hunter...

“Uhhh... Well, you see—"

“I swear to the Gods, if you lost her, I will fucking end you!" She stomped forward fully ready to charge at the canine.

The sight snapped Cade out of his stupor, seeing his mate nearly getting trampled by his ex-boyfriend turned girlfriend. Protective instincts kicked into high gear, lifting his paws off the couch without any thought as he sprang into action. Skidding between the two mammals, Cade held the cow woman back from further accosting his mate.

“No! Terry, stop!"

Hunter froze in her tracks. Wh... Why did that coyote call her Terry? Unless...

Her eyes widened as she stared down the coyote male. Cade blushed and lowered his ears, tucking his tail between his legs. Hunter realized then that she had been so consumed with rage that she hadn't stopped to take in the coyote's scent. Just one whiff told her all she needed to know.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit."

Cade nervously smiled and scratched the back of his head. “Heh, uh... You sure look different too, Ter."

Hunter clopped forward, looking deep into the coyote's eyes, finding familiarity in his canine gaze. A confused, exasperated laugh came out of her muzzle. “Carla! You look... you're..."

“Yeeaaahh, I'm uh... going by a different name now."

“Fuck, already?? I've been gone for how long and you've already got fur and picked out a new name and—" Hunter took another sniff with her large snout. “—been mated twice already???"

Cade smiled at Hunter's expert scent reading, further proof that she had been doing this for a long time now. He turned to Jonah, sneaking a knowing smirk to the fellow canine. Jonah smiled back and felt safe enough to stand beside Cade, clasping their paws together.

The sight of the two together lit Hunter's brain like a Christmas tree. She had seen that look before— hell, she'd made that look before. The two canines had fallen for each other.

“Wow, you work fast, Jonah," Hunter said, punctuating what felt like years of silence. She turned back to the coyote. “Well, shit, what do I call you now?"

“Cade. Just... Cade."

“Whoa... And with the textbook trans guy name, too." The cow then gasped. “Wait... is this why you've been taking Queer Studies back home??"

“I meeeaaan—"

“Jesus fuck, even while we were together??"

“I was figuring things out! It's not like I knew one hundred percent."

“Oh gods, Car— uh, Cade! You could've told me something was up, at least. I mean, I could've talked with you or helped you or something, like—"

“Okay, calm down, Ter— ah, Hunter. Look, there's already way too much shit I wish I had done differently. Can't we just accept that we can't change that stuff and focus on the fact that I feel... good in this body?"

Hunter blinked. If there was one thing she was able to process amidst this insanity, it was that Cade was happy, and that's all that mattered. “Y-Yeah, sure... I was gonna say, you look pretty fetching as a canine."

“Fetching? Really?"

“Oh gods, I didn't even mean—"

“Ahhhh, I'm just fucking with you!" Cade lightly punched the cow woman's shoulder, bringing the two to laugh in unison. Jonah didn't quite get the pun, but he was happy to see the two being friendly again.

“Sooo, I take it you just finished shooting your movie?"

“Yeah. Heh, I was worried I'd have to go through a whole spiel explaining my deal, but it seems Jonah did it for me... Do you need me to take you back to Kiera and Julie's or are you...?"

“No, it's fine, I'm... I think I'm gonna stay with Jonah. We really hit it off."

Jonah stepped in, “I can see how you two dated. Cade's a helluva guy. We, uh, have more in common than we thought."

Hunter's feminine side wanted to give loud, sappy Awwwwwww to the couple, but she resisted. However, she couldn't stop a tear from streaming down her bovine face. “That's beautiful, you guys. I-I'm really happy for you." Then, out of nowhere, her ears perked. “Hang on! I was gonna head to a wrap party after checking in on you. Do you guys wanna come? Oh gods, I can introduce you to this world and all the friends I've made and my new life and—"

“Hey, slow down, Hunter," Cade chuckled before turning to Jonah for approval. The African wild dog nodded in response. Turning back to Hunter, Cade replied, “We'd love to come. I'd love to come."

Hunter mooed happily. “Awesome! Let's take Jonah's car. Oh, and we can catch up on everything, you and me. I'll tell you all about my life here and you can tell me how..." She gestured at Cade's whole body, “This happened!"

Cade smiled, grasping Jonah's paw tightly as Hunter led them out of the apartment. It seemed this crazy day still had some juice left in it. And Cade couldn't wait to share it with two of his best mates.