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"...and you'll never guess who asked me for a date!" Molly said, twirling her fingers through her long, brown hair.

"Who?"

Tasha responded with genuine interest as she sat forward in her chair.

"Daniel Pointer!!"

Molly, Tasha and Susan all sat in the common room of St Margaret's school. It was the end of the day and class had ended, however the sixteen year old girls were planning and preparing for the school's formal, and, as such, were allowed to use the grounds after hours. Molly began rolling herself a cigarette as her two friends looked on in disapproval, Molly glancing at the two of them, expecting a different reaction to her story.

"What? You don't think that's gross?"

"Well," Tasha began, "not really. He's a pretty nice guy. A bit odd, yeah, but nice. And he doesn't look all that bad."

"He looks like a dog, Tasha," Molly said, irritated. "And he's a nerd!"

"Is that such a bad thing?" Tasha responded, cocking her head. "His dad's pretty rich off stuff like that. Doesn't he make, like, vaccines and medicines or something?"

Molly huffed condescending.

"Of course _it's a bad thing, Tash! And who _cares if he makes money out of it, he's a God-damned nerd!"

"Well I suppose so..." Tasha answered timidly, though the look on her face gave the opposite answer. Molly glanced at Susan, vying for backup.

"Hey, don't pull me into this!!" Susan said, scribbling on butcher's paper, the only one of the three actually working on the banners for the formal.

"How did it happen?" Tasha asked.

Molly happily obliged:

"You know how he lives just round the corner from me? Well, I ran into him the other night as I was catching Mimi, my cat. He started asking me how I went in that take home exam for chemistry, the one he gave me the answers to. I got straight A's of course, but somehow he seemed to think I owed him for the marks. The perv had the nerve to ask me out for a date!"

Tasha sighed.

"I just...don't you think that's a bit mean? Wasn't it a bit blunt to just say no like that?"

Molly laughed as she placed her competed cigarette into a small metal tin, the white cylinder completing half of a row.

"I didn't just say no, Tash; I laughed in his fuckin' face!"

This cut Tasha more than Molly realised, the self-obsessed teen caught up in her aggressive rant.

"Whoa, calm down there."

Susan finally stepped in as she saw the pain clear on Tasha's face.

Susan was about to say something to comfort her friend, but Tash held up a hand to silence her, instead moving to help with the banner preparations.

"How about we just do what we're here to do?" She said bluntly.

Molly stood up.

"Whatever," she replied as she opened her metal tin, removing the cigarette she had just rolled and placing it in her mouth.

"You guys got plans for after this tonight?"

Tasha answered, still trying to remain civil.

"Yeah, I was going to take my dog Max for a walk later on tonight."

"Cool," Molly said without the least bit of enthusiasm. "Anyway, I'm heading home. Later."

And with that she left, lighting the cigarette as she exited the school.

"What a bitch," Tash said bitterly. Susan nodding, agreeing as they each diligently worked on the decorations.

-~-~

It was still early afternoon when Molly reached her street. The walk was short and pleasant, a mild autumn breeze scattering the many leaves littering the pavement. She felt the breeze catch in the green dress of her uniform, quickly pushing it down with her hands to avoid flashing her neighbours. A laugh came from her left, a nerdy one as she passed a 17th century, double-storey house. The laugh, and the house, belonged to Daniel Pointer.

"What the hell do you want, freak?" Molly's words spat with the aggression of acid, her eyes venomous. "Is something funny?"

Pointer went to the same school and was in the same year as Tasha, Susan and herself. He laughed again, stepping out from under the awnings to greet her.

"You don't treat your friends awfully nice, do you?"

Molly exhaled visibly in the cooling air.

"We're not friends, Daniel."

Pointer ignored her as he continued.

"I was just laughing to myself at how successful my current experiment is coming along, and was wondering if you might want to view it? I based this one on the work of a man named Schrodinger." He grinned to himself, but Molly had had enough, turning to leave.

"You know, I don't really care at all Daniel. You can shove your geeky little experiments."

"What if I told you that this one involves your cat?"

Molly froze in her tracks as she spun around to face Daniel, however the blond-haired sixteen year old had already bolted thorough his front door, leaving it wide open as he visibly ran up the stairs. Molly gave immediate chase, trailing him through the house until she found herself in his bedroom. A box was set up on the ground beside the bed, about the same size as a cat, and all sorts of wires and cables ran through and out of the sides. The door slammed behind her, a sharp *click* as Daniel locked it behind them. He held a small, black box in his hand.

"W-what's that?" Molly asked.

"It's a remote," Daniel replied, smiling at the girl.

Molly didn't even want to ask the next question, but for some reason couldn't stop herself.

"What does it do?"

"Well, I press this button here-," his hand hovered above one of the two red buttons on the small black box, "-and your cat dies."

Molly was not impressed.

"What the fuck are you playing at? Give me back my cat!"

The smile had not left Daniel's face.

"I'd be more than happy to, though there _is _something you can do for me first."

"And what's that?"

Daniel walked past her, sitting himself on the bed as he placed the remote next to a small, clear cylinder on his bedside table.

"Suck me off."

He motioned to his jeans, the outline of his penis obvious through the fabric.

Molly huffed.

"You can't be serious! What is wrong with you?!"

Daniel slowly undid his fly, flopping his adolescent penis out of the hole. Molly looked away in disgust.

"Y-you're saying that if I do this you'll let my cat go?"

"Definitely," Daniel replied, a smug grin on his face as he fondled with himself. Molly swallowed, trying to build up the courage to perform the act.

If I just go ahead and do it, she told herself, then Mimi will be safe, and I can get out of here and tell my parents. _She smiled, already planning her revenge. _The sicko won't live this down.

And at that, she reluctantly approached the reclining male.

"On your knees, bitch."

Molly went to object, however she was silenced as he motioned towards the remote, choosing instead to swallow her pride for now as she followed his command. She lowered herself to her knees, flicking her hair behind her ear as she grasped his warm length with her hand, before giving it a quick lick at the tip. It tasted of musk, traces of urine and pre-cum lingering on her tongue.

"Don't just lick it," Daniel said, mocking the teenager. "Be a good girl and suck it!"

Molly had no choice as she tentatively put the penis to her mouth, letting it penetrate her. Daniel put a hand to the back of her head, holding her there as he thrust his length firmly into her mouth, moaning.

"Ahh, t-there's a good girl."

The taste was overwhelming once the firm length was actually in her mouth, and Molly could think of nothing else but brushing her teeth the moment she got back home. With Mimi.

Daniel took over, thrusting into her as he held her head in place. He continued to treat he as little more than an animal, moaning interspersed between his words:

"Good, good girl. Who's a good bitch?"

Molly wasn't sure how much more of this she could take as he thrust carelessly into her mouth, taking pleasure with every thrust. Daniel cried out, his length pulsing as he came in her mouth, his hot cum covering her tongue. Molly moaned in protest, but there was little she could do as Daniel's hand held her firm, and so she swallowed diligently.

Daniel held her in place, relishing the control he held over the girl before finally releasing her from his grasp with a final pat to the head and another "Good girl."

Molly pulled away, coughing and spluttering, before taking immediate advantage of her freedom. She reached, quickly grabbing the remote on the table, knocking the clear cylinder in the process. The cylinder rolled, Molly ignoring it as she moved towards the small box. Daniel gasped, lunging as the cylinder fell from the table, catching it just in the nick of time.

"Which of these buttons do I press?" Molly demanded, urgently. Daniel wiped the sweat from his brow, standing up as he held the small cylinder in his hand. His penis still hung from his trousers, covered in Molly's saliva as it dripped occasionally, remnants of semen hitting the carpet. He removed the lid from the cylindrical object to reveal the needle of a syringe, however Molly was much too busy fiddling with the remote, her back to Daniel as she stood over the box.

"It should be the bottom one," he said, approaching her from behind. Molly hit the button, quickly falling again to her knees as she lifted the box up to reveal...nothing...

"Huh?" Molly said, confused, when she suddenly felt a sharp prick in her neck. She spun around to find Daniel standing over her, an empty syringe in his right hand and a huge smile on his face.

"Wh-what dyd ewe jusst doo?"

She tried to speak, her words slurring together as she looked up at Daniel. She put her hand over her mouth, shocked at the strange noises coming out of her own body. She felt a twinge of pain, something audibly *clicking* inside of her as Daniel spoke.

"I may have lied a little about Schrodinger's cat, that was just a ploy to get you in here. No, this here?" He motioned to the syringe in his hand, the one he had just emptied into her neck. "This is my real experiment."

Molly cried out in pain as her bones and muscles suddenly began restructuring, fur sprouting all over her body as she writhed in pain.

"W-wha dy ar- arf aroooo?" Her words were distinctly inhuman. Her face elongated, her nose darkening as it joined with her mouth to form a long muzzle and maw, her ears repositioning themselves to the top of her head. Her beautiful eyes darkened, becoming canine in nature.

Daniel continued:

"This is a serum I developed from some of my father's vaccinations. It was specifically developed as a test, and I had never planned to actually use it...that is, until yesterday."

He laughed as the fingers of her hands merged to form padded paws, her legs thinning, a tail ripping through her underwear and fluffing up from out of her skirt. Her muscles changed underneath her skin, shifting from those of a human to those of a canine. Her breasts shrunk into her body as a row of teats formed to take their place, her vagina puffing slightly, taking on a distinctly canine appearance.

What is happening to me? she thought desperately.

She barked, falling to all fours as the final changes swept her body, her long, beautiful hair and skin replaced with fur of three different shades: brown, white and black. Were it not for the tatters of a school uniform, she was now completely indistinguishable from a dog, bearing the features of a well bred, tri-coloured border collie.

"Now, let's see here..." Daniel said, inspecting the female border collie, removing her remaining clothes and checking each section of her body to ensure nothing went wrong. Molly gave a growl of disapproval, but was otherwise much too spent and confused to do much else.

"Can you understand me?" He asked eventually, casually, as if talking to a human. Molly nodded tentatively.

"Excellent!" Daniel exclaimed excitedly. "Then it worked perfectly!" He paused briefly, deciding his next move.

"Sit!"

Before Molly could even fully comprehend the command, her hind legs dropped to the floor. Daniel immediately praised her, mockingly patting her.

"Good girl, you stay there."

He left the room, returning some five minutes later with a leash and collar to find her in exactly the same position. He clipped it onto her neck with another pat.

"There, who's a good girl?"

Molly was fuming, and yet she had no real way of expressing herself.

"Relax now, girl, you'll be fine," Daniel said, seemingly knowing exactly what she was thinking. "It may take you a while to get used to it, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it after a while." He smiled.

"After all, I'm not inventing a cure."

Molly would have been speechless if she could talk. She let out a small bark.

"Trust me, you'll be fine. You were a bitch as a human anyway, this should come naturally to you."

Daniel moved to lead Molly out of the room, pulling at her leash, however after three or so steps she fell flat onto the ground.

I can't walk like this! she thought, letting out a yelp.

He sighed, helping the distressed collie back to her paws.

"Let's try that again, shall we? Left front paw and right hind paw, then right front paw and left hind."

It took Molly three attempts, but she eventually got the hang of it.

Well, I suppose this is kind of fun...

Daniel led her down the stairs and out of the house. Molly hesitated at the front gate, looking up at Daniel quizzically. Daniel seemed to understand.

"Well, I can't keep you here, can I? My dad would get suspicious, so I'm taking you down to a friend's house for the night. Don't worry, I'll make sure you find a good home."

She planted her front paws in the ground, refusing to budge as Daniel pulled at the leash. He leaned in close.

"Come on, now, Molly. Even if you did _somehow tell someone, and even if they _did believe you, what would you do? You're still a dog, that's not going to change. Ever. Let me at least find a good home for you, hey pup?"

Molly let out a whimper, a sob of submission before letting him lead her into town.

-~-~

It wasn't long before Molly realised that everything had it's own, amazing smell. Food smelt amazing, shops smelt amazing, and even grass smelt amazing. She found herself particularly enjoying smelling the scents of other dogs, sniffing trees and poles with great joy. Daniel led the awestruck collie through the central shopping district and, before Molly had even realised, they were in a dog park.

"Since you seem to be having so much fun," Daniel said, "I thought we'd stop by here first." Molly looked up at him as other dogs ran and played around them, a question clear in her canine eyes:

Can I play with them too?

Daniel shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you off lead. It wouldn't do to have you run off on me."

Molly was genuinely disappointed.

A familiar voice suddenly called over the clamour of dogs.

"Hey, Daniel!"

_Oh no... _thought Molly, instantly recognising the voice from earlier in the day.

Daniel turned around.

"Oh, hi there, Tasha." He smiled at her. "Fancy seeing you here!"

Tasha ran to see Daniel, an enthusiasm Molly had never seen before in her. She was accompanied by a large German shepherd, trailing leadless behind her. Tasha put her hands to her knees as she caught her breath.

"I didn't know you had a dog..." she said with interest. "And such a beautiful coat!"

Tasha moved to give Molly a scratch behind the ear, but Molly quickly hid behind Daniel's legs, eyeing off Tasha and her dog. The German shepherd was definitely a male, Molly could tell that from a single sniff.

"Wow, she's a shy one. What's her name?" Tasha asked.

Daniel smiled, before answering: "Molly."

They laughed together, Molly flushing with embarrassment as they made fun of her.

Tash...

"That's a pretty good name for a female dog." She smiled at Daniel, blushing slightly.

"What's his name? Rex?" Daniel joked.

"Haha, no. This is Maximillian. Go on Max, say hi!"

Max obviously didn't need any further encouragement, creeping slowly towards the female collie.

Molly whimpered, avoiding his dominant gaze as she tried to pull away. Daniel, however, held the leash tight, binding her next to him.

No, God, please don't let him get any closer!

Her prayers went unanswered, however, as the two canines suddenly found themselves face-to-face. Max gave her a small, friendly lick on the nose, one which Molly was not expecting as she spluttered and coughed.

"She's a bit strange..." Tasha said, only half-joking.

Molly immediately turned her attention to their conversation, briefly forgetting about the large male.

"Yeah, I know right?"

Molly froze to the spot, shivering as she suddenly felt a cold nose touch underneath her tail, followed by a firm, confident lick against her canine vulva.

W-what!!

She tried immediately to pull away, only to be stopped once again by the lead.

No, please stop!

Max gave her one more lick, and then another, more confidence growing as he began lapping eagerly at her sex. Molly gave out a whimper as he sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, and it wasn't long before she found herself actually pressing herself into him. She felt the leash around her neck relax, but she had lost all intention to flee.

"Gee, well it looks like she's enjoying that!" Tasha said, surprised as the canines starting going at it. "And I've never seen Max so excited about another dog!"

Daniel said something, but Molly couldn't catch it, too lost in the bliss of Max's tongue. He stopped abruptly, leaving Molly hanging with need, her body shaking, her sex dripping with saliva and her own juices.

Why did he stop?

She didn't wonder for long, however, as she suddenly felt his weight spring onto her back, his front legs clasping around her hips as he readied himself.

N-no!

She looked up at Daniel, pleaing with her eyes for him to help her, but he was speaking with Tasha, engaged in their conversation and oblivious to her predicament. She felt him thrust against her as his thick member hit against her underside, missing his mark by a mere centimetre. She tried to pull away, the leash giving slightly, but it was futile, the shepherd leaning all of his weight into the female. He gave one final thrust.

Ooh...yes!

His member slid easily into the lubricated collie, his red length pulsing gently as she felt him against her walls. She panted, whimpering with animalistic desire as he thrust into her again and again, harder and harder.

"Um, is it okay if they do that?" Tasha asked, watching as the two dogs mated.

"It'll be fine," Daniel answered. "I'm sure it won't hurt her to carry a litter or two!"

Molly couldn't understand a word they were saying, her whole world centered on the powerful male above her and the large cock inside of her. Max huffed and grunted in her ear, each noise thrilling Molly, teasing her. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, his canine member a perfect fit for her new sex as he continued thrusting. Molly could take no more, yelping happily as her body shook in orgasm, her walls throbbing around his length as she came. She yelped again as she felt Max nip at her neck, the large male dominating her, and it was then that she finally felt him cum inside of her, his length spasming as he filled her. His knot tied the two together, a perfect lock against her own canine sex, and she squealed happily, delighted as she felt his seed spill into her womb.

She knew exactly what she should have been thinking:

Oh my God, what have I done?

However, this thought simply wasn't there, her body longing for the powerful, male canine. She had never felt such intense pleasure; nothing else mattered but Max.

"Do you like her?" Daniel asked Tasha, the two watching the canines breed.

"I think she's absolutely gorgeous," Tasha answered.

"She seems to like Max too!" Daniel laughed, pausing before posing a thought to Tasha. "Actually, if you want, you can probably have her."

Tasha's face lit up.

"A-are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! She's my dog, but my dad isn't too keen on canines so I've been thinking of parting with her at some point, and she likes Max so much that I honestly don't think there would be a better home! You could probably even take her with you tonight, if you want."

Tasha reached down, stroking Molly's soft fur.

"I'd really love that, Daniel."

She turned to face him.

"There's something else I wanted to ask you, too. Did you...did you want to get coffee or see a movie or....anything?"

She blushed as she asked the question, and Daniel immediately understood.

"Yes, I...I think I'd like that."

Molly was still stuck to Max five minutes later, savoring the warm organ inside of her as she blissfully came down from her climax. She felt him pulling and sliding, and eventually he slipped free, trailing her fur with the mixed liquids of his member. Molly spun around playfully, licking at Max as she took in everything about him; his height, his weight, his smell, his handsome eyes; Max doing the same, loving the attention and seeming to genuinely enjoy her company. He trotted around to her side, sniffing at her before cocking his leg. His red member was still fully exposed, hovering above her beautiful coat. Molly was momentarily confused at his behavior.

W-what are you...

Suddenly, a stream of urine flowed from his member, covering her back. She whimpered submissively, moaning as she enjoyed the sensation. The warm liquid was comforting as it flowed down her back, marking her with his scent as he claimed her. He finished peeing, and before Molly could stop she found herself underneath the male, her muzzle pressing lovingly against his length. She licked gently at his pulsing member, enjoying the mixed flavours; his semen and urine mixed with the liquids of her own sex. She could hear him panting above her as she lapped at his organ, cleaning him with devotion. Molly brought her muzzle back up to meet with his, licking his nose this time before resting her shoulder against him, the two happily holding the position as they took in the other's exhilarating scent. They each shared the same sentiment:

I want you.

"I suppose I should probably head home for tonight," Daniel said, his job done. "Will you be okay with these two lovebirds?"

Tasha laughed.

"I'm sure they'll be fine. They are so adorable together."

Daniel turned to leave.

"In that case, then, I'll see you Sunday."

Tasha smiled, taking Molly's lead and clipping one onto Max's collar as they begun the walk home. Molly had no objection, happily trotting next to the shepherd as the two playfully brushed fur, walking side by side. Molly sniffed the air, and she was delighted that all she could smell was him.

-~-~

Tasha's home was huge, and the backyard in particular was the perfect size for two large dogs to frolic and play. Molly burst into the yard, the new collie excited as she sniffed all of the different smells, most of them belonging to Max, before consequently choosing her own spot on the edge of the yard to mark her territory. She let out a euphoric whimper as she released her pent-up fluid, squatting on her hind legs as she peed on the grass. It was at this point, just as she'd finished urinating, that Molly considered perhaps trying to let Tash know exactly who she was. These thoughts, however, were interrupted as a familiar snout poked at her wet sex. Molly moaned happily, pushing herself immediately back into the male's snout, before an idea struck her. She moved forward slightly, just out of reach as she forced Max to follow her, moving again and again as he prodded and sniffed at her. The two canines frolicked happily in the backyard like two lovers in spring, licking, lapping, nipping and playfully teasing each other. This continued until Max grew impatient, upping the ante as he attempted to mount her more dominantly. Eventually Max took control, pouncing onto Molly's back and forcing her front legs down so that she couldn't escape, though he was careful to not hurt her. Molly wriggled playfully underneath him, moving her hips as she made it difficult for the thrusting male, however he still eventually found his target. They moaned and yelped and squealed in unison, Molly panting as his length slid easily in and out of her, and it wasn't long before they both came once again for the second time that day, the canines firmly locked together as Max's seed well and truly inseminated her fertile ova. The possibility of pregnancy had crossed Molly's mind, but nothing was really worrying her as she stood in the yard, comfortably tied sex-to-sex with the German shepherd. It all felt completely natural, more natural than anything she'd ever experienced. Nothing mattered so long as she remained with Max.

The days turned into weeks, and with each passing day they loved each other even more, frolicking, playing and mating whenever they had the chance, and so it wasn't long before Molly's belly began to grow, her body swelling with the signs of pregnancy. Her movements grew more labored and she was certainly growing more conscious of how her body worked. She had never studied canine reproduction before, and it really wouldn't have mattered so much if she had. She was taking each day as it came, learning firsthand as her canine body naturally changed, altering in a completely organic way. Max and herself still frequently mated, her body heavy with pups as she still found herself longing for his seed. There were times when Molly would remember her old life. Though these moments were only fleeting, Molly found herself racked with sadness at just the thought of losing Max and her future litter, and so she consciously repressed these thoughts as she instead focused on her new life as a border collie; Max's border collie.

-~-~

It was the night of the St Margaret school formal; around 2 months following Molly's transformation; that Tasha's collie went into labour. Daniel and Tasha were both in their evening best, reclining in Tasha's lounge room after an intense evening of music, food and friends. They were in the middle of a deep kiss when they were interrupted by a yelping noise coming from outside. Daniel immediately leapt to his feet, closely followed by Tasha, as they rushed to the kennels, arriving just in time to see Molly birthing the last of a litter of six shepherd-cross-collie puppies. The other five pups were already happily suckling at their mother's teats while Max was doing his best to keep Molly calm, nuzzling her and grooming her fur as she finally pushed the last one out of her body with a soft whimper. Tasha squealed excitedly.

"Oh, they are soooo cute! I have to get my camera!"

She ran back inside, giving Daniel a brief moment of solace with the new mother. He walked up to Molly, scratching her behind the ear gently as she cleaned the final puppy with her tongue, lapping at the juices.

"Well, done, girl," he said, no trace of sarcasm in his voice as he smiled happily. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small syringe.

"Do you remember how I told you I was never going to create a cure?" He said. "Well, I guess I lied. I figured you'd learnt your lesson, so I made up this-" he motioned to the cylinder in his hand. "-however it really, truly looks as if you've settled into your new life."

He stroked her fur softly as she whimpered, Molly relaxing as the pups suckled her milk.

He asked her a simple question.

"Do you want to remain a dog?"

Molly looked him dead in the eye, her eyes animalistic, canine with no trace of humanity, before giving a firm nod. This was it, and she quickly turned her attention back to Max and her new pups.

Daniel stood up just as Tasha arrived, camera in hand. She took a few quick shots of Molly, Max and their litter, and after making sure both mother and pups were healthy they went to return inside.

"Give me a sec," Daniel said, quickly moving over to the large garbage bin around the side of the house, dropping the clear cylinder from his hand into the trash.

"What was that?" Tasha asked as they walked through the door together. Daniel glanced over his shoulder and smiled as he saw Molly. The collie looked blissfully happy, surrounded by her loving mate and six, beautiful pups.

"What? That?" Daniel said, answering Tasha's question. "Oh, it's nothing."