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"Unf..." A gush of stale air puffed out from Mako's pillow while his head pushed back into the beaten fluff and flattened it to the bed. The teen's eyes clenched shut, locking out the sunlight just starting to sneak through the break where the two sides of the curtain didn't meet. Though, even with his eyes open, neither of the dark hazel eyes would be visible through the sweeping bangs across his forehead and down towards his nose. Parted in the middle from the air shooting from the teen's lips with controlled release, the hair fell to the sides, only further covering his eyes while leaving a slice of his forehead bare. The squared jaw of his chin clenched tightly, though a distant glance would confirm he was asleep.

At least, that's the idea he'd told himself when the wailing song of the robin who'd nestled into the tree outside his window woke him up twenty minutes earlier than his alarm, just enough time to stuff his hand into his pants before his parents woke up.

"Uhh... Bailey... Gods, Bailey. Y-you don't have to do tha-! Oh god! Do that..." Beneath the shield of the blanket, the teenager's hand pumped in a steady, speeding pace while he imagined the popular girl from school, Bailey, sliding onto her knees while he waited in the lunch line, an unexplainably attractive fantasy. Dream- Mako's tray wobbled in his loose, clamp of a grip with the same erratic speed as his bobbing hand beneath the covers. Gusts of air slipped out from between his tight lips, shooting out in explosions that ruffled the top of the blanket.

"Unf... Unf..." His mumbled responses to Dream- Bailey disappeared as his breathing grew heavier and the hand beneath the blanket sped up again. The slick schlicks sound of his hand flying over his penis echoed in the room in high contrast to the silence of the house not yet awake for the day, except for the warbling call of the robin-Romeo outside whom only wanted to serenade the boy, not send him into a masturbating mania.

Against the baseboard of his bed, the teenager's toes curled around the edge of the wooden slate, as if locking him in place while his body gave a small jerk forward and the shifting blanket where the boy's hand fluttered beneath froze. Then, it shuffled faintly while he slowly worked the last oozing glob of cum from the tip of his cock. Breathing out in a slow gush, Mako let his eyelids flutter open only to drop between the his chest and the blanket to see the sticky spiderweb he'd sprayed onto his comforter.

"...Fuck." The boy rolled toward the side of the bed, feet pounding once in a soft tap on the rug when he landed then silencing as he carefully measured the pressure of each footfall while he peeled off the messied, fragrant blanket.

"God, Mako! You're stupid!" He muttered to himself, bundling up the blanket into a ball that he could carry down the stairs without flashing the smelly stain to any accidental viewers. With slow, careful steps, Mako made his way out of the parted doorway of his bedroom and down towards the basement where the laundry room was kept.

Down in the basement, Mako stuffed the thick blanket into the gaping mouth of the washer before dumping a heaping pile of stain remover into the creases of the comforter. For a moment, with the dumbfounded concentration of sleepiness, he stared at the white powder while it rolled down the shape of the blanket, a soap avalanche, but before he fell into a standing comatose state, a sharp yip from outside distracted him. Shuffling to the small window just above ground level, Mako peered through the grass growing just a bit too tall to clearly see, catching a glimpse of the neighbor's dog and Mako's long time, pseudo- pet.

"Ah, looks like Sam is up and moving, meaning that Shalia is most likely gardening." Mako thought aloud while shutting the door of the washer and letting the spin cycle begin, whiring behind him while he retreated up the stairs only to run right into his mother's chest.

"Oh!" The middle aged woman jumped back slightly with the impact of her son into her chest. Through her thin nightgown, the woman's free breasts jiggled with the impact as well, making Mako's eyes shoot into rounded disks beneath the sweep of his hair. "Mako, what are you doing up so early?"

Mako's saucers swung away from the sight of his mother's chest jostling within the white fabric of her gown, unconstrained by a bra yet this early in the morning. "Uhhh, I... wanted to get my bedsheets washed while I was at school so they'd be clean for tonight. They were starting to smell like sweat, ya know how it is.. teenage boy..." He trailed off, choosing to stare down at his bare feet instead of seeing his mother's pert nipples poking at the fabric, awake and eager beneath the loose fabric.

"Oh yes! I understand completely! Speaking of sweat, you should get upstairs and shower before breakfast!" She swatted his thigh, close enough to his groin to make him flinch, before the frazzled teenager scurried up the stairs.

Beneath the spray of the shower, Mako finally started to wake up. Blinking his eyes, the teen shook his head to clear the water before he looked towards the window perched high towards the ceiling, spotting the neighbor he'd thought of earlier. Dressed in low-rise yoga pants that clung to the shapely curve of her plump behind, Shalia sat on her knees in front of a row of squat rose bushes, each with their own hue of red or pink, though the centermost bush glowed pure white. Staring, Mako felt his cock throb back to life beneath the towel he absently curled around his waist and his mind wandered back to his first visit to the neighborhood he currently lived.

"Mako! Go outside and play while Mommy and Daddy go over the business!" A dismissive hand waved out of the door of the modern, suburban home the family investigated once Mako's reach had expanded past the bars of a crib and out into the cramped space of the office the family of three had at the current time. Curious to the surrounding neighborhood, young Mako had eagerly toddler- walked into the green expanse of lawn, a luxury he'd never experienced within the neverending sandpaper carpet of the apartment complex. To the toddler, the apartment complex had been the world up until now. If they had left, letting him charge on his own two feet, he'd tuckered out and climbed into someone's arms for a nap just before they'd exited the building, giving him a limited view of the world.

Diving into the fresh, albeit overgrown, grass of his eventual home, Mako caught the attention of the neighbor's puppy, a gleaming bundle of black, German Shepherd fur. Curiosity as familiar to her as the toddler, Sam charged over to investigate the strange new creature, instantly causing him to shriek with a yell of pure, unadulterated, childish joy. All four adults involved came running, Mako's parents and Sharia all three horrified at first, while the realtor showing them the house only felt mild annoyance at the possibility of a child's bedroom no longer being a selling point in the case the child had been killed. However, when the four converged onto the grass, Mako had encircled Sam's neck with his chubby arms and the puppy had fallen on top of them, giving them the appearance of naive lovers, tangled on the grass.

Instantly, Daralyn turned to the realtor with a grin, "We'll take it." The realtor nearly fistpumped, though she did feel mildly bad at having felt so little sympathy in the case that the child had died- that feeling passed by the time she got paid though, if not even earlier.

"I must have heard that story so many times I just memorized it..." the teenager mumbled to himself while shucking on a pair of jeans carelessly, instead focusing his attention out the window to watch the neighborhood while it woke up. Other than Shalia, whom he tried to avoid staring at in the hopes of keeping his penis in control, other neighbors began to fall into their morning traditions. Elderly women headed to the driveway to pluck up the newspaper for their husband to read while he drank his coffee, only to all notice each other and to gather in the street gossiping in their bathrobes. Small children danced in front of open, bay windows in front of morning cartoons while mothers accidentally walked in front of the bathroom window without shirts on. Spotting a droopy pair of wrinkled breasts, Mako averted his eyes and finished dressing watching the floor instead. Once dressed, he jogged through the kitchen to snatch a stray apple for breakfast and continued outside.

"Sam!" Mako called in a clipped voice once outside, smiling as the jet black German Shepherd shot over towards him. She slammed carelessly into his legs, rocking him back onto the grass where she tackled the human, tongue coating his neck and cheeks with the sheen of saliva in greeting.

Laughing, Mako pushed a hand to her plush chest, "I get it! I get it. Hi to you too, Sammy girl."

From her place at her roses, Shalia's head perked up towards the boy. "Morning, Mako!"

The teenager glanced towards his neighbor, raising a hand in a wave before he lifted himself from the grass, dusted off his jeans, and trotted towards the woman, who unlike his mother had put a bra on that morning.

"Good morning yourself."

The two fell into idle conversation while Sam meandered through the maze of their legs in a circle.While Shalia listened to the latest list of locations Mako's dad headed to, testing the local trees for a spreading woodland disease, Sam licked along the woman's bare shins to clean off the thin sheen of sweat off the skin. Then, as Sam switched over to taste- testing Mako's jeans, he rambled about Bailey.

"She's in my English class, but she's in the more advanced math and science classes- so I only see her once in a while. She let me buy her lunch last week though! I mean... she didn't sit with me afterwards, but that's because she had already promised her friends she'd sit with them. I-it just shows she's loyal to them. She's not too good at math either, sometimes she stop by my table and gets help- she wouldn't just ask anyone! I think it's a sign!"

Sharia nodded along with the boy's love- struck monologue, but when the yellow hue of the bus appeared at the end of the block she hurriedly ushered him out towards it, despite the fact that she often drove him to school when their familiar chats ran too long. Today, however, she couldn't continue to listen to him ramble so hopelessly about some girl who was obviously only using him.

The school day started with a slow crawl and continued at the same, dreary pace until English class. Walking in, Mako perked up from the zombie- like shuffle of the rest of the day and into a twitching squirrel searching for a nut. His eyes began to dart from side to side across the room, sweeping over the students already collected inside. A boy in a sweatshirt already slumped over one of the desks towards the far edge of the room. His head rested on his arm while the sheen of drool glistened on his lip. Just behind him, a petite redhead whose cheeks were dotted with freckles squirmed in her seat and stared towards his back with admiration- an innocent girl thinking he was a thrilling "bad" boy. In the middle of the room, a pack of girls squeezed together with conspiratory giggling, but Mako's eyes glazed over them unconcerned. His eyes only search for one girl in particular. Then, he saw her.

With a slouchy leather purse strung over one shoulder and her textbook held loosely up to her chest, Bailey Wescott entered the classroom. Long, thick hair hung loose over her shoulders. The hair bounced slightly with each step, full with obvious, natural body. From behind the sweep of her bangs, thick eyelashes stared up from a smooth face. Only a small streak of eyeliner swept off from the corner of her eye, though her lips were a bright pink. Around her neck, a long gold chain drew the eyes down to the end where a stop watch pendant hung open, clock face showing against the thick knit of her crisp white sweater. The fabric hung loose, drooping partly off one shoulder and hanging low over top of a short, ruffled skirt in a pale pink shade. On her long legs, thin rose- colored tights matched her lips and hid her bare skin. While she strode in, her short, heeled boots clicked lightly on the floor.

"Good morning, Mrs. Avery," she chirped, flashing a glimpse of her crisp, white smile towards the teacher who still lingered behind own desk. The frumpy teacher lit up at the greeting, waving a plump hand back in Bailey's direction while the girl strode to her desk in the front row.

Hurriedly, Mako stumbled into the chair beside her. In the process, his notebooks spilled out over the desk whisking away his one and only pencil to skitter across the floor. "I... uh... hello..." He whimpered, looking down at the pile of materials on his desk as though they had purposely done this. Pure hatred glowed in his eyes for a moment before he switched his gaze over to Bailey again to catch her mid-stretch, breasts pulling up in the air, no longer hidden behind her textbook. The glob of air he had intended to exhale caught in his throat and Mako gave a small wheeze before the sudden scream of the bell above signaled the start of class and sent the teen scrambling towards his pencil on the floor.

Gripping his pencil tightly to avoid another scramble on the floor, Mako settled back into his seat only to have Bailey reach into her purse hanging from her side in search of her chapstick. Her voice mumbled out a soft 'Sorry" before her hair grazed his arm and he glimpsed down the slouching fabric of her sweater.

"Eek!" he squeaked, fetching a glare from Professor Avery, who'd launched into the refreshing lesson on semi- colons and a tirade about their wonderful utility; Mako, honestly, didn't believe her.

Once his heart rate had returned to a healthy jog, Mako let his eyes flicker back over to the blonde beside him, tracing along the shape of her profile with his eyes. In front of the classroom, their teacher stomped side to side with a ruler waving in one hand, but Mako's attention remained unwavering. That is until a hand waved in front of his unwavering stare with a pointed glare flashing out from behind the splayed fingers. Then, a harsh whisper jetted against his cheek. "Mako? Hello? Do you need something?"

Pink streaking across his cheek, Mako ducked behind his own sweep of hair. "Not at all!" From behind the brown hair streaked with a rusty red, Mako averted his gaze up to the clock above their ranting teacher's head and watched as the minutes of the class slowly ticked down to zero. When the bell at last shouted their released, the captive class poured into the hallway and Bailey's blonde head was lost into the mass.

Students streamed to their respective places at their lockers, jamming things into their bags and arms before they charged out into freedom past the school's front doors. Mako followed the accepted pattern and plodded dutifully to his own metal cubby. Once ladened with textbooks and loose paper, the teen swiveled and headed down the hall to the doors and out into the pale sun of arriving night time.

Turning onto his daily walk home, Mako spotted a familiar shine of golden beneath the sun's fading rays. "Bailey!?"

She jumped slightly, but turned towards him with a small clicking of her heels on the cement of the sidewalk. One well-manicured finger swept her hair back from her eye where it spilled over her face, and she peered towards him with an intense, greeting stare. Instead of her textbook held to her chest, she now had a bookbag hanging off her shoulder along with her purse stuffed with her homework. In the faint chill of the afternoon, she'd added a slouchy beret on top of her golden pile of hair. "Oh, hello, Mako. What brings you here?"

Without the stress of the classroom, Mako ambled easily forward and twitched his neck slightly to send his hair to the side. "This is the way I walk home. Which begs the question, why are you here. You live-" He cut himself off, avoiding dropping stalkerish tidbit of her exact address- 6642 Oak road, across the football field behind the art museum. "Across town, right?"

A piece of hair broke out of the smooth swish when her head bobbed, and a sudden urge to carefully tuck it back behind her ear bubbled inside Mako's chest. The small wisp curled against the bridge of her nose and caught on her long eyelash like a beam of sunlight appearing across her features. Terror bobbing in his throat, trying to suffocate him before he could act, Mako leaned forward just enough to smoothly tuck the hair back beneath the brim of her hat. Her mouth dropped into a subtle "O" of surprise, but then curled into a small smile. "That's right. I'm actually going to the dentist right now."

Without thinking, Mako blurted, "Why? Your teeth are perfect!"

Bailey chuckled, letting her shoulder lightly bump into his. "You're sweet," she admitted while they turned onto Mako's street. For a moment, the teen stared forward blankley, blindsided by the compliment, but then a huge grin broke across his features.

"That's my middle name!" He chirped, making the girl wince slightly behind her curled lips.

"Mako Sweet? That sounds like an advertisement for toothpaste." Bailey's bell of a laugh chimed softly, but was interrupted by an explosion of barking when Sam tore into the yard of Shalia's house. Tail flying side to side, the black whirlwind of fur dashed from side to side with excitement at her playmate's return. However, from beside him on the sidewalk, Bailey gave a small grunt of displeasure.

"I hate dogs," she shared with a small shake of her head. "My mother has a massive mutt and always make me walk the dumb thing! Every night! It's disgusting! I have to carry poop baggies! Poop baggies! That's disgusting! A little baggie, just for poop! And the huge thing just drags me down the sidewalk with no control or training! Ugh, worthless beast."

Mako didn't blink for an entire beat of their feet on the ground, but then stirred with a tremor in his voice. "Ah... Yeah, I get you. I hate them too."

In the break of conversation between the two after Mako's reluctant lie, Sam leapt up against his chest in hopes of understanding why he wasn't responding. His hand hadn't stretched out over her nose, patted onto the top of her head, or tugged playfully on her tail! He hadn't flicked his eyes to her with a playful wide- eyed look that'd send her skittering excitedly off around the house. He hadn't even acknowledged her existence. Despite her concern, Sam's tail wagged behind her while she drew her tongue up Mako's neck in a greeting kiss- an I- forgive- you- for- ignoring- me gesture and then a wet nosed poke into his ear to remind him that she also forgave him for leaving her while he went to school.

"He sure seems to like you?" Bailey pondered aloud, giving Mako a small, confused expression while she fished her phone from her pocket and looked distractedly down to the screen.

"It's a girl," Mako instantly corrected, before catching himself and hurriedly adding, "It's just my neighbor's stupid dog. Annoying really-"

Unperturbed, Sam licked his cheek again, hello, human! Mako grunted with false disgust and shoved both hands against her chest, sending both her paws back onto the concrete with a small thunk. However, his obvious hint didn't make it through to the dog and Sam trotted back up to him eagerly, rubbing her cheek into his thigh before she thought perhaps he was trying to push her back into her yard- which she knew she was supposed to stay in. Excited to have solved the problem, she darted to the edge of the yard and stood staring at him, mouth in an open and adoring pant.

"You like dogs?" Bailey asked, looking up from her screen with a small look of hurt flashing in her eyes, sensing his lie by the expression of pure joy on the dog's face and the obvious familiarity between the two.

Mako panicked, thinking that if caught in this lie he'd lose any chance with Bailey he had, and dropped to grab a smooth stone which he chucked towards the dog, smacking into her thigh. Sam's eyes widened with shock while she yipped out with the sharp bite of pain from the rock. Confusion still swirled in her dark, canine eyes before the dog turned and fled towards the house with her tail tucked up towards her injured thigh.

"You dumbass! It was just being nice! Or trying to! What's wrong with you!?" Bailey grunted with disgust once again, though now regarding him; and, with a small shake of her head, she picked up her pace towards the dentist and away from the conversation with Mako.

From the house, the curtain of the front window fluttered back into place while Shalia swiveled on her heel. "Well, then..." She said aloud into the emptiness of the house. Outside, Mako stayed oblivious to the fact that she'd seen everything.

Kicking at the grass of his own lawn, Mako trudged around the house to the back door where they kept the spare key tucked into a small pocket on a false leaf in a thick, overgrown bush. His chin rested against his chest while he walked, bobbing slightly while he grumbled with self- pity. "Stupid girl can't make up her mind. I lied for no fuckin' reason now. I can't believe her. Women are so stupid, why isn't life more like porn? Then everything would be fine! I could just be a plumber; they get laid plenty in porn! Or an officer worker... or a teacher..."

From her own house, Shalia watched Mako's slow, pensive stroll around his house and she looked to Sam's wide, hurt eyes from where the dog sat at her feet. "Come on, girl. Let's go teach him a lesson."

"...or a homeless man... or a father... or just a guy who walks around in bars and on streets with a camera- Shalia?" Mako's head perked up when he saw the neighbor approaching. With each step, her floor length maxi skirt swished to the other side with her purposeful stride forward. Trailing behind, with a timid expression with both ears to her head, Sam followed behind her owner's legs. At the sight of the dog, especially with her tail tucking back between her thighs slightly, Mako winced and looked to Shalia stern expression, "Look, Shalia-"

"No. You, shut up."

Mako's mouth stopped producing sound, but still hung open for a minute before he meekly reeled his lower jaw back up to rest soundly against its upper cousin. Once he stared up at her, silent and dumbfounded, Shalia opened fire.

"How dare you! You cannot just hurt an animal who loves and trusts you for a girl! Especially a girl! You have no right to hurt any animal, ever; but, to hurt the animal who has loved you and watched over you since you were in diapers is blasphemous. To make matters even worse, that girl couldn't give a shit about you, Mako! You "get" to pay for her lunch, but you don't get to sit with her? Who wouldn't accept free lunch? And she gets your help on homework, you're smart and you adore her so it's most likely a nice ego inflation for her. She is never going to like you, so you can stop chucking stones at innocent dogs to impress her, Mako," with a shuddering breath inwards, Shalia finally paused. Mako's jaw had escaped again and hung wide open. Beneath his shock, a small twist of hurt showed in his puckered lips and the wetness pooling at the corner point of his eye. For a moment, the older woman stayed silent and just stared down at him, enjoying the effect she'd had with her outburst.

However, once she'd calmed slightly, Shalia lowered her voice. "Do you know what I did before I moved here? Before I met you tumbling on the lawn with my dog?" When Mako didn't respond, she continued unperturbed. "I was a dog trainer, but I had a hobby in history, ancient tricks, so to say." Her hand lowered onto Sam's head against her leg, rubbing gently along the temple of the dog's head. Her voice lowered even further into a soft hiss.

"I believe you need to be taught a lesson, you see. You hurt Sam for no reason because you don't understand her life, her placement. If you could take a walk in Sam's shoes, perhaps you'd understand more, as they say. So, I'm going to swap your roles in life. Sam will settle into your lifestyle and you can step into hers until you've learned a lesson."

A silence settled amongst the trio. Mako stood frozen still, one foot cocked up onto his back step, but the other still waiting on the grass below. Shalia became a statue, expectantly waiting for Mako to understand the magnitude of what she'd said. Even Sam, head leaned into her owner's leg, stood still except for her confused tail waving slightly behind her.

The chord of silence snapped when Mako choked out a relieved laugh, shaking his head side to side while the sound wheezed out. "Wow, you had me scared for a second there, Shalia! Sorry, Sammy Girl!" He laughed again and swiveled towards the door of his house. However, before he turned fully around his legs wobbled beneath him and the short step up onto the concrete steps of the back porch seemed an impossible task.

"W-wah?" Mako's voice caught in his throat, trapped by the trick woven for him by his unseeming neighbor. While Mako struggled with a voice he no longer controlled, Sam began to shift on the grass.

Her digitigrade legs stretched out and elongated while her torso began to lift up still, her hips sat vertical to her expanding legs. Instead of the harsh bend that allowed for her to run with the power of a dog, her legs stretched up to only bend gently at the joint. At the end of her stretching legs, her long claws began to sink backwards while her toes expanded and settled back into wide toes. At the same time, the foot grew longer and more slender.

While her lower half shifted, the expression of her muzzle showed innocent confusion, though it too began to shift while her muzzle reshaped into an oval- formed face. The huge circles of her eyes remained huge and rounded, but the brows above them stretched and thinned out and her eyelashes began to thicken as though nature applied mascara to each lash. Her ears folded back and melted into her hair, disappearing until they began to take shape on either side of her head instead, keeping the slightest point of their old triangular form at the very tip.

Then, her lifted torso began to shape further. Rather than the rounded, barrel- shaped chest of her canine body, her frame thinned as it lifted upwards. The first pair of nipples, buried in her fur, began to stretch outwards atop the gentle slope of a breast while the remaining groupings melted back into the skin, only freckles beneath her coat.

Ignoring Sam's transformation happening just behind her, Shalia leaned forward closer to Mako's whimpering mouth. "You see, Mako, to the rest of the world you are now as Sam was- a dog, but to yourself you will remain a human until you began to accept the role further. Then, you will gradually change into your role completely. You will step into the shoes yourself that way." Sinking to the grass with his wobbling knees, Mako opened his jaws to scream, but only whines escaped. A high pitched squeaked worked out from his nose, making it twitch on his face. With a delighted clap of her hands, Shalia stepped forward slightly with a tight, delighted sneer. "Not only will you be a German Shepherd, but you'll be a female, precisely, a bitch."

From behind, Sam stumbled up from the ground with a small shake in her ankle, unfamiliar with balancing on only two legs versus her usual four. Her body had fully formed into the lithe shape of a human teenager, complete with a pair of perky, jutting breasts at her chest. With a small husky edge to her voice, lingering from her growl of a voice before, Sam's finger jutted forward. "How dare you throw a rock at me to impress some random skank and deny our friendly bond!" Raising her voice to an angry tone, Sam felt a rush of adrenalin that drove forward another wobbly step and a fresh wobble of her newly formed breasts. The jiggle of flesh guided her gaze down to notice that her fur had begun to flutter off onto the ground to reveal the smooth porcelain skin beneath- naked skin. Two hands, fingers long and slender, drew up to her breasts and her thin thighs pushed together instinctively to hide the glimpse of her bare folds. "We have known each other for years! You visit every day!" Her bottom lip wobbled and her eyelashes fluttered quickly together to stop a rush of emotional tears from escaping. "A-and-"

A arm curled around Sam's shoulder and helped to cover the swell of her two breasts. "That's enough, Sam. We'll get you some clothes first." Her gaze turned towards Mako with a sharp tone, "Remove your clothes. You won't be needing them for a while anyway."

Mako looked past Shalia, ignoring her. "Look, I'm sorry."

Instantly, Shalia's eyes instantly hardened into a narrow glare. Rather than the friendly neighbor who did yoga too publically and too often neglected a bra when she went to the mailbox, revenge supplied a surge of power to transform her into something more, a menace. "Looks like you are opting for the hard way, Mako."

A hand jutted out and pointed down towards the ground in front of her feet, and in a hard voice, Shalia commanded"Lie down and roll over."

Mako's leg twitched before he felt himself slide down to the ground, stuffing his nose down into the grass while he tried to push himself back onto his feet. However, his body twisted away from him and roll onto his back instead. Against his will, his body obeyed her command to lie down and roll over, exposing his belly to her while his cheeks deepened to a soft rouge of an embarrassed color. Once he was on the ground, Shalia paused over top of him, staring down. "You'll listen, Mako, like a well- trained dog would. Since Sam was so well- trained you'll be just as obedient. Now, since you chose not to listen to me by choice when I gave it to you, I'll have to do this myself."

Slowly, the woman lowered herself to her knees and hunched over him. Her fingers grazed his thigh before they zeroed in on the button of his jeans, popping it open with a small flick.

"H-hey! What are you doing?!" Though Mako's voice came out mostly as a pathetic whine, Shalia seemed to understand what he wanted to say and sneered down for a moment before her face softened into a motherly stare, as though he needed the help and guidance she was giving him.

"You didn't listen to me, Mako, so, now you have to go through the same process without your control like a dog who won't sit. If your dog won't sit, what do you do? You shove it's butt to the ground until it understands what sit means and that when I say "sit", it sits. That's exactly what will happen to you." Then, her hands scooped back into his jeans and yanked them off his butt and down along his legs. His boxers quickly followed, pooling around his ankles before a final tug popped them off his toes. Grabbing the ankle, Sam tugged the pants up before she began to shimmy into them. Her hips swaying side to side in a small wiggle, Sam began to work her pert ass down into the shape of the jeans. Mako's eyes momentarily locked onto the pale skin of the nude human, stunned by the slope of her back leading down to a naked toosh that stuck backwards further into view while she hopped into his jeans. Once the button clicked closed though, he snapped back to attention to Shalia grabbing for his shirt.

"No! Stop! What do you think you're doing! This is molestation!" Mako cried out, glaring up to Shalia's face while she tugged his shirt up to expose his bare, pale stomach.

Instead of reacting as he'd imagined an adult faced with this threatening commentary, Shalia barked out a harsh laugh. "Are you kidding? To anyone else you're a dog wearing clothing! How ridiculous! And Sam is a naked girl in the middle of a suburban backyard!" Her hand yanked up hard on his shirt to force it over his head. Then, she tossed it over to Sam, who quickly slid into it. Either breast pushed up into the fabric, straining against the shirt that wasn't made to house a bosom, let alone a full swell of her chest. The small bead of her nipple poked into the fabric, making a small point visible to the male.

Then, Shalia wrenched the boy's ankle-high converse shoes without bothering to fully unlace them. The hard jerk caused Mako's back to tug across the grass, streaking his bare skin with a streak of green- grass stain and flecks of dirt from beneath. Again, Sam snatched up the offered clothes and dressed quickly.

Once the girl had on pants, shirt, and shoes; Shalia glanced to Sam approvingly before she dropped both hands and removed Mako's socks. "What? Even my socks!?" He cried, but only a whine of disbelief left his mouth. With his socks and underwear in a small pool at his feet, Mako starred with utter disbelief as Sam swished her hair with a scoff of disgust, "This will have to do until I can go to the mall!"

Blinking, Mako squirmed on the ground. "This is ridiculous! You didn't even use my socks or boxers! Why did you take them off!?" His voice rang high- pitched, shrill like a yipping puppy.

From her stance above, Sam grinned and gave an agreeable- looking nod. "You're so right! Let me compensate for you!" She plucked her own former collar up from the grass where it'd settled and snapped it around the male's throat with a small click. Once it closed, she gently tugged the leather, making him gag. "Just checking!" she chirped, looking sweet. Once she straightened, she turned sharply, "Oh and it's Samantha, from now on!"

Shalia smiled slightly with amused affection before she waved a hand towards their house and car, "Why don't you go wait in the car, Samantha." While Sam trotted off towards the car, swaying her butt as though she still had a tail to wag, Shalia clicked the dog's former leash onto the collar current snug around Mako's neck and gave a small tug. "We'll have Daralyn babysit you until we're done shopping!"

When Mako didn't move from where he lay on the ground, Shalia tugged again on the leash and made his collar jerk up against his neck. Mako squirmed on the ground, but only glared up to the woman. Eye narrowing in return, Shalia tugged hard on the leash, enough to make the collar tighten a notch around his throat, and barked, "Come!"

Against his will, Mako's legs shifted up onto his knees and shuffled him to Shalia's side before sitting back on his heels again, patiently waiting. Trapped in his head like a spectator, Mako winced at the humiliation of crawling forward, naked to his older neighbor's side. From her spot above, he could feel her eyes boring down on his head, inspecting his bare hind end while it shuffled side to side in his awkward crawl.

"Now that's much better, isn't it, Fido?" she sneered, tugging gently on the leash to pull him forward again. Again, Mako tried to disobey, but a sharp smack against Shalia's thigh made his knees shuffle forward eagerly, as though he truly loved to follow her commands.

Smirking, Shalia flicked her own hair with the same snotty scoff, "Now that's better!" Her fingers tugged gently on the leash and guided Mako's shuffling knees forward around the house to the front porch where he labored over the wooden steps on his knees and onto the rough welcome mat.

Pushing the unlocked door open, Shalia entered the house of her familiar friend. "Daralyn!? Are you home?" The woman shut the front door before turning the corner towards the kitchen with Mako still in tow. As she rounded the corner, a call came from within the kitchen alerting her to the woman's location.

"Shalia! Hi! I'm just working on curing the meat for tonight's supper! Come on in! Can I get you a drink? I have a margarita mix... or we could make sangrias... or just tequila shots. Is it five yet?"

Chuckling, Shalia shook her head while she held out the leash attached to Mako's neck. "It's five o' clock somewhere! Though, sadly, I was wondering if you could babysit Sam for me."

Daralyn scoffed playfully, but nodded. "Of course I can! I was just planning on going for a jog soon anyways, Sammy girl can join me! Right, Sammy?" She cooed down to the dog before dropped back onto her heels to stare directly down at Mako, making him flinch away. She grabbed for his head, but Mako squirmed backwards. His cheeks burned with a bright red blush at the thought of his mother seeing him nude on his hands and knees, collared and dragged around on a leash by her long- time bosom friend!

While Daralyn saw him as a German Shepherd, everytime he looked down at himself he saw his bare chest and his bobbing, exposed shaft. Sensing his reaction, Shalia nudged him forward with her knee, "Aww, go say hi to your favorite auntie, Sammy!"

Mako flushed deeper, head dipping down while he shuffled forward into his mother's petting hand. She stroked over his hair once and then straightened. "Silly dog! She probably just smells all the strange spices on my hands."

Shalia agreed with Daralyn and excused herself, leaving Mako wide eyed beside the kitchen island while his mother hummed to herself and fell back into the rhythm of her cooking. Standing at the counter, she swayed her hips slowly side to side with a phantom tune in her head, starting to sing out loud to Mako.

Sitting on the floor, Mako's cheeks burned with color. The cold temperature of the linoleum flooring only reminded him of his lack of pants, underwear, or anything for that matter. Every little beep of some utensil in the kitchen made him twitch in place and shuffle towards the island more, trying to hide his nudity against it. The worst part was Daralyn's small, friendly glances of her shoulder. Only a short stare, each glimpse of her eyes boring down at him made Mako tremor on the tile, expecting that next time she looked she'd suddenly realize he was only her son, naked and curled into a ball and not an innocent canine staring up towards her plump ass while she cooked.

Nevertheless, Daralyn never saw through the glamour that portrayed Mako as a canine, and soon she'd finished her cooking and patted her thigh to draw Mako up the stairs so she could change for her jog. "Come on, Sammy!" she hollered, making the teen-turned-dog rush to crawl up the scratchy carpeted floors.

Once in the bedroom, Daralyn spotted her overflowing laundry bin. "Oh! I should throw a load in!" She chirped, gathering her jogging shorts (with built in panties!) and a tight- fitting tank top with (with extra support!). With Mako sitting at the end of the bed, bare rump pointed to the bed in hopes of minimizing how exposed he felt, Daralyn began to change. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she slowly peeled it up off her head while she watched herself in the mirror. As the fabric traveled up, her taut stomach came into view inch by inch until the underside of her breasts peeked out. Once her breasts were visible, she carefully unhooked the shirt from beneath them and lifted it off. There, she paused to admire her breasts, still perky at her age, in the floor length mirror. Idly, she cupped a hand beneath one and lifted it slightly before releasing it to let the flesh jiggle freely for a moment. Then, she moved smoothly on to her pants, rolling them down off her butt as she bent over at the waist. Mako couldn't pull his gaze away from the incestuous, accidental strip tease, and his exposed shaft throbbed with the nudity in front of him and the increasing scent of femininity from the air. The fabric of her pants clung to the shapely form of her hips and rolled off with torturous slowness, forcing Mako to either stare guiltily up at his mother's slowly appearing form or drag his gaze away and force it to stop from wandering back to her. When her pants at last pooled onto the floor, the slow process began again with her dainty panties, which dropped down to show the plump shape of her lower lips, parted enough to see a glimpse of the pink between them, glistening with her natural lubricant.

Mako swallowed a bobbling lump of aroused, inner guilt. Naked in front of the mirror, his mother posed with her hips slightly jutted to one side while she grazed her fingers along the shape of her curves, hard won with a daily exercise routine and jogging. "One more week and I'll be able to wear that nice skirt!" She motivated herself with a glance over to the closet where a slender black-silk skirt hung, complete with a long slit up the side. Turning to Mako she posed with her hands sliding down her sides, "What do you think, Sam? Isn't my darling husband a lucky man with a wife like me?"

Faced with his mother's full- frontal nudity and the blooming image of his father being "lucky", Mako felt his stomach lurch forward slightly before his eyes actually processed his mother in front of him. Like Shalia, age seemed to have little hold on her. Down over her shoulders, her long chestnut hair parted across either side of her chest. Subtle waves kinked through the hair, giving it motion while it hung down over her nude body. Beneath the veil, plump, pink nipples poked out from the swell of her full breasts. Rounded and full, yet still perky her chest matched the wide shape of her womanly curves. Those curves led down into wide, powerful thighs- toned from jogging daily. Reflected in the mirror, her ass bounced pertly with her small spin and held its rounded, muscled shape. Lower down, her tan legs tapered into a petite ankle and the dainty, small feet she pedicured often.

Forgetting their relation, Mako felt his cock throb to life between his thighs, bobbing up to his naked stomach. When the grazing touch of his heated cock jerked his attention of his mother's flat stomach and the swelling shape of her pussy, his cheeks burned red. The milf giggled at the sight of the dog since, while she didn't see the blush on through the thick, black fur, she did see the blitzed out stare of the canine's eyes, glittering up with adoration.

"Little pervy, lezzy doggie, you!" She laughed before plucking her jogging pants off the bed while she bent to grab her dirty panties from the floor. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the aromatic panties towards the laundry basket.

The lacy little bundle sailed through the air in a smooth, slow motion arc; and as though a hand reached out and pulled him towards it, Mako threw himself towards the trajectory. His mouth stretched up and open, tongue even unfurling the pathetic length it could leave his true, humanoid mouth, and it snatched up the scented panties.

Instantly, the rich scent swarmed into his nose. To Daralyn viewing, his eyes drooped shut and his nostrils flared with pulsing breaths. Greedily, like an addict puffing in their drug, he breathed deeply on her scent while rushing to her feet to plop the tossed panties down like the stick in a game of fetch.

Shrill, amused laughter exploded from Daralyn's mouth. The sound sparked in Mako's ears and sent his blush bursting back over his cheeks, but to Daralyn he looked like a sheepish, but happy canine. Still chuckling, she dropped onto her knees- still nude- and curled both arms around his, to her, plush neck. "Such a good puppy fetching for me like that!"

Her fingers dug down into the fur the glamour produced for her fingertips, massaging down into his skin beneath with gently little circles while cooing into his ear. "Such a good girl. Who's a good girl? You're a good girl! Yes, you are! My sweet, little fetching machine! Did you fetch my panties for me? Yes, you did. Oh, yes, you did!"

Her creamy, babying tone sent his blush deep down the slope of his throat, but her touch also made him twitch with soothed delight. Fading back, her voice softened to him while he relished in the sensation of her massaging, petting touch on his body.

Then, spurred by his canine enjoyment of such a basic, primal act of affection- petting, fur began to sprout off his body. The same, thick black pelt that decorated the glamour of Sam's previous body began to spread over his, like a warm blanket settling into place. Lost in the massage from his mother's hands and the grazing touch of her warm, naked body beside him, Mako didn't notice until his nipples felt pricked while they expanded and thickened in their furry embrace and several more pairs streamed down his stomach, each duo the same pearly pink as they peeked out from the black fluff around them.

Suddenly pulling back and patting his head, Daralyn straightened again. "Good girl, now let me get dressed! I have some jogging to do! In fact, we both have some jogging to do!" Mako pulled back with a lingering feeling of her hands stroking down over the slope of his head, and then turned to the mirror. Both eyes shot open wide at the spread of black fur over his body. While his human shape remained, Mako's skin all the way onto his eyelids was a jetted, midnight black. With a small whimper escaping his lips, Mako turned from the sight only to feel a little tug on his collar as the leash was plucked up from the ground and Daralyn led him down the stairs, "Off for our jog!"

Shuffling on his knees down from the porch, Mako gave a small tremble with humiliation at the sun streaming down onto what still felt like his exposed, naked body. His cock, still semi-hard from his mother's accidental show, flopped to his stomach while his balls swung beneath him with Daralyn's quick speed walk. "Come on, girlie! Pick up the pace! I know it's been a while since you ran with me, but pick up the pace! You're running as slow as Mako does!" Her shrill laugh tinkled out in the air, unaffected by her increasing pace.

For a moment, confusion addled his brain, but after a minute he remembered his one jogging trip with his mother- meant to assist in increasing his speed for the mile in the gym class he shared with Bailey the year before. He'd worn shorts too small, saved from the year prior before their spring shopping spree to get replacements. They'd ridden high on his ass and bunched against his balls with each stride, forcing him to run without spreading his legs too far and thrusting the sensitive sacks into the unforgiving clench of the fabric. To further the issue, he's been terribly out of shape; skinny but weak after a school year of sitting in a desk and faking through gym class, and his mother had been well into her workout routine for months. Originally, she stayed by his side offering assistance for his stride, hand positioning, and breathing; but eventually gave up and lapped his six times around the loop at the park. He hadn't jogged since.

Remembering the event and the self-pity that followed, Mako once again blushed beneath his fur coat and lowered his head- only to have the collar tugged sharply. "Keep up, Sam! I know you can! You're a German Shepherd after all! Made to keep up with police after all! Come on! I'm a criminal, chase me!" She giggled with girlish delight, still not bothered by the jogging pace. She trailed slightly in front of Mako, forcing him to look up into the jiggling shape of her ass- which he knew was bare beneath the breathable fabric of her jogging pants. Even the subtle shape of her lower lips peeked out from his lower vantage point. Reinvigorated, his cock pulsed faintly between his thighs.

Rounding the corner into the loop of the park, Daralyn's half-walk and half-jog skipped up into a full-on jog and she patted against her thigh for Sam to pick up the pace. "Come on, Sammy Slowpoke!" she called.

Inspired by the command, Mako rushed his legs to follow at her speed. Aiding in his run, thick leathery skin pushed out from his hands. Over his palm, a padded leathery puff formed- paw pads- to protect from the rough concrete of the sidewalk and to grip against the rough ground and propel him forward, like a real German Shepherd trailing their master. A rush of canine euphoria of running, feeling free despite a leash, and feeling nature against his face rushed into Mako's brain for a moment. Simplistic, unexplainable joy swelled in his chest while his nose bobbed up towards his mistress's glistening thigh and then plummeted when his head dunked back down with embarrassment at an additional transformation. Shalia's instructive words ringing back to him, "to yourself you will remain a human until you began to accept the role further. Then, you will gradually change into your role completely. You will step into the shoes yourself that way."

Was he accepting himself as a bitch? Mako nearly whined out with his self- conflict, but internally glowered when he realized that'd only further the issue. Instead, his pace slowed and rewarded him with a sharp, irritated tug on his collar. Thus, he raced after Daralyn once again, fur rustling in the wind and paw pads rough on the concrete.

Eventually, after an endless cycle of loops around and around the large expanse of grass that spanned the majority of the park, Daralyn turned into the winding, wooded path of the further corner. Once in the shaded dirt, she paused to pant softly to herself.

"Good job. That was a good workout..." She mumbled, originally to herself before she spotted Mako while he slumped down to the ground, head spinning with a mixture of canine delight from the burn in his legs and the teenaged disgust at physical activity. "Good job keeping up, Sammy!" She chirped before sinking down into the grass and patting her thigh, summoning a huffing canine.

Holding up a stick, Daralyn waved the makeshift toy in front of Mako's nose- catching his interest with alien, feral instinct. Perking up, Mako felt a jolt as a bark broke from his throat, the sound making his nose crunch back with confusion.

"Oh you like fetch don't you? Don't you, little puppy! We've got a stick bitch here!" She laughed good heartedly before she tossed the stick and let Mako charge after it, leash trailing behind. The stick fell onto a pile of damp leaves with a soft crunch. Pausing in front of it, Mako's human mind surfaced within the animal instinct, pausing with disgust for the slimy and questionably- drenched leaves, but control lost out as his jaws scooped up the object without his intent. With the stick protruding on either side of his head, one end oozing with muck and the other dribbling with his own saliva, Mako heard the familiar voice of Bailey, walking the family dog.

"Oh! Hi there!" Bailey chirped while her massive boxers-mix lunged forward towards the scent of the new female. His plump coal-lump of a nose twitched in the air with each passing second. "You're Mako's mom right? I met you at the school fair!" Her hand, the one not holding tightly to the leash jerking in her palm, jutted out for a handshake.

Scooping up the girl's smooth palm against her own, Daralyn took a step closer. "Oh yes, Bailey, right?" She shook the teenger's hand warmly while Bailey's dog tugged hard on its leash, straining to connect with Mako,who shrunk back shyly. With one hand engaged and the dog's renewed energy, Bailey released the leash to let her dog lunge forward towards the source of his curiousity.

Mako flinched back from the large dog with a submissive whimper. His head drooped down while a cold nose thumped into the furred side of his thigh. It trailed through the fur and drew a sharp line across while tucking up against his ass, twitching with each second. Mako jumped forward from him, meekly whimpering. The dog lumbered further forward and sniffled against the other dog's butt, breathing with deep appreciative sniffs before a tongue lashed out experimentally against the thin fur of his thigh and trailed up towards his crotch.

While Mako shrunk shyly down in an attempt to avoid the bigger dog's investigation, Bailey shuffled closer to Daralyn and lowered her voice into a serious tone. "So, Mako has been really creeping out lately. He keeps hitting on me, and I can't figure out how to make him stop without hurting his feelings. Do you think you could maybe say something to him?"

Daralyn patted the girl's hand sweetly, nodding. "It's so hard for that boy. He's a little sad right now, swamping through that stage, you know?"

Bailey nodded, chewing her lip shyly before Daralyn continued onward. "This morning the poor boy was washing his sheets before he went to school and didn't just cut to the chase!" She shook her head with a sympathetic sigh. "Like he thought I didn't know!"

Mako felt a fresh blush burn through his fur, glowing red on his skin before the dog's disappearance from his butt suddenly caught his attention as the large male dog raised his leg against the bark of the nearest tree. For a moment, his intrigue stayed at the level of briefly noting the occurrence, but as the rush of male musk dispersed into the air, Mako felt overcome with the urge to pee on the same spot and dashed towards the tree. He hurried towards the same tree, breathing in the deeply musky scent of Bailey's family dog. Once against the tree, Mako's leg wobbled when he tried to mimic the male canine's stance. Instead of the dignified lift, Mako was forced to drop into a squat, tail twitched up to his back as any female dog would do to pee. In the brief time it took for his urine to burst forth, Mako felt the same heat that splashed onto the tree heat up his cheeks to a humiliated glow. Coupled with the commentary from his mother about his life, Mako lowered his head in shame.

"That poor boy! Someday he'll fall in with a girl in his league! I'll try to talk to him for you, Bailey! Any particulars he should be avoiding?"

A thick musk wafted over Mako's nose. The sensitive focus of a canine sense of smell suddenly enhanced the rich scent exponentially. The noise from the two humans chatting faded back into a dull noise while his embarrassment slipped from the holds of his mind and the scent replaced them all.

Musk so intoxicating it practically became a tangible taste in his mouth. Drawn down by the grasp of the thick scent, Mako leaned down against the rough bark of the tree and sniffed briefly before swiveling towards the large dog seated beside it. Shuffling forward, Mako stuffed his nose towards the other dog's crotch where the source of the scent danced out from, twirling through his mind like a dancer's skirt. Eyes glazed and cloudy, Mako flopped his tongue out over his bottom jaw and flicked up against the other dog's thigh. The short fur tickled against the pink skin of his tasting appendage, but thinned out while the tongue traced upwards to the velvety cover of the dog's sheath. Sweat and musk wafted off from the canine like Chanel No. Dog.

Between his thighs, Mako's own cock- still clinging to its human formation- began to swell with arousal. Comparing to the same rush of arousal Mako experienced during his wet dream early that morning, his cock stood erect and throbbed in the open air. The pulsing beat of his need distracted Mako slightly, glancing down enough to noticing his tip spitting out a spurt of pre towards him, as though it was condemning his choice of stimulus. A hot blush streaked down his neck, but the fog in his mind lingered and blocked enough logic to draw his tongue and nose away from the intoxicating crotch of the male dog.

Curious and eager, his tongue drew up along the full pouch of the dog's sheath. The tip of the exploring appendage poked to the small opening at the tip of the sheath, making the larger dog flinch back slightly before he curled forward curiously himself. While Mako sucked in the rich, masculine scent with open-mouthed inhales, the coal-like nose of the male dog twitched along Mako's flank, breathing in the scent of the female. While the two shared scents, Mako's nose thickened into his own matching lump of coal and began to twitch in the air to replace his noisy, mouth breathing. The enhanced canine nose dove down into the musky fur of the canine's crotch, shuffling down into his skin where thicker scents lingered against his skin. Following the nose, his face stretched down into a tubular muzzle.

With the male sniffing along his minimal curve, Mako's lower half began to shift as well. The thin set of his hips began to expand, pushing out into wider, feminine hips made for bearing pups. The change opened his crotch up further and invited the investigating tongue to lap up along his inner thigh, making the teen whine softly in surprise.

The soft whine distracted, and Bailey glanced over her shoulder to the sight of her dog, sniffing eagerly against Mako's backside. A soft grunt of disgust gurgled out of her mouth before she hurried forward to yank the dog off. The male grunted with a small look of disappointment, but Bailey only looked relieved to be escaping the awkward situation. Daralyn shrugged with carefree ambivalence before scooping up Mako's leash. "Well then, no action for you, girl" she joked, starting off at a soft jog to exit the woods once again.

At the edge of the wooded area, a familiar face appeared behind a hand waving in their direction. "Hey, sweetie!" Mako's father greeted while striding over to the woman and dog. Once close enough, he leaned towards her to kiss innocently at her lips, though after a soft peck he repeated the kiss, but he didn't pull back. Instead, the second kiss eased into an open-mouthed frenching with their tongues briefly visible tangling within their mouths. From the ground, Mako whimpered with embarrassment and mild disgust while his sensitize nose caught the spicy scent of his mother's starting arousal and his father's lingering, day-old and reinvigorated arousal- a constant feature on any male.

While his parents kissed with reckless, middle-aged abandon, Mako tucked himself behind his mother in an attempt to hide from the sight and passing people. He still felt exposed, despite the fur he'd grown and the glamour in place. Especially with lingering need still faintly pulsing in his half-staff cock that bobbed to his stomach. Each time someone jogged past and glanced at him, inspecting the canine glamour over his true, though shifting, form Mako sunk his head towards the ground in embarrassment. From behind, the view of the gag-inducing sight of his parents lessened until his father's thick hand gripped onto the MILF's ass, squeezing the flesh blatantly, inches from Mako's nose.

Distressed, the teenager-turned-canine tried to shift back to stand at Daralyn's side, but the leash attached to his collar followed as he circled back around the kissing pair and tangled their legs.

"Ah, you dumb dog!" Daralyn giggled, swatting at Mako's butt with a manicured hand. He yelped with surprise and distress at his bum being touched by his mother's hand and froze still while they escaped from the mess of leather.

His father chuckled good-naturedly before patting a hand down onto Mako's head, the same hand that had been eagerly groping the flesh of his mother's pantie-less ass moments before. The dog's head squirmed away from the touch while his nose crinkled with disgust. "I do have a purpose for being in the park today other than kissing my sexy wife!"

Daralyn giggled sweetly and flashed a take-me-now smile before crooning, flirtatiously. "Why are you here, Mark?"

Mark suddenly fell into work- mode. "Well, you see, there's a local disease spreading through here via ticks. It's going unnoticed and passing into the puppies around here. Anyways, the ticks are getting onto the local bitches since it following the maternal lineage, so I have to check all the female dogs for these ticks while they're in the park. They won't spread them to the other dogs and cause a puppy pandemic! So, now I can check little Sammy-Wammy here!" His voice dropped into the high-pitched baby voice commonly used for toddlers and dogs alike.

The man dropped to his knees beside the German Shepherd, sliding two hands down along the dogs back through the thick fur there. Slowly, his fingers began to part through the fur, doing a preliminary check along her back and through the fur for any recently collected parasites. The fingers dipped down through the fur, grazing along the skin beneath with a slow, easing touch up towards Mako's neck. On his neck, Mark slowed to dig through the extra thick fur of the scruff before he nodded to himself, mumbling in a pleased fashion. "Looks good, nothing new on you. Now, time to check for old ticks or any signs of them."

He settled back onto his ankles, gliding both hands down along the rounded chest of the dog towards the softer, downy furs of Mako's chest. Again, his fingers sifted through the fur with expert combing before he moved back to her haunches and slowed considerably. "This is where the real action happens!" Mark announced, flashing a grin back to his waiting wife.

Carefully, Mark's fingers delved into the velveteen landscape of the dog's genitals, which appeared to be the pink folds of a female, though Mako felt the throbbing touch from his father's contact along the length of his human penis. Still excited from the Bailey's dog in the woods, the touch had Mako whimpering slightly while two hands sifted around his crotch.

Blushing furiously, Mako's ears folded down against his head with shame. The touch through the thin fur of his crotch tickled over his already engorged genitals. Pressure pulsed through his cock, trapped release seeming to be a tangible force squeezing along his length encouraging his explosion until he did.

Without warning, Mako coated his father's exploring fingers with the sheen of cum. A soft chuckle left the man's throat. "Heh, sensitive girl, aye?" He wiped his hands along Mako's thigh, smearing the fragrant substance along his own fur.

Simultaneously, Mako's genitals beneath the glamour began to shrink. His cock eased back, seemingly disappearing into the short fur before, like a flower blooming. The skin began to fold out and crease inwards-forming into the soft, pink folds of a female. Mako peeked down with a sinking sensation of horror as his measly, remaining cock feathered out slightly and settled to be the sensitive clitoris between the petals of his flower.

Along with his genitals, the already enhanced sense of smell deepened further and sharp ears shot out from the top of his head. The triangles on his head perked up tall and swiveled to catch the new rush of sounds he could hear. Including the chuckling from his parents standing above him, "Such a sensitive little pooch, she must be nearing heat," Mark said seriously, leaning into his wife's shoulder with puckered lips.

"Dearie, I think that you just turn on any bitch too much to bear!" Daralyn giggled girlishly and pressed herself towards the other adult, cooing in his ear, "I mean, you turn me on..."

Their voices lowered further, but Mako's new hearing caught every, disgustingly torturous word. "Are you saying you're my bitch, Dar'?"

Another girlish little giggle, as though a 30-something acting like a pre-teen was a seductive show-Mako did not think so. "I might be! And I might be going into heat!"

The two fell into another kiss, leaving Mako wanting to dry heave onto the pavement while the little slurps of their tongues between their mouths echoed within his mind.

When, at last, another dog passed by to pull Mark back into his job, Daralyn collected Mako's leash and tugged him towards home, humming happily to herself.

"Even you agree my husband has magic hands, little Sammy." She murmured proudly, letting them walk leisurely home. Mako dropped his head and ears in an attempt to ignore the people around him and his mother's voice. Instead he watched his feet on the concrete morph into full paws with curved black claws poking out. From his back end, a tail had begun to sprout and slowly stretched down to the ground, though it didn't wag.

Once they arrived home, Daralyn opened the door to Shalia and human-Sam already waiting inside. "Oh! Hello, darling!" Daralyn greeted while unhooking the leash from Mako's collar and patting his butt to shove him the rest of the way into the house. The canine shuffled in awkwardly, looking unfamiliar with the bend in his leg contrasting from his normal hand-on-knee human crawl. "Who is this lovely lady?"

She referred, obviously, to Sam in her human form. The girl had exchanged Mako's stolen garb for her new purchased threads. Mimicking her old fur coat, her hair was jet black and long. It hung along her shoulder and swept over a pale forehead in thick bangs, similar to the blonde counterparts on Bailey's forehead. Her skin resembled porcelain in its smooth, flawless quality. At the mall, they'd stopped in the beauty parlor, giving Sam a chance to have her face done up with a dramatic cat eye, thick eyeliner creating drama along the striking feature of her eyes. Her eyebrows, thin and carefully plucked, arched high over her dark eyes. Her lips, too, were painted with a deep rouge, accenting their puckered, heart shape. From the clothing stores, she'd gotten a long, loose white top that hung off one shoulder to show the smooth, bare skin beneath. It hung onto her thighs and had a pattern thigh covering her legs beneath. The tights had small paw prints along the side, mimicking a seam; Shalia and Mako understood the irony, though Mako didn't appreciate it. From her neck hung a long pendant of glass beads in dark shades, matching to her black hair.

Shalia smiled proudly from beside her, "This is my cousin, Samantha." Daralyn eagerly thrusts her hand out to meet the attractive teenager while Mako stared openly, noticing the similarity in her style to that of bailey's earlier. Her hair mimicked the same natural volume of the boy's classmate and her shirt had the same effect with the bare shoulder and the long shape down her petite torso.

"Well, I'm sure you're eager to get Sam back! Here she is! Freshly exercised! She even had a little run in with another doggie at the park! A man-" She paused to waggled her eyebrows with suggestive playfulness. "It was that girl from school, Bailey's dog. He was a big boy too! He liked Samsters, but Bailey didn't want love to happen! Oh and Mark was there! He check her for ticks and you won't believe what Sam did!" She launched enthusiastically into the story of Mako losing control onto his father's hands, coating them with his cum. Shalia and Samantha both giggled with delight at the story, understanding the full implications that went passed his mother while Mako sulked at the edge of the room.

"Well, let's get home, hmm Samantha?" Shalia segwayed, letting them escape from Daralyn's company and return to Shalia's home next door.

Once safely out of earshot from the unassuming mother, Samantha glanced down to Mako. "I hope he understands that being a dog isn't all that easy." Shalia nodded sympathetically, but didn't speak until they reached the privacy of the backyard garden, surrounded by sunflowers stretching up along a supported board, creating a shield of their bright petals.

"Mako, do you remember your promise?" Samantha demanded, stopping with an intense stare that dropped down onto Mako's eye, gazing straight at them. The sudden eye contact made Mako dart his gaze away for a moment as the entire day had been people talking at him or to him without ever meeting his eyes, but since Samantha knew he understood every word she had the instinct to meet his eyes as she would to anyone she held a conversation with.

For a moment, Mako hesitated unsure what to say or if he could even speak. So, he just stared dumbly up to her, unresponsive. The girl, a glimpse of panic shooting across her face, looked to Shalia for assistance.

"He can understand you, but I'm not sure he can respond verbally," Shalia explained patiently.

Samantha nodded with an icy glare back to the canine, "Well, you promised that when we grew up I could be your girlfriend!" She paused and, noticing that Mako lifted one brow in confusion, then continued. "You were little. We both were little. It was after the new couple moved in across the street and we saw them talking with everyone in the back yard have a barber chew."

Shalia blinked, confused and stared at Samantha with a sudden interrupting look. "What?"

"You know, where you put stuff on the grill and then stand around and chew on it while you talk to people?"

"You mean a barbeque?"

A small stream of pink pierced the girl's cheek before she continued, unperturbed by the mistake. "We were watching the couple and when they introduced each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, you said that'd be us someday! You promised me!"

Mako's forehead crinkled while he thought back. He did, indeed, remember many an afternoon with the adults of the neighborhood gathered in someone's backyard, happily chatting while he sat friendless on the sitelines with Sam as his only companion. He easily could have promised such a thing as a little kid, but she wouldn't take that seriously would she?

As though she understood his thoughts, Samantha leaned forward "A promise is a promise, Mako." A dash of hurt showed in her eyes before it was replaced with sharp anger, "What's even worse is you tried hitting on that- that skank right in front of me! Right after she used you right in front of me! Plus you also committed domestic violence towards me! And animal abuse!" She glared harshly.

From his place several feet shorter than her, Mako shrunk back slightly while Samantha's emotions took another turn, veering back towards hurt versus angry. "I even tried to adapt to your flavor... I dressed how she did! I g-got my hair cut like hers! I did a volume treatment so it'd be big like hers!" Her hands fluttered in front of her new outfit, nervously making the fabric dance around her thighs. "I tried to be how you wanted!"

Holding out her hand as though to cut off Samantha's monoloque, Shalia gave a small nod. " I was there when he promised."

Her bottom lip trembling slightly while she reigned in her own emotions, Samantha drew her hands shyly to the front of her tights. Her wrists shivered slightly side by side, nervously. Each thumb curled into the stretchy, fabric waistband and eased it down along the curve of her cupped fingers. Nervously, her eyes flicked to Shalia, who still stood at her side. The older woman gave a small nod as if to say, 'go ahead.'

Steeling herself, Samantha peeled the tights down the length of her thighs. Without the pants, she revealed a large dog cock and a heavy ballsack swaying just behind the lengthy shaft. For a moment, the girl remained silent while she eased her fingers off of her waistband and let the tights sink up behind her cock, hooked down. Then, she peeked up from the sight of her own male, canine genitals and stared at Mako. "Shalia helped me so we can consummate our relationship to avoid future misunderstandings."

Mako's eyes remained regular disks in his skull for the initial minute, but as the words sunk in they slowly widened. Spreading out over his face, his eyes captured a glimpse of the surprise bursting to life inside his head. Behind him, his tail, alien as it was, tucked between his legs with a small tremor. His body began to shift until any and all traces of his human body disappeared. Once he was fully transformed without a remnant of his humanity remaining, Shalia's lips curled slightly with the hint of a grin, and she turned on her heel and left with a final comment, "Good luck, you too."

For a moment after Shalia's parting, neither moved. Neither made a sound. Then, Samantha shuffed forward towards Mako. Timidly, two of her dainty hands slid down onto the canine's hips through the plush fur that no longer covered her skin, but instead his. Her fingers curled slightly into the softness of his fur and the tips of her fingernails dipped against his skin, drawing thin crescent shapes.

Like a child investigating an unfamiliar animal, her hands crept over the surface of his back. The soft fur gave way beneath the gentle pressure of her fingers, plush and silky, like that of a well- groomed pet. For Samantha, she watched the slow petting from the opposite perspective she was familiar with, sending her own hand sloping along the curve of the canine's shoulder and onto the broad splay of his leg rather than her shoulder receiving the touch. She petted through the fur with increasing confidence while the rest of her body shuffled into place behind him, letting her settle into the new perspective with slow, wandering curiosity with emotions gurgling beneath.

As she settled closer, the faint warmth radiating off from her grazed against Mako's backside. For a moment, her closeness didn't sink in, but the flashback image of the large dog cock flopping out from her feminine tights flashed through his mind, and the fleeting image sent a chilled zap down his spine despite the body warmth. Her hips hovered out a few inches from him, but the shape of her seemed to slide forward like the ghost of her warmth.

"Oh Gods, how much more of this do I have to take!?" Mako groaned inside his head, morbid at the thought of what Samantha's slow teasing was building up to. He was trembling all over, whimpering with obvious discomfort as only a dog could, but nevertheless remained powerless to stop what was going on. "I know what I did was wrong, it was something stupid and I SAID I was sorry! Haven't I suffered enough today already!?" Some of the events of the day replayed over in his mind, reminding him that while slowly being transformed into a dog was bad enough, the things he had seen and endured at the hands of his own oblivious parents would leave an equally large emotional scar. "I'm sorry, Sammy girl... I'm sorry!"

But the bitter dog-turned girl continued anyway, despite Mako's internal pleas. Once her hands reached his shoulders and rubbed along his neck where the thick scruff of fur surrounded her fingers entirely, the tip of Samantha's oversized cock grazed along his thigh and Mako shuddered with the same chill that shot down his spine before with the recent memory of what she had to give him. The sheer size of her cock filling his head, flashing with a frightened memory's dramatization. Rather than an angry girl seeing his nude form in the grass, Samantha now had more to dish out than embarrassment. Instead, she had a massive dog cock, lined with thick veins and ending with a plump knot at the base, already nearing the size of a fist and not yet swollen to its full capacity. In fact, it was barely swollen at all- waiting till it was buried inside him to swell, locking it inside him while she pumped him full of rich, potent cum.

Standing over him, Samantha leaned to his ear, her voice came out low in a whispered growl, "So you thought you could cheat on me did you, Mako?" The tip slipped through the fur of his thigh and two hands curled onto the front of his body, holding him steady in her embrace. Her fingers pressed into the fur and drew sharp lines through the thick fluff while her tapered tip copied the same lines on his thighs, dipping towards his female sex all while her voice raced into his triangular ear.

"You thought you could bypass me... avoid me... replace me..." Her voice lowered into a deeper growl, rumbling in his ear while her tip slowly slid up towards his fresh, pink folds. With each added phrase, the grip she held on his chest tightened slightly. Her fingers sunk down deeper into the soft plushness of his canine fur. The ghost of her body became instead a soft pressure that pressed into the shape of his behind. Her cock nudged to the inside of his thigh and the skin tickled against the wispy hairs of his thighs while his tail pressed into her stomach and thigh, pressed between them with her increasing closeness. Mako whimpered, low in the back of his throat with increasing discomfort, though the obedience ingrained in his mind and the grip on his chest kept him frozen, despite his building discomfort.

Hearing the whimper, Samantha sneered down to him. "Is someone frightened? Hurt? Uncomfortable? Displeased with someone ignoring your wants? With someone forcing something onto you don't want? Hurting you, even?" Her voice rasped with the emotion fraying the edges of it. The tone remained a tightly gripped rawness, barely contained within the moment hanging in the balance between them. "How do you imagine I felt when the one I trusted ignored me? Lied about his connection to me just to impress a passing bitch? When he pushed me away from him even while I tried to forgive and understand and then attacked me? Assaulted me!" Her voice jumped upwards, ringing in a shrill tone while her hips jolted forwards. The tip of her massive cock jabbed against the soft flesh of the canine's sensitive bud, making Mako's crotch heat up with a sudden, surprised arousal intermixing with the cold dread beneath his fur.

Fright mixed into a confusing cocktail with fear. A cocktail that made a hard lump on Mako's throat, forcing him to swallow roughly to clear his throat. With each second, Sam's emotions rose higher and her passion was matched only by Mako's growing terror. The hair on the back of his throat stood tail while his tail tried to tuck in between his thighs to hide.

A growl rumbled in Samantha's throat, rasping there with the force of her anger and mixed emotions. "I trusted you." She grunted, fingers twisting in his fur, grabbing with a tight grip and tugging for emphasis. Once she held more tightly and the long black furs curled around her fingers, quivering with tension, her hips thrust forward quickly. The tip ground into his clit and then sunk down into the dog's sex. The soft pink folds parted open and stretched wide to accommodate the fat cock. Mako's eyes fluttered wide, but he stayed frozen; shock, fright, and canine dependencies kept him locked still beneath her force.

Samantha grunted once and hunched further over him, a dot of sweat starting on her temple from the exertion of stuffing herself into the tight snatch of the bitch beneath her. "Well, let's see you cheat on me now, ignore me for some skank when you're fat with puppies! Filled to the brim with spunk and plump with pups! Your belly will drag, my bitch!" Her hips picked up, slapping into the upturned backside of Mako's ass, making it jiggle slightly while his head sunk to the ground, embarrassed and overpowered with the dominance of the female-turned-herm.

"Let's see you compliment some girls teeth when you're dripping with cum! Oozing with my spunk. I'll mark you, Mako. You'll never leave me again. Never betray me. Once you've had a litter of puppies, you won't be escaping me. Another stud won't even want a bitch as used as you'll be. I'm going to rip you in half, Mako. See how it feels for you!" Her voice rang out in his ears, echoing back while his mind reeled in disbelief. She was hurt, he understood that, but he underestimated the anger one girl could carry.

When the fatter start of her knot pumped into the stretched hole of the female's sex, Mako yowled out into the air-his whimpers finally breaking out from the back of his throat with an echoing call. The cry warbled out into the air of the garden, echoing through the neighborhood with the obvious sounds of dogs mating. While he cried out into the air, his vision blurred. Tears pricked the corners, a human reaction that lingered with him even as a dog. The liquid skewed his vision and left Samantha's smirking grin foggy over his shoulder, swimming in his eyes with the color of the grass once his head ducked down, ashamed.

Samantha grinned grimly, fucking him harder out of emotional passion than of sexual desire. Her hips slapped steadily onto his hips, rocking him forward towards the grass with each upwards thrust. Her voice grew rougher, more a growl than words. "I can keeps tabs on you easier if you're here, fat with puppies to carry and feed. You can take care of them and their needs while I work and provide for you, my woman." She paused, grinning maliciously, "My bitch."

Her breathing, thick and heavy, echoed in his ears. The hard pants filled his mind with the slapping of her hips to his as the backbeat. Mako couldn't hear his own yowling when her knot pushed to his lips and forced them to stretch another slight bit. Only the raspy hitches of her voice and her body smashing into his was heard, overpowering even his own thoughts. "Don't think it'll be easy. I want our puppies to have lots of brothers and sisters. Plentiful playmates. Lots of litters for you to haul in your dragging belly." Her hips slammed forward over and over, every thrust sending another tuft of fur shooting out from her back, her calf, or her wrist. The fur worked out from its various starting points and spread out over her body, re-coating her in the lush clock of midnight-black fur.

With a jerk of her hips and a deep grunt into Mako's drooped, folded ears, Samantha pushed her fat knot to his stretched sex, forcing the pink muscle to give around the fist sized mass that locked them together before her cock spurted with thick spunk. The spray splashed through his fresh insides and painted the pink flesh with a creamy white that oozed up to the seal of the fat knot. For a moment, she paused panting over him before her hips started again. Gently at first, she tugged at the knot, working herself the small bit she could rock and shift her hips with the pair sealed together, but as the knot began to inflate, her thrusting restarted with the same vigor of before, slapping into him as if they'd never paused.

Once the knot pulled back to restart a fresh slam into him, the mess of cum dribbled out partly. Droplets of white clung onto Mako's wispy thigh fur and messied it with a sticky, tangled mass of knots. With the second round, her hips repeated the same exhaustless pounding of the first round till the knot re-slammed into him, with less resistance this time but with the same tight seal once it popped into the tight passage. As a second dose of cum pumped into the female, a thick, twitching tail shot out from the girl's spine while her hunched back slowly shifted into a lowered stance while legs gripped up around Mako's back.

The second round morphed into a third, with the same rocking motion working the fat cock into Mako's stretched snatch, though the force didn't slap with an echoing force into his hips. Samantha's taunting voice fell silent in place of hoarse grunting and heavy breathing that rustled the fur of his ears while her own seemed to melt up to her hair and fold back with a determined expression. The third dump of cum dribbled out around the girl's knot, while what remained inside sloshed with the little, eager jolts of Sam's instinctual thrusts. The little rocks forward only brought weak, tired whines from the female beneath while Mako's expression drooped with exhausted compliance. Following the third round, Samantha paused, even pulling out for a moment to stretch her digigrade legs back in a small push back before starting zealously again. Samantha's grunts grew harder with forced exertion while her breathing got louder and huffed into Mako's ears.

With the fourth, smaller filling, Samantha slumped forward into Mako's form beneath her with a soft sigh. Her body, fully formed into a male German Shepherd with a matching black coat to her mated female, sunk onto him like a heavy blanket. The two, both too exhausted to remember their emotions from the start of the extended rutting, fell asleep tangled together.

Shalia, checking on the two sleeping canines smiled to herself, pleased that her unorthodox "lesson" was being progressively driven further and further into Mako's being. She allowed the two a nap, but as the afternoon dipped into the pale, thinning light of approaching night she nudged Mako's hindfoot, splayed out behind him with exhausted carelessness to wake the dog up. The two roused groggily and ambled onto eight paws total, blinking until the leashes held in each of Shalia's hands focused in their views. "Time for your evening walk!"she chirped with a wave of the leashes in the air. Both tired from sleep tipped their heads forward calmly and accepted the leashes, though as the clasped clicked with a metallic snap Mako regretted his docile acceptance.

Again, he followed on tether, paraded down the sidewalk now in the growing bath of moonlight instead of afternoon sun. The pace was slower than Daralyn's jog, giving Mako a chance to lift his curious, twitching canine nose to the air. The rush of scents overwhelmed him momentarily, making it hard to discern one from the other, but after they rounded the corner of the block he'd begun to sift through the different, intense aromas. Beside him, the strong scent of Shalia's perfume intermixed with the scent of musky male wafting from his dirty thighs and Sam's crotch. Those scents clouded his mind; feminine perfume of romance and seduction dancing with the masculine musk of sex and lust. Tipping his nose slightly to catch the breeze, Mako sucked in a fresh crop of innocent smells. A family's barbeque and burning steaks filled his nostrils, flowers and bee pollen tickled the coal-like blob, and fried chicken and garlicy bread wafted out from the nearest restaurant.

As though she too smelled the distant eatery, Shalia drew on hand to her stomach- the sudden movement giving a small tug on Mako's collar and making his attention jump up to her. She rubbed over the flat front of her abdomen with a little whine, "I could use something to eat." She commented, before patting on Samantha's head and bumping her thigh into Mako's side. "What do you think guys of a little trip out to eat? Maybe I'll even feed you some scraps for being so good!"

At the mention of scraps, Sam's tail started to dance and sway in a delighted wag, but Mako's sunk lowered and his ears twitched with irritation. She expected him to eat her leftovers? What she couldn't or wouldn't eat would be dropped off of her dirty plate onto what, a floor for him to pluck up and eat? Mako scowled inwardly and turned away his nose, disgusted. Shalia only grinned knowingly before entering an outdoor eatery and waving a hand to select a table.

"Hello, Miss. Welcome to Bayside Cafe, can I seat you?" A grinned waitress greeted politely, though once she spotted the two German Shepherds her professional demeanor slipped to the side. "Oh! What cute doggies! They look like a little couple! Are they just love birds, or should I say, love pups?!"

Shalia giggled good- naturedly and nodded, "Sure, sure! I think they'd approve of that! Are you two love pups? Do you just love each other! Let's see a doggy kiss! Show the waitress how much you love each other?" Her voice fell into the mushy, babying tone that made Mako shrink back, embarrassed until her hidden command made his ingrained obedience perk up enough to send his gaze swing to the other dog beside him. Sam had eagerly wriggled forward to fulfill their command with her cotton- candy pink tongue unfurling to lap over his muzzle. For a moment, irritation sparked in his mind, but gave way to the playful urge tickling his impulsive mind into returning her "kisses." The tongue briefly hit each other's tongue while they lapped over their slender muzzles until the waitress's delighted giggling distracted them, and they broke apart looking sheepishly to the ground.

In particular, Mako's tail curled between his legs as the human trapped beneath the control of his canine instinct kicked at himself for the behavior. "That was disgusting! And humiliating! Licking at a dog for some waitress's entertainment! What a joke!" But, after a moment, his tail was again wagging behind him, eager to continue on this outdoor adventures of sights and smells.

"That was just the cutest thing! I've never seen such sweet German Shepherds!" The waitress exclaimed, obviously forgetting her task of fetching them a table in lieu of fawning over the dogs.

Amused, Shalia smiled with a small crinkle at the edge of her lips. "Would you like to pet them?"

"Oh yes please!"The girl dropped instantly into a squat in front of them and rubbed a hand onto either dog's head. Sam nuzzled into the touch sweetly, but Mako froze as the rich, tangy scent of the female tickled his powerful nose.

Without thinking, Mako's nose dipped down beneath the girl's skirt and traced up the length of her nude pantyhose, sniffing madly as the scent intensified with each closer inch. A surprised squeak shot from the girl's lips and both hands grabbed his head, trying to retrain him, but the eager nose still inched up until a hand swatted sharply against Mako's rump.

"Bad dog!" Shalia snapped, flashing an apologetic look to the waitress whom stumbled to her feet and back into her task of fitting a table for the woman. Mako's head dropped shamefully while he felt his cheeks burn beneath his fur in a blush.

"What was that?" He demanded of himself, trying to think through a fog of overwhelming scents: the lingering tang of the woman's sex, the plates of food scattered throughout the restaurants on tabletops, and the faint scent of sweat of warm, sun- toasted patrons. In a clash between animalistic impulse and human reason, Mako consistently lost in to the animal in his head, making him hot with shame at the fact.

"Now, let's sit down and see if you can control yourself," Shalia said sternly while they settled into their space of a single- chair table. Without glancing at the menu, Shalia ordered a long island iced tea and leaned back into her chair.

Once off her feet, she let out a deep sigh and stretched her legs out. Samantha settled down onto the cool stone of the patio space, but Mako shuffled around uncomfortable with laying himself onto the ground. He eyed the other patrons untrustingly, feeling as though they judged his human self through his canine shape. With a small glare from Shalia though, he sunk onto the ground with a soft grunt. "That's a good dog," she crooned and used her foot to pet along his back.

Mako shrunk down further, sheepishly hiding his face in his paws while Shalia's petting foot wandered over to Sam's back, making the dog's tail wag with an eager beat. While she sipped her freshly- delivered drink, Shalia ordered the dinner special: a bed of mashed potatoes beneath a large serving of country fried steak all smothered in gravy, for only $11.50! The food came promptly and Shalia's focus shifted to eating, leaving Mako free to peer around the room.

The world was in a foggy state of black- and -white, something Mako just realized now while scrutinizing a plate of salad that appeared to be a multi- gray mass rather than the greens and oranges and reds of lettuce and peppers and tomatoes. He blinked with the strange viewpoint, instead breathing in through his nose for the enhanced sense. Instantly, the gray salad offered a crisp, rain- like scent with the sweetness of peppers on the edge of his nose. Also, he smelled the pungent bleu cheese drizzled over top and the woman's freshly laundered clothes. Mako turned his face towards his paws with a small grunt, suddenly overwhelmed with his view of the world limited to its smells.

Before self- pity settled in too deep, a sudden smell exploded in his mind as the wide oval- shaped plate Shalia's dinner had arrived on was placed on the ground. A smear of mashed potatoes covered the middle of the glass and gravy puddled over it. Instantly, both dogs pushed forward with tongues outstretched to the plate.

In the back of his mind, Mako felt embarrassment tingling from the animalistic display of uncontrollable impulse, but it was covered with a sense of eager joy at the taste of human food intermingling with the wet grazes from Samantha's tongue across the plate from him. Their tongues touched constantly from either side of the plate, a swipe across bearing a blob of gravy and then a dash of saliva from the other canine. As she finished the side plate, it soon joined them to replaced the cleaned off dinner plate. Again, their eager tongues fell together onto the plate, lapping up the leftover juices from vegetables and the crumbs of the biscuit.

Once seated comfortably, her back relaxed into the curve of the chair and her body shaded nicely beneath a small umbrella over the table, Shalia noticed how the heels of her feet ached. With a flick of her ankle, she dropped her shoes off onto the tile. Once off, the shoes gave off the faintest tang of sweat from her feet, intermixed with the clinging scents of what she'd walked through- particularly her garden that she frequented so often. The sweat intermingled with the soft scent of grass and flower petals giving her sweat a sweet undertone that filled Mako's curiously sniffing nose.

With a whine, his nose crinkled back at the scent, not yet placed. Lifting his head, he swung his gaze to where her shoes rested, mere inches from where his head had laid on the cool tile. Instantly at spotting the open sandals, the scent was placed in his mind. The aroma he'd breathed in, enjoying its slight tang was not another food, nor an interesting perfume, but a pair of sweaty shoes sitting inches from his face. A deep blushed colored his cheeks and he hurriedly looked away. However, his embarrassment didn't escape Shalia, never would escape Shalia.

"Aren't dogs usually enticed by the smell of sweat? It's salty, you'd like it!" She urged, lifting up one of her feet. While she held it up, she rolled her ankles and stretched out the knuckles in her foot. Her skin was tanned, lightly crossed with a pale streak from where the sandal usually covered. From her toes, the scent of sweat was lighter, but fresher. The scent of grass that was on her sandals didn't exist on the flesh of her foot and instead left only the salty tang of human sweat.

Looking away, Mako closed his eyes and ignored her, trying to block out the mind- clouding scent of her. Samantha, however, was unwilling to see him get away with anything, and she leaned over to her mistress's foot with an outstretched tongue as if to show Mako the correct method. Her head nudged into his, pushing the side of his muzzle against her foot while the long appendage of her tongue stretched past his nose and grazed over plump, pink toes.

Seeing Sam's tongue out seemed to trigger Mako's instincts, sending his own tongue out in hot pursuit for the soft salty tang of sweat. The licking on her sole send a squirming sensation through Shalia's foot, making her giggle loudly.

"Oh it tickles!"

Her outburst brought several pairs of curious stares who peeked beneath the table, spotting the two dogs bathing their owner's feet with their tongues, cleaning off the sheen of sweat and any dust and grime on her heels from the walk there.

Trapped in his own head and looking out, Mako saw their stares with humiliated horror. Some faces held amusement, laughing at the display. Others even pointed, snapping a picture of their cell phone to send off to a friend, "Lookit! How cute!"

Mako's cheeks burned. People were laughing at him! They were pointing! Starring as his tongue bathed his neighbor's foot. Knowing how he felt, Shalia only urged his instincts on. She spread her toes slightly, inviting their tongues to dip in between where pocket fuzz and sweat collected. The taste of her was richer and the salt had more bite. Jealous of Mako's relationship with her owner, Samantha doubled her efforts, trying to push him off of the sweaty foot they shared, making Shalia laugh softly.

"Oh Sammy, Sweetie. Don't be jealous! You'll always be my number one pet!" The words seem to please the dog, who eased back and allowed Mako equal share of their mistress's sole while her own tongue started to stray onto Mako's face, licking him sloppily in an attempt to bond in their shared moment. The wet slurping made Mako blush, but he was so focused on Shalia's foot that he didn't stop to react.

"You're such good puppies! Cleaning off mommy's feet like that!" A passing walker on the sidewalk leaned over the fence with a grinning smile, as though she was giving out praise, but to Mako the words stung. He wasn't a puppy cleaning his "mommy's" feet! He had pride! Self- control! His human side was intact trapped beneath the guise of a dog! Yet, as he surfaced from his rant, Mako felt toes pushing his muzzle away.

"Dog! Control yourself! I said enough!" Shalia snapped at him, making it clear to him and anyone else listening that he didn't, in fact, have self control to control his canine desires. Sheepishly, his head touched back to the floor and Mako tried, once again, to block out his surroundings.

Just as he'd begun to relax again and the blush eased off beneath his fur, Shalia dropped her bare feet onto his stomach. With a little unf, they plopped in a pair down onto the plush fur of the expanse of his equally plush gut. Like a foot cushion, his side kept her feet up off the cold tile of the patio floor and instead of the chilled night air that'd surround her feet if she set them onto his sandals, his soft fur settled up around her toes in a heated, cozy embrace. While her dessert; a fluffy, rich tiramisu lowered onto the table, Shalia began to work her toes down into the soft, plush fur. Her ankles did the work, twisting her feet side to side, pivoting on her heel. The action drove her foot down into his stomach, pushing onto the sensitive softness of his midsection while her toes burrowed down with the digging motion of her heels. Feeling the heat of his fur starting to cover her feet, Shalia gave a little, content sigh through barely parted lips; her relaxation showed plainly on her face, lips parted slightly and eyes drooping while she sat back in her chair. Mako, on the other hand, was forced to remain on his side, leaving him with the fluff of his stomach exposed and the little pink splotches of his nipples out in the open of the cool air exposed to the passing walkers on the sidewalk just outside the restaurant's seating area. Embarrassment freshly flooded him at the position, and he scowled with the demeaning position as a mere foot rest. Beside him, laying her head daintily onto her paws with her limbs tucked beneath her neatly, Samantha grinned with canine glee, delighted in his embarrassing predicament.

Once her heels settled, Shalia's toes pressed deeper into the fur, creating little pond shapes in the thick fur where she pressed her big toe. She rocked her feet slightly, massaging her toes down into the flesh beneath his fur where his heat radiated out from. Said fur flattened beneath her feet, first from the pressure and weight of her feet alone, but then secondly from the slight dampness of the woman's feet. The slight bit of remaining sweat from her feet being stuck into her sandals until now and the wetness from their saliva soaked down into his fur. At first, only the tips of his fur flattened down, but as her feet rested on his stomach longer, the wetness seeped down till her sweat and his own saliva, mixed in with Samantha's, wettened his skin giving it a chill. The rubbing motion of her feet, slow and idle as she began to focus on eating her dessert instead of tormenting him rubbed the wetness onto his fur. The scent of her feet, sweaty and dusted with the dirt from the path, clung onto his back, dirtying him as one dirties a true foot cushion. The comparison made Mako's cheeks blush once again beneath his fur, sharp and hot with the sting of humiliation.

As always, Shalia had a radar for moment's of weakness. "You're such a good little cushion for my feet. It feels so nice to put them up off the ground, and to rub off the slippy spit from your two crazy doggies licking my feet so much!" She giggled lightly, as though her teasing was all in good fun, only an owner murmuring to her pets. "I hope you don't mind the dirt from the path! It always sticks to my feet! Of course you don't mind though, 'cuz your just my little seat cushion!"

Mako's cheeks flamed. While the blush was hidden beneath his fur, the intensity of the heat radiating off from his skin was impossible to ignore. Everything in his mind focused on the feeling of sickening, low-in-the-gut embarrassment. She was pushing his buttons, of course. He knew she was mocking him, rubbing it in what he'd done to himself with his betrayal. The weight of her feet, pushing down onto his back like he was a piece of furniture reminded him of his new place every second; nonetheless, he felt anger bubbling up in his chest. Anger at her for purposefully teasing him, tormenting him, pushing every button she knew to push.

"I wish I had found you earlier to be my cute little cushion!"

"I am NOT your cushion! I am a HUMAN! You are a monster! Get your feet off me and stop doing this to me!" Mako shouted, but to every human, except for Shalia, his shouting came out only as a dog's explosive barking. "Someone help me, please! She's absolutely CRAZY! Can't anyone understand me at all!?"

Before he could react, Shalia's hand sharply dropped onto his muzzle in a sharp snap, "No bark."

Stunned, Mako fell silent, staring up with huge eyes at Shalia's hand still hovering slightly away from his nose. His shock kept him silent, and diffused his anger while she continued.

"No speak. You know better than that! You're a bad dog, a bad dog! No more barking." Her voice wasn't girlish and playful now, it was harsh and scolded as she chastised her dog. Coupled with her scolding, her feet pressed in harder as though she no longer had any consideration for how hard she pressed her feet down onto his stomach and bladder. As her toes scrunched into the fur and rubbed along his belly, trying to generate more heat for her bare feet, she grazed one of the small nubs of the nipples that marched down the length of his chest in neat pairs. The first grazing touch passed quickly for Mako, barely noticeable when compared to the heft of the rest of her foot on his bladder. For Shalia though, her interest perked up at the same time the little nip did. The nub hardened between her toes, and for a brief moment the rush of blood to the little bead let out a small burst of extra heat on her toes. That small burst of heat warmed her toes considerably; Shalia, curious if the heat really was caused by her touch, ran her big toes against the pink nub again, this time purposefully. Again, the touch brought with it an uptick in temperature.

Satisfied that she'd pinpointed the cause, Shalia sifted her toes through his fur for another of his several nipples, finding one when it nudged beneath her pinky toe- already starting to harden with her gentle, grazing touch.

"Someone is sensitive..." Shalia crooned, teasingly dropping her words to Mako alone. He continued to ignore her, but his cheeks flushed, and the blush quickly spread down his neck.

Shalia grinned deviantly, scooting her toes around the selected little nub, tightening them into a slight grip before she pinch at the soft appendage. Again, she felt the heating function of the little nips, but she also felt a zing of delight at teasing Mako once again. Between her toes, she pinched and rolled the nipple until she saw Mako's muzzle twitch, forcing him to pay attention and to feel her.

"I said, someone is sensitive." Shalia demanded, this time leaving no question that she wanted to be recognized for having spoken. This time, Mako glanced up briefly, giving her a spiteful looking.

Smirking, Shalia responded by twisting the nipple between her toes and tweaking it with a tug as her feet moved on. The tough play sent chills down the dog's spine, starting with a tingle in his groin that spread as Shalia found the tortured nipple's matching partner and began to the process again, tugging the nipple up and grinding her rough skin over the sensitive flesh till it throbbed with warm heat and the pulse of his heartbeat. Slowly, leisurely, she worked down the rows on his chest, each one heating her feet further and adding to the sensitivity of Mako's groin, now shiny with wetness.

"Mmm, I've never had a cushion before that heats up so well!" Shalia murmured, acting as though she was only talking to herself now, while in fact her words and their accompanying smirk were directed to Mako below her. Knowing her intentions, his cheeks darkened even more into a rich, red sheen beneath his fur, further heating his skin which seemed only a bitter piece of irony considering what she had chosen to tease him about.

Feeling their intention and immediately intrigued, Samantha raised herself from the ground to trot closed, seeing Shalia's toes tugging up a little nipple while several pairs she'd already touched sat raised and visible, rimmed in white targets. Her tongue lashed out over an exposed, stiff nipple making Mako whine with the sudden sensation. Now instead of only Shalia's feet, Sam's tongue also began to follow behind her, lapping over the heated, fruity tasting nipples. While she licked, she shuffled closer so that she actually stood over top of Mako's face, as though oblivious that he was there. If he looked up, Mako saw the sheath of her cock, red tip jutting out with interest.

"Aww that's so sweet! Your man is taking care of you! Does that feel good, girly? I bet it does feel good! Doesn't it? Oh yes it does, Oh yes it does" Shalia crooned, voice sickly sweet. Mako growled, but he couldn't deny her words to himself. His crotch gleamed with slick excitement and the soft, spicy scent of his female sex danced in the air, intriguing Sam over top to shift away to jam her nose between his thighs onto his wet folds. Wanting to make him even more sensitive to Sam's explorative tongue and to her own tugging, Shalia waved her hand with a soft, mumbled spell that began to swell up his nipples, extending them further so that rather that be simple noticeable in their little, white circles they were unmissable, poking out from his chest as though he'd just fed a litter of puppies. While before they were buds, they appeared to had blossomed into plump, extended nipples that begged to be tugged, grabbed, twisted, and jerked.With two careful toes, Shalia gripped onto one of his extended nipples and gave her handiwork a little tug. Mako's reaction was an immediate tremble while confusion swam in his face. How had she made him feel even more tense and sensitive?! It felt impossible to keep a grip on the need he felt; every tug seemed to pull out a string of the fabric of his restraint, weakening his resolve to keep his body in check. Smirking, she gripped the nipple tighter, giving a slow twist that slowly incorporated the entire appendage, making Mako's breath tremor.

Then, Shalia's heels lifted and then shuffled over a pair of nipples, dropping onto them and grinding her rough heels down, rubbing both nipples at once trapped beneath the flesh of her heel. With her toes, at the same time, she tugged on the opposing pair, tugging them up and twisting them easily due to their larger size.

"Aroo!" Mako yipped suddenly, shocked while a previously tugged nipple suddenly felt a pair of testing teeth squeezing on either side in a little nibble. Shalia, not missing a beat, smacked his muzzle sharply once again. The noise of it echoed once, grabbing the attention of a bypassing woman who starred with surprise at Mako's large nipples. "My oh my!" she exclaimed and said candidly, as old woman can, "That bitch was made for breeding and feeding!"

Ignoring the passerby, Shalia snapped "I said no bark! Cushions don't bark and good dogs don't either!"

Embarrassed and aroused, Mako's head swam with words. The old woman's voice echoed while the sting of Shalia's scolding smack lingered. "That bitch..." he thought, grimacing. Is that what I really am? A bitch meant to be used as a cushion? With a need to be filled with cum? Stuffed to the brim and bred? Instantly, the very idea of breeding made Mako feel light headed with desire as he hid his face against the cold tile and clenched in his thighs in an attempt to close his groin off from the air. Except, the prodding nose that only made the situation worse. However, the move was a mistake as Shalia instantly caught on.

"Oh? Is someone a little extra sensitive, hmm?" She murmured, trapping a stiff, already throbbing nipple between two toes and twisting it slightly, making Mako whimper while his crotch throbbed needily like a true bitch's would. Losing in to embarrassment, his ears folded down to his head with her words. Desperation setting in, Mako squirmed beneath her in an attempt to dislodge her feet from his back and end her teasing, but instead it only tugged sharply on the nipple she held and made her laugh, redoubling the pressure on his teats.

"Nuh uh uh... Be a good doggy!" She scolded, tugging up on his nipple sharply with a bite of pleasure that started a small leak from his crotch, dribbling his natural honey onto the fur of his thighs. The leakage released his scent, rich and tangy into the air to intermix with the scents of food and drink for Sam to breath in, catching her attention quickly.

Nose suddenly flaring with her interest, Sam gave his thigh a lick and perked up, moving her tongue right to the source, slurping right from the source. The sudden lick scent a bolt of pleasure through Mako's crotch, throbbing through his lower lips while he tried to close his thighs again, only making the chase more intriguing for Sam's battling tongue to force its way into the space of his snatch. Sam's lick grew harsher, less patient until a glare from Shalia had her returning to the more innocent game of teasing Mako's nipple instead of being so openly lewd.

Again, Shalia's feet and Sam's tongue worked side by side, this time with each nipple already hard, throbbing with needy sensation while his crotch ached wantingly.

"Do you like that Mako? Can you feel how sensitive your little nipples are? I can't wait until you produce milk and I can squeeze out little dribbles of milk from you!" She giggled to herself, delighted by Mako's embarrassment.

Mako clenched his jaw, teeth hard pressed together while his legs tried to lock in on his sex to control the building pressure, but alas he struggled to maintain the control. His crotch throbbed, ached, no burned for relief. His flesh seemed to pulsate with the desire to be touch, to feel some relief from the insane desire that built in his needy snatch, making even the dance of the wind on his thigh, when coupled with Shalia continued torment, something that caught his breath in his throat. He bit his lip, panting out onto the tile while his "owner" beamed from above, delighted with herself and the situation.

"You look so happy, puppy!" She giggled, running her heel down the length of his chest, catching each stiff nipple with a lingering grinding sensation before she focused on one of the upper pairs. "You secretly love it don't you? You love being an ottoman, don't you? Feeling my feet on you? Getting your little nips teasing?Shalia's feet continued to tease him until their waitress scurried towards their table, cheeks flushed and eyes wide and round in her head. At her side, her hands fluttered side to side with a thick towel.

"M-Ma'am, your doggy is... uhmm... leaking onto the floor. I'll, uh... I'm just going to clean it up for you!" Sneaking back to his crotch while the waitress dropped to her knees with glowing alacrity, Samantha spotted the little puddle of eager leakage beneath Mako's thigh. Grinning with her muzzle parted, she slashed her tongue out through the liquid before the waitress's towel could beat her to the fragrant, dirty substance.

Smirking, Shalia rubbed her toes up Mako's neck, feeling the heat of his blush and denying him even the respect of letting him hide his embarrassment. "Naughty, naughty puppy! Did you make a mess? Looks like Sam wants to clean up the mess! Does it taste good, girl?" Shalia giggled.

While fighting to clean up the mess with Sam's tongue darting back and forth, catching droplets as they dropped off from Mako's lower lips, the waitress blushed as dark as Mako did. With a moment of action, she pushed Sam's head out of the way and swiped up the last of the puddle, leaning over to reach all of the mess out from beneath Mako's thigh. While she cleaned, Shalia gave one last tug on a pert, little nipple, and suddenly, a jet of liquid squirted out from Mako's sex, splatting onto the waitress's cheek with a little splat.

"Oh!" She gasped, running a hand across her cheek with a shocked slack-jawed look.

Shalia, shocked even herself, starred. "Oh dear... What a naughty puppy I have. I promise you a nice trip after that little accident!" While her mistress made her amends, Sam made amends of her own with a eager, wet lick over the girl's cheek, cleaning off the squirted mess.

"Oh my! Looks like Sam took care of you! It must have been those sensitive little nipples of his! You don't worry, sweetie! We'll take care of you!" She laughed warmly, fishing out a $20 bill from her purse while the waitress wobbled out from under the table, looking unsure and scared.

Paid extra and with a fragrant towel, The waitress scurried off leaving Shalia eating once again, with each bite of her dessert, she tipped her head back a bit and drew her tongue along the silver surface of the spoon. Samantha watched her with an awed expression of desire, eagerly awaiting the moment that the plate was given to them to clean. Mako, on the other hand, glared each time he saw Shalia's tongue clean off the surface off the utensil, giving him panging memories of sensuous pornographic videos that intermixed with his feelings of disgust at being used as a piece of living, canine furniture to create a unique mixture of upset arousal.

While Mako perfected a look of distaste in his dark, doggy eyes, a group of children shyly crept to the edge of Shalia's table, fingering the hems of their shirts with anxious glances back to their parents for approval before looking to her with curious eyes. "W-we noticed your pretty dogs, may we pet them?"

Shalia smiled happily before nodding, "Of course! That's not a problem at all, sweeties! Go right ahead!" A hand grazed the top of Sam's head gently. Rather than a hand on his head, Mako instead had Shalia's feet rubbing harder on his side to refer to where he laid beneath the table forced on his side to support Shalia's aging feet.

The children respectfully received permission , and then, descended onto the dogs with an eager ferocity. They encircled around where Sam laid and dug their miniature fists down into the thick dark fur, petting through it. Oozing stains and sticky splotches on their skin caught gently on her fur and left divots and tangles while their fingers combed through sloppily. The force of the explorations rolled the dog over onto her side further, leaning right onto Mako so that Shalia's feet pressed into him on one side and the weight of Sam's body weighed down on the the other.

While their explorations continued, the children grew more comfortable in Sam's docile nature and trusted her further to not react to their rough playing, so their hands grew more confident. Fingers delved down into her fur deeper, now with the goal of brushing to the softest fluff down against her skin. Dirty fingernails, with deep stuffed down beneath the protruding ridge, dragged through Sam's plush fluff and grazed on her skin. The touch of the nails tickled on Sam's skin and made her roll more into Mako's side. Her squirming pushed him further into the heft of Shalia's feet on his stomach. The painted toes of the older woman squished into his soft stomach and kneaded on the flesh.

Desperate for escape from beneath her feet, Mako eyed Shalia's progress on her dessert. Once she finished, he hoped to leave the restaurant and his position beneath her cracked heels. With about a third of the fluffy slice of dessert still on her plate, Shalia's bite slowed to a leisurely crawl. Her eyes scanned across the restaurant, people- watching while she slowly transferred the bite from the slope of her spoon to press to the roof of her mouth. She eyed a young couple tucked out of view of the more conservative families gathered. The pair stretched across their small, circular table and grasped hands. Their forks lifted bites to each others mouths, each equally servicing either of them. Shalia subtly watched their affection, glancing down to the pair of canines at her feet. Briefly, unbeknownst to the impatient Mako or the extremely patient Sam, she imagined the pair at her feet instead on either side of their own small circle, sharing bites of pasta and feeding each other buttered baguettes with goofy smiles and kisses swapped as frequently as bites. Beneath her vengeful lesson, she desired for the two to come together like the affectionate, young couple. She wanted Sam to experience the flutter of butterflies that comes with a game of footsy, and she wanted Mako to feel the zing of delight when a taste of cheesecake came paired with a gently kiss.

Her daydreaming saw the finale of her dessert and Mako, still watching for that exact event, eagerly shifted beneath her feet with anticipation of their exit, but as her fork settled down onto the small, glass plate the waitress appeared with a glittering smile. "Ma'am, would you like a complimentary newspaper?" Her hands held out the carefully folded papers in offering, the front headline advertised, "New Disease in our Parks?" with an accompanying picture of a dog being inspected for the ticks that spread the new malady. "Local German Shepherd inspected for the ticks that follow the maternal line by tree expert."

Seeing the photograph, Shalia leaned in and smirked broadly. "I would absolutely love a paper!"

Once the waitress had delivered the paper and scurried off, Shalia brought the picture up for closer inspection and revealed, sure enough, the photograph captured Mako in German Shepherd form with his father's hands delving towards his inner thighs "inspecting" for ticks. The photograph had been taken mere moments before Mako had cum onto his father's hands and with a disdainful glance up, he swore he saw the clenched look of attempted self- restraint on his face.

Shalia, connecting the same dots Mako did, grinned. "Someone got captured on film before they came for daddy, huh?" She murmured, sounding as though she was talking to herself when she was in fact referring to Mako beneath her.

He whimpered, embarrassed, and Shalia settled back into the chair to enjoy the paper. Her feet pressed further forward into his fur. The heels dug down harder along the curve of his stomach, pressing to the sensitive surface unrelentingly. Leaned back in the chair, more pressure pushed down onto him and he supported more of the weight of her legs- only further trapping him beneath her as a footstool.

While Shalia read, the kids fished out crumbling biscuits from their jeans. Bits of dirt and pocket fluff stuck to the surface of the dog treats collected from who knows where. Nonetheless, when the grubby children held it out the Sam, she gobbled it up without hesitation. She chewed noisily, crunching on the dry treat hard enough the Mako grimaced with disgust.

"Aww look! This doggy looks sad! She wants some too!" One child cried, holding out a sweaty palm to the child with the biscuits to collect what she wanted. Dutifully, a biscuit was shared and stuck into Mako's face. He scowled to the dry, dirty clump, but an urge tickled his mind. The tip of his coal nose twitched eagerly and sucked into the musky, mildly meaty scent of the treat.

"Lookit! He's sniffing it!" A giggle of delight went through the young audience who shuffled closer to Mako. All eyes locked onto his expectantly when the urge to gobble up the treat overtook his disgust and his mouth engulfed the treat. The dry biscuit made him gag as it hit his tongue. The dry crunch of it in his teeth echoed loudly in his skull, even overpowering the noise of the children all around him. The taste was dull while he crunched the treat with his molars, yet he felt a feeling of satisfaction from having it. Behind him, his tail even thumped on the ground thrice.

As soon as he finished one biscuit, another quickly followed and the process of eagerly crunching through the hard, crumbling piece began again. While Sam and Mako both chewed, the children explored the two dogs again.

"This one is a boy!" An exploitative boy announced while his head bobbed inches from Sam's rear end. His finger bravely poked into the sheath that held in Sam's massive genitalia. "See? He has boy bits."

The girl who'd fed Mako earlier, now having used her biscuit up, shuffled to the explorer. "What is it?" She asked, leaning her own eyes down to peer between the dog's thighs to see the plump sheath. Her finger to darted out and poked into it briefly, making Sam twitch slightly though another biscuit shoved towards her nose quickly distracted her once again.

"It's like a baggie, it holds in his wiener." The boy explained proudly, eying the young girl with interest.

The girl oohed with intrigue and poked the furred sack again. "Do all dogs have wieners?" Her fingers petted the short fur of the sheath, enjoying the short velvety nature of it. Perturbed by the touch on her sensitive sheath, Sam squirmed slightly and wriggled into Mako's side.

Straightening up further with pride at his extensive knowledge, the boy shook his head. "Nah, just boy dogs. Boys have wieners; girls have 'ginas."

The girl looked up from her study of Sam's canine genitalia and stared at the boy, Billy. She looked pensive before she parted her lips again to speak. "If boy bits are called wieners; why are hot dogs also called wieners?"

The question stumped the young Einstein, and he fell silent thinking it over. "Maybe it's because they get them from dog wieners!" He offered, looking horrified at the thought. As the memory of every barbeque he'd attended and every hot dog consumed, the boy's face only continued to pale. His female friend squealed with horror.

"I'm never eating another hot dog in my life!" She cried, throwing herself onto Sam's back in a tackling sort of hug. "I won't let them cut your wiener off!"

Jumping into the conversation, another plumper version of Billy- his twin brother, settled beside them. "If Sam has a wiener, does the other one have a 'gina?"

Such an intriguing question coupled with the end of their doggy- biscuit supply, brought all the children's attention. Billy, eager to be the center of attention in their group spoke up eagerly while a hand jabbed a pointing finger to where Mako's privates were exposed, showing the pink folds of his lower lips. "Yeah! She does! It's a boy dog and a girl dog!"

The girl giggled delightfully, "Ooh! Are they a couple?!"

Shalia glanced up from the newspaper at the loud question with a warm smile. "I think they should be, don't you think so?"

"Oh yes! They'd be a great couple! They match! What kind are they?"

"German Shepherds."

The girl clapped with delight. "Ooh! A couple of German Shepherds! They'd be such a good boyfriend and girlfriend!" She leaned towards Samantha's muzzle and stared at her eyes, "Would you be a good man for this pretty lady!" Her fingers dove into Mako's neck and rubbed along his throat before her gaze swiveled to him. "You'd be a good girlfriend, wouldn't you? I bet you would! You'd be such a sweet girl!"

Suddenly realizing something the girl squealed with delight, "They should have puppies! They'd be so cute! Little puppies!" The other children quickly considered this idea and joined in the explosive commentary.

"I want a puppy!"

"Me too!"

The small girl petted Mako's forehead with a serious expression, "She should have little doggies and then give me one."

Shalia chuckled, "Well, puppies are cheaper than kids and this one makes an excellent cushion!" Her toes squeezed together and pressed into his soft stomach and pushed the fur of Mako's coat up between her toes. The heat of the dog's stomach made her sight faintly to herself with quiet delight. "Mmm... I could use this to relax every day after a hard workout..."

The kids eagerly titter amongst themselves at the prospect of puppies while the two dogs blushed ferociously beneath their fur. Mako's skin seemed to burn at the idea of being pregnant coupled with the idea of being a furniture piece. One of the girls procured a stub of crayon and scribbled out the sloppy numbers of her parents' phone number in case of puppies.

"Here, missus! If you do have puppies, can you call us?" She asked sweetly, holding up the napkin with her scribbled note. Shalia smiled at the smudy crayon before giving a little nod and tucking the number into the outer pocket of her purse.

Satisfied, the kids scampered off and narrowly missed slamming into the waitress waiting a few feet from the stairs. Once the area cleared of elementary students, the waitress stepped forward. "Is there anything else I can get you, ma'am?"

Shalia shook her head, "Just the check please."

The waitress nodded once and set the bill down onto the table, and Shalia promptly paid for her meal. Once she'd paid, the dogs' leashes were gathered back into her hand and a small tug drew them up off the floor and the trio returned to the sidewalk.

Once walking, Shalia tugged the napkin out from her purse, studying the crayon scribble. " Maybe I really should keep you like this, there's plenty of reasons to." She glanced down to Mako's doggy face, seeing the start of a pained grimace in his features. "For one, you are a wonderful foot rest! So warm! My feet feel so cozy even now!"

Mako dropped his gaze, trying to block out the woman's quiet, private voice. He felt the heat of a blush starting beneath his fur once again, spreading across his neck and up along his muzzle till it felt like his nose would glow from the heat of it. Not noticing or not caring about his discomfort, Shalia rattled on, "Plus, puppies are so much better than children! Easier to teach! Easier to feed! And if they don't listen, out into the yard they go! Plus, those kids would love to see little pups straight from your big tummy!" She dropped a hand down to pat Mako's plump midsection, making him yip with surprise.

Samantha seemed to beam with the idea of puppies. Her tail wagged madly with each additional reason behind them and she barked agreeingly to punctuate Shalia's monoloque.

Shalia laughed at Samantha's bark, patting her on the head. "You wanna give him some puppies do you?" She laughed heartily, embarrassing Samantha that a relative silence settled amongst the trio till they arrived home.

At the edge of the backyard, Samantha began to fidget. Her paws skittered on the grass as she walked in a wobble, too busy staring up at Shalia looking for her attention to glance at the long strands of grass catching onto her dainty ankles. When Shalia remained lost in thought, the German Shepherd nudged her head into the woman's knee, earning her the attentive pair of eyes she worked for.

She met Shalia's attention with wide, pleading eyes while a whine streamed from her lips in a slow note as though the string had been drawn on a violen. At the noise, Shalia's nose crinkled with concern, "What is it, dear?"

Samantha's muzzle twitched, as though trying to work in a way unaccustomed to it before she whispered, in a rough, faint tone, "The thing..."

Her cryptic words met a dangling silence that dropped as Shalia's head jerked back slightly and both brows furrowed with thought, "What thing?"

"The thing... you know... that human girls do..." Her feet shuffle again across the grass, this time from discomfort rather than distraction. Shyly, her eyes skimmed over to Mako, lingering on him for a short beat.

Shalia watched the invisible path of the girl's eyes before she perked up, "Oh yes! The thing!" She spun on a heel like a ballerina lost in the dance of her show and a hand swept up in a subtle point in his direction before a itching burn poured over Mako's tongue. The surface seemed to crawl with the itch, a bubbling, needy sensation of heat.

Gasping shortly, Mako leapt towards the water bowl against the house with the tip of the hose lounging in it as a perpetual bather. Mako plunged his burning tongue into the cold water, yet even beneath the clear surface it still seemed to crawl with the unrelenting burn of... something.

Thinking perhaps it was only an extreme thirst, Mako frantically shaped his tongue into a bowl, trying to mimic the flawless way dogs scooped the water up, though his only success was more splashing until the instinctual manner of drinking seemed to melt into his mind and he lapped up the water greedily, but to no avail.

Mako's eyes shifted questioning to Shalia and her smile confirmation his suspicions of her. A deviant glow shone from her eyes and the tight corner of her smirk sealed the package. With a wink, she pointed towards Samantha's crotch where her large cock peeked from it's furred covering. "Only a particular substance can quench that ache in your tongue..."

As though copying her former mistress-turned-mastermind accomplice, Samantha grinned to Mako deviously, pushing her hips forward as if to tempt his desire with the side of the pointed, red tip- an oozing stick of lipstick ready to be applied.

Turning towards the house to excuse herself, Shalia glanced back over one shoulder with the same taunting grin painted over her lips, "No worries, Mako. It's perfectly natural for a bitch to want to please and maintain her husband."

As Shalia's footsteps softened and faded from earshot, Mako felt himself propelled forward towards the tip of Samantha's waiting cock. The tapered tip twitched slightly, the rest still within her furred sheath. Once close enough, Mako's head sunk down to her thigh, briefly nuzzling to the fur before his lips touched to the tip, like a kiss. His demeanor seemed to convey an unspoken thank-you while his mind spun with the burning in his tongue.

No longer was his desire to please Samantha irritating, but it had become necessary. He felt like without her cock, his tongue would a be alight and the desire would burn him alive, thus he unconsciously thanked her, nuzzling to her thigh and affectionately easing into his needy "meal." Thanking finished, his lips parted hungerly around the red tip and sunk down over her head. Instantly, both sides of his mouth closed in tightly, suckling along the first inch of Samantha's length.

The girl shuddered and both eyes flew open. While she'd expected the experience to be pleasurable, the sensation of Mako's hot mouth tightening around her, suckling needily at the head of the gigantic, but highly sensitive tip sent lightening down her spine. Faintly she whimpered, cooing for the bitch to continue.

And continue he did. With the burning itch still on his tongue, his energetic suckling wasn't enough to sate his thirst for her, so his tongue soon joined, lapping up along the growing amount of exposed cock flesh. Each lick felt like a gulp of cold water, momentarily cooling the fire in his mouth, but once his tongue receded off her skin the itch returned, revitalized.

Slurping noisily and licking without shame, Mako's head bobbed down over Samantha's thick shaft. His lips, wrapped tightly around her girth in a tight scukle with his tongue inside, slurping madly, pushed down the skin of her sheath so it bunched just beneath her bulbous knot- still small at the current point. With the length of his muzzle, Mako worked to fit the entirety of the girl's cock, up to the knot, inside his mouth allowing the entire surface of her sensitive, hot skin to sate his burning desire. Each time he bobbed back down, the tip of her cock kissed the back of his throat and he retreated again, popping off from her length for a mere fraction of a second before his tongue was lapping over the flesh again, cleaning off his own saliva shamelessly.

Samantha leaned back partly, watching Mako's display of submission with a mixture of shock and awe. Her mouth hung partway open and her bottom lip twitched with the soft phants that danced over the loose appendage. Her breathing came in warbling shakes intermixed with puppy- like whines of delight. Though while she enjoyed herself, Samantha also watched Mako. She stared down at the mess of his mouth, the state of hunger in his eyes. The intensity of his stare matched that of an addict. Both eyes stared down at his task while he seemed oblivious that he was making a mess of himself. Saliva dripped off of the hair on his chin and oozed out of the corner of his mouth, and each breath he took was short and hoarse like a man lost in the desert.

Suddenly gasping, Samantha felt the first spurt of pre- cum leave her cock and splash to the back of Mako's throat in the deep dive over her crotch. Instantly, the bitch quivered with delight and moaned over his flesh. At last, something seemed to help the burn in his tongue. His suckling grew harder and his tongue twisted around her tip, trying to force out more of the saltine spray.

Moaning herself, Samantha complied with his wishes. Pre- cum oozed from her tip copiously, leaking like a facet once it had started. Starving for the relief that came in the form of her salty goop of pre- cum, Mako sucked the substance down with his mouth constricting like a vacuum. Quivering, Samantha suddenly gasped and her body stiffened.

Oblivious to her impending orgasm, Mako continued in his haze of desire until a sudden explosion of cum hit his tongue. The substance splashed into his mouth, smearing onto the insides of his cheek and along the roof of his mouth before it oozed towards the back of his throat.

The burning sensation at last eased off and disappeared, and Mako slumped into the grass between Samantha's legs, breathing with nearly closed eyes. While Mako seemed to check out from the situation, Samantha's body began to shift. Her fur fell off onto the grass and slowly exposed the smooth, pale porcelain of her skin before as a human. The same black hair stretched down from her scalp and hung over the shape of her bare breasts.

Watching from the slits of his barely open eyes, Mako returned to his conscious mind. The salt taste of spunk lingering in his mouth, Mako winced with shame settling in. "I just sucked her cock..." Mako thought to himself, though the words barely registered before a crash of thunder broke through the sky and the pounding bullets of a rainstorm sudden broke through the sky.

"I think we did enough for the day!" Samantha chirped, beaming with lingering pleasure and the delight of having Mako deliver said pleasure. "Let's go inside!"

Mako blinked, and although a lingering of feeling of distaste both literally for the taste of jizz and for himself, relief took precedence as he began to trot towards Shalia's house. Before Mako had even gone a foot, Samantha's shrill yip of a laugh broke the air.

"Not there, Silly! OUR house!" Her hand jabbed through the air towards her dog house, nestled back in the garden, surrounded by an explosion of flowers, giddy in the fresh rain falling onto them.

Mako's jaw sunk down, surprised. His paws froze in the grass and he stopped walking entirely. Realization of her words sunk in slowly, sending his tail beneath his legs. Samantha merely shook her head with amusement and grabbed onto the scruff of his neck. Her fingers gripped tight, leaving no room for disobedience, but Mako didn't have any to give anyways.

At the open arch "doorway" of the doghouse, Samantha paused to drop to her knees. Her bare, human butt swayed in front of Mako's nose while she tried to find a comfortable way to shimmy inside the cramped space of the dog house. For a moment, a blank stare held his face before Mako's nose twitched with interest and dipped down towards the pale flesh of her butt and her dog cock beneath, this time of his own control.

Perhaps it was a lingering bit of Shalia's enchantment or perhaps true desire took ahold of Mako for a split second, but his tongue darted out and stroked a long lick over the smooth, rounded shape of the girl's ass. While Samantha froze with shock, Mako's tongue worked down to the musky balls that peeked out between the girl's thighs. The juxtaposition of the feminine curves and plush thighs with a manly, musky pair of balls only excited Mako further as his nose snuffled down into the rich scent. His mind clouded and the lingering shame he felt from early faded while a desire of his own intermixed with natural bitch tendencies and drove him to lick along her balls eagerly.

For a moment, Samantha let him toy with her, but then a hand swatted sharply at his nose. "Bad dog! Control yourself!" She snapped, though she hid the edge of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

Mako's head drooped obediently while both ears dropped as well. He whimpered with apology and looked longingly at the girl's nude body. Chuckling, Samantha made it the rest of the way into the house and leaned against the back wall. "Come here, Mako! If you be a good doggy and listen maybe I'll let you satisfy some of those naughty desires of yours!"

Tail starting to wag behind him, Mako wiggled into the dog house. The fit was tight, legs tangling and Mako's short claws scratching accidentally at Sam's long, soft legs. Once inside, Sam patted onto Mako's head- an action that took much more maneuvering than one would think. "I think you did what I said pretty good, didn't you, Mako?"

While Mako listened and nodded with an absent, puppy- like stare, Samantha basked in the warmth of the situation. Her orgasm lingered from earlier, but more powerful than even that she felt Mako's resistance weakening. She felt wanted by him, even if part of that desire came from his form as a dog. Her dreams, held since she was nearly a pup, seemed to be coming true and she didn't want that to end, even to sleep.

"That's right!" She yipped, squirming down so that his head could lay between her breasts. Mako's muzzle tickled at the soft skin of her naked chest and Sam's voice lowered, mimicking the intimacy of the moment in the volume of her voice. Slowly, she swept her hair back off her breasts and exposed the full swells to Mako's eyes in the dim light.

Each breast matched the pale skin of the rest of her human form, making the pink bud of her nipple seem to pop even more. Like the small center of a rose yet to bloom, each nipple sat in the perfect center of the plush mounds, pert in the cool night. With an unsure slowness, Mako's tongue snuck from his muzzle and lapped over the pert nub. A soft gasp washed against his ear, but Mako's continued, licking with short, flicking motions.

A hand patted Mako's head, tangling into the thick fur and pulling him closer while whimpers urged him on. Sam's other hand dipped down between Mako's thighs, grazing the slit of his female sex while his tongue made her tremble. Curious, Sam's finger pushed forward into the tight hole of the dog's sex, making Mako whine softly with a wide- eyed look up to Sam's face.

Grinning, Samantha withdrew her fingers, drawing them up to Mako's lips, where the eager canine slurped his own taste from her slender digits. A blush colored his skin, but beneath his fur in the dark it was invisible. Staring up at her, Mako flicked his tongue briefly to her lips like a kiss. Samantha sighed softly and curled her arms tightly around his neck, forgetting their physical intimacy to ease into a tight, cramped, but yet comfortable night of sleep tangled together. The dog turned human with the human turned dog.

From the window of the kitchen in Shalia's house, where the light of a single lamp flickered softly, Shalia looked out from the parted window, listening for when the soft sounds from the doghouse wafted out. Smiling faintly, Shalia gave a satisfied nod and flicked off the light, at last heading to bed herself.

The next day, the sun rose into the sky with a lazy pace as if it was an old man simply waddling out of the house to fetch his newspaper. After the night's rain, the grass glowed with a vibrant green and flowers stood up taller, freshly fed with the fallen water. Worms squirmed their way across the pavement of sidewalks and roads, returning to the damp earth after a night dancing in the rain, celebrating the moist air. Similarly, birds danced through the air, celebrating the stupid worms and fetching breakfast.

Inside the little dog house, Samantha and Mako lay in a tangled nest of their own appendages. Both of Sam's thin, pale arms curled around Mako's neck, holding onto him tightly as though he was a child's teddy bear while her head laid on the edge of his shoulder, balancing precariously. Mako's arms scooped around the girl's lithe body, cupping her lower back to keep her chest steady as his pillow. Her breasts rested on either side of his head, keeping him steady in return. During the night, Mako's canine form had melted off, leaving him bare as Samantha. His fingers were once again stretched, human digits that clutched onto Samantha's flesh rather than scratching it. The mass of his tail no longer remained, but instead a stubborn morning wood jabbed lightly into Sam's belly button, as though thinking it was a very shallow vagina. The fur had disappeared, leaving only his pale skin, warm while it pressed to Sam's equally naked body. While the morning sun spilled through the open arch of the dog house's doorway, Mako began to stir and notice the changes of his body. Blinking to clear sleep from his eyes, he took in the sight of his now human body.

A giddy disbelief sunk over him while he bent his fingers, sliding a hand down to briefly grip the naked girl's asscheek, testing his new fingers and his self- control simultaneously. Before he could lose the battle with his self- control and morning arousal, a familiar face appeared framed in the cheap wood of the dog house.

"Shalia?" Mako murmured, keeping his voice low so as to not wake the still sleeping Samantha clutching onto him, no longer with her massive dog cock pressing to his inner thigh. Though the girl still had a fluffy appendage waggling idly while she slept. For Mako, he remained unsure how to react to seeing the woman who had trapped him into the form of a canine, humiliated him, and forced him to suffer in ways that would haunt most for the rest of their lives. She'd tricked him and used their relationship as a way to do evil on him. Yet, a part of him still saw her as the caretaker woman outside who wore pants just tight enough to tempt his mind to wander, but who mostly reminded him of a friendly grandmother.

As though she read his mind, Shalia settled onto her heels in front of the dog house and spoke, "I know what you must be thinking, Mako. It's hard to comprehend how you should be feeling about me. I did some things you must be opposed to, but let me explain why before you react. I've always seen you as my nephew, ever since that first day when you and Sam met each other in the grass of our shared yards. I just wanted you to be happy, but I knew just telling you things wouldn't be strong enough of an impact. So, I knew I would have to be extreme."

Mako leaned towards her slightly, only as much as Sam would let him move. "What did you need to teach me though? What was I doing wrong?"

"You needed help with a good, decent girlfriend instead of that bitch from your school, Bailey. She was trouble on the way and you were blind to it. I needed to help you and Sam has fancied you from the beginning. Since you two met, she's liked you, even loved you. She truly adores you, and that other girl did not, she won't ever. But this girl, this girl here." She pointed down to where Sam clung onto Mako's chest, whimpering still lost in a dream. "This girl is honest and kind, even though you might not recognize how she'd showed it so far, and she adores you in the purest way and has since pup-hood and now that you might be realizing that, I'm truly happy for you."

Mako shifted slightly, making Sam's grip tighten while she grunted lightly, a display that made Shalia chuckle. "She's been waiting for you to grow up, quite anxiously in fact."

Her eyes dipped down briefly, noticing his cock throbbing out in the air. "Here, I'll let you two... get decent...we're having breakfast over at Daralyn's in a few hours." With that, she handed him a bath robe and headed back into the house, leaving Mako with his sleeping girl once again.

Soon after, Samantha began to stir. Her grip loosened as her eyelids fluttered open to see him. Immediately, a smile spread over her lips as the sight of human Mako staring down at her, "Good morning..," she whispered, voice rough from just waking.

Mako felt his lips twitch up into a small smile before he returned the greeting, "Good morning to you too, Samster."

At the name, Samantha's lips curled into a slight scowl of displeasure. She attached the goofy nickname to being a mere dog, something to play with but to turn on to impress a random girl on the street. Knowing this, Mako cupped her cheek with one hand, lightly tracing the shape of her scowling lips with his thumb. "Don't pout, Sam. I like your smile much better..."

Surprise showed in the girl's eyes, making them pop briefly open into wide quarters. Before she could respond, the boy leaned down and lightly kissed at her lips. A sudden slam started as the girl's tail wagged madly, beating against the wall in a rhythmic, tangible sign of her enjoyment.

The kiss lingered, deepening when Sam shyly parted her lips to an explorative tongue. Mako's hand slid back from her cheek into her hair, sliding back onto her head and holding her to him. Eagerly, she pressed to him only to feel something stiff poke into her stomach.

"Eep!" She squeaked, looking confused while Mako's face shifted into a sheepish grimace. "What is that, Mako?"

Looking down, Mako waited until Sam peeked down between their nude bodies to spot the shape of Mako's returned manhood, stiff against the smooth surface of her stomach. A small pink spread across her cheeks as though she'd applied blush. "Oooohhh..."

"Heh... Sorry." Mako muttered, "It's hard to control in the morning." His own cheeks also darkened with an embarrassed blush, though the color soon deepened with surprise! Sam had drooped a hand between their bodies, curling her grip around the girth of his cock and slowly sinking down.

"W-what are you doing?"

She peeked up at him, eyes wide and inquisitive. "Well, you said it's hard to control. Won't this help you?"

Mako flushed darker, but nodded with a short bob of his head. With his consent given, Samantha continued. Her fingers tightened slightly and began to pump faster over his length before an idea sent the girl wriggling down over his body till her cheek grazed his thigh and her wide eyes stared up from his waist.

"Oh Gods, Sam... Y-you don't have to do th-that!" A surprised squeak stole Mako's voice as two hot lips pushed down over his length, instantly a moan burbled out from the male's throat while Samantha suckled on his tip earnestly. As her lips began to lower further, bobbing down over his length another moan escaped, "Nevermind! Do that!"

Two hands dropped to Samantha's head, scooping back her hair to watch as her lips descended onto his shaft, kissing his base each down stroke. Already, pressure throbbed through Mako's mind, building in the base of his cock as his balls seemed to churn with preparation to cum.

Pre- cum trickled from Mako's tip quickly, already signaling an impending orgasm. Samantha doubled her efforts and in no time, Mako grumbled out a short warning and tightened his hold on her hair. Unperturbed, Samantha tightened her lips and took the load of cum within sealed lips, swallowing noisily once Mako slumped back, panting.

"Oh man... Samantha... You didn't have to do that..." He mumbled, looking almost embarrassed at himself for letting the girl service him. Samantha only grinned, laying her head against his chest, "I was just returning the favor."

Mako nodded, remembering another instance from the day before when he'd been trapped in a female dog form. An instance that involved a frighteningly large doggy cock "Oh really? Think you'd like to return another favor from yesterday?"

Samantha glanced at his cocky grin and chuckled, "Come on, we have breakfast to get to!"

Mako pouted, but donned his robe and followed Sam's dash into Shalia's house for a shower and clothes before they entered Daralyn's house as a trio, Sam standing between Shalia and Mako as they all chatted around the counter and Daralyn sliced fruit to spread onto a large, perpetually emptying, thanks to Daralyn's lingering husband at her side snatching the fruit pieces, platter.

"So, Daralyn, this is Sam- my cousin, and she'll be staying with me. If you'd be so kind as to help settle her in, show her around, welcome her it'd be so appreciated." Shalia announced.

Daralyn exploded with excitement, hands swinging up into the air despite the large chef's knife she held in one hand. Fearing his life, her husband skittered off to one side, finally allowing some fruit to gather onto the breakfast platter and instead moving to finish prepping the eggs and bacon for their meal.

"Of course we'll help! Welcome to the neighborhood, sweetie! This will be so exciting! It'll be like having a daughter around! If you ever need a ride somewhere! Or need to go shopping! Or wanna go running! I'm here! Here, sit in Mako's spot! Have some breakfast!"

Mako, standing mere inches from the chair just offered out and holding his plate of food, suddenly had his plate snatched from him before Sam settled down onto his seat, grinning as she munched onto a piece of bacon.

"Sounds like I'll be well taken care of here!" Sam chirped, beaming at her new friends and family. "Soon I'll be at Mako's school too!" Briefly, she glanced over at Mako, her playful and mildly vindictive side briefly showing in a sharp smirk.

Looking back at Daralyn, her smile transformed into a beaming grin once again. "Oh! By the way, My luggage is still on the way, could I borrow a pair of socks? My feet get so cold in the morning!"

Instantly, Daralyn rushed to the basket of laundry sitting near the door of the laundry room, plucking up a pair of her own fuzzy socks. She arched back her arm and tossed the small bundle. Seeing the little package, darting through the air, Mako suddenly felt an explosion of desire that sent him up into the air, mouth stretched open to catch the thing from the air, plucking it up mid- flight.

The room fell silent and a loud clatter announced that Daralyn had dropped the knife onto the floor with realization. Mako shuffled on his feet after proudly delivering the socks to Sam's waiting palm. With a banana slice hanging off his lip, Mako's father watched with a stare of stupidity. Meanwhile, Shalia sheepishly looked at her feet, noticing the realization in her friend's eyes of the lesson she'd been teaching staring out at the kitchen with shocked realization, Daralyn muttered softly, "Oh my..."