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Albert's eyes snapped open to the darkness after the feeling of impact against him, it had been much like that of a falling dream, a sudden, silent crash after having floated in the empty space of sleep. He started to roll over in bed and immediately realized that something was very wrong, the distribution of weight on his body was completely off. Then, he felt what an awkward and unnatural position he was in. He was lying on his belly, legs tucked up underneath him, his hands folded over each other and tucked under his chin, which, with the rest of his head, lay craned forward, in what should have been a dreadfully uncomfortable position but felt fine. Lastly, Albert realized that he was on the floor, a stone or concrete floor (though it was impossible to tell in the dark) that felt curiously warm and...nice under his body. He instinctively rubbed his cheek against it, marveling at the feeling of the rock on his flesh.

What the hell? Albert asked himself, shaking his head to clear his thoughts, pressing down and drawing himself to a squatting position, hands resting between his legs. He drew a breath, just realizing that he'd been holding it (and hadn't felt a thing), and was hit by the aroma of the room. The smell of incense, clay, and sweat washed over him, making his head spin with their strength. His thoughts slowed, Home... was his only mental response, his tongue lolling out of his now smiling mouth, his body swaying slowly back and forth in a restful, steady rhythm. Home however, he dimly realized, had never smelt like this. Sure, he had his share of Glade plug-ins to keep away the stank of the average bachelor pad, but this smell, of lavender, silk, sage, clay, and some sweet, honey-like aroma that he couldn't identify made him feel at home at once. It filled him with contentment, tranquility, and a sense of safety that made his tail thump happily on the ground behind him.

Now that was odd. Albert shook his head again, but it didn't clear his thoughts this time, it just made his ears flop around the back of his head, Something's...not...right..., He didn't have a tail, and his ears hadn't flopped in his entire life. He tried to stand, and nearly fell on his face, spreading his hands out and catching his weight. I can't stand up...I should be panicking...but...this smell...this place...home..._his dreamy smile returned as a shiver ran through his body, his tail wagging behind him, _I'm safe here, he thought, nothing bad can happen to me here, I should just go back to sleep.

He opened his mouth, yawning, exhaling as he did so. Suddenly the smell was gone, panic was upon him in an instant. He tried to yell, but found that his lungs were empty...and that that didn't feel scary, he didn't need to breath. He scrambled several steps backward (too frightened to fathom how he did this without standing up), crashing into a wall.

"Hm, I was hoping that you'd just go back to sleep, but there's nothing for it now I suppose," A female voice said as candles came to life and Albert got his first look at the room. It wasn't as vast as it had seemed in the dark, about 12' by 12'; the walls and floor were natural stone, worn smooth (though through time or through artificial means it was difficult to tell), the ceiling was of wooden beams, floor joists, I'm in a basement, he thought. The candles were scattered on various tables, dressers, and bookcases throughout the room, along with several incense burners, there was a four pointed star drawn inside a chalk circle on the floor in front of him, part of it wiped away by his footsteps. Steps out of the room were on the far wall, Albert could barely glimpse a set of double wooden doors at the top of the steps. Between him and them, however, was a tall, velvet-cloaked figure, a hood covering its face, the long, bulky robe making it indiscernible as to its actual appearance. The voice spoke again from within the hood, "Now...just relax...and step back into the circle. It'll all be over soon...," the figure, reaching out with a gloved hand, took a step toward him.

I've got to get out of here. NOW! Albert, panic stricken, charged strait toward the exit, dodging around the figure as he did so. He felt the figure try to grapple him, but the gloved hands couldn't find purchase, and he darted up the stairs, leaping at the wooden doors and bashing strait through them to the outside.

He heard a scream of "No" from the voice back in the cellar as he landed in the suburban back-yard, but paid it no heed, jumping the fence that encircled the yard and taking off running. Albert didn't stop for hours, ignoring the confusing signals that his body was giving him, the feeling of the ground beneath his hands as well as his feet, the wind whistling through overly sensitive ears and thick hair all over him, and, most disturbingly, the strange grace that was about his movements, an elegance that he never remembered having. Eventually, he calmed down to a point where he could think strait enough to examine where he was. There was a problem about that, however. Everything looked...different, now that he thought about it, like he was seeing things in high definition. All the colors were richer and deeper, the atmospheric haze that normally clung to objects in the distance was gone, and he could pick out levels of detail, the individual grains in the concrete and sidewalk, small splinters and shapes in the grains of wood, that he'd never been able to see before, and the smells! Oh the smells! He'd only taken a few more breaths since leaving the basement, and every single time, it'd made him woozy, not to the degree he'd experienced before but enough for him to notice, and the honey aroma, the one that had affected him the most, was following him around, every time he'd sampled the air, it had been there.

It struck Albert that he should probably be more worried than he was, even if he was still on the verge of panic, and, moreover, that he should probably get a look at himself. He rooted around the back yards and streets before finding an old-fashioned metal trash can, and knocked it over to use the lid as a makeshift mirror, It won't be perfect, but it'll be good enough, he thought, nudging the lid up against a nearby house.

What he saw did not please him. The image, while distorted by the shape of the trash can lid, clearly showed a quadrupedal form, a pointed head in front, and a bushy tail in the back, I look like a dog, the thought made him glance down at his arms...front legs, for the first time since waking. How could I not have noticed? It's so obvious! He started pacing back and forth in front of the damning, imperfectly reflected image, How am I even walking? I should be stumbling and tripping over myself. But walking like this feels like second nature to me...This makes no sense at all! He stopped, mid stride at that thought, front leg bent in the air like he was giving a canine point, before falling onto his side, mouth open, sides heaving with airless giggles of panic-stricken hysteria, As if ANY of this makes sense!

Albert stayed on his back a while, staring at the cloudless sky with tear-stained eyes, not breathing, not thinking, it was too terrifying to do either. But he was beginning to lose his battle to maintain that state of mind. He was becoming more aware of his...the body. He could feel the pleasant heat from the sun all over him, a gentle breeze traveling between the houses was caressing him, making him feel every part of his naked form. Finally, his curiosity outweighed his fear.

A paw reached and probed along his belly and chest, feeling the soft flesh and silky fur there. He could feel eight small bumps along his underside, in two rows of four, but ignored them in favor of moving on. He felt his hind legs, they were shorter than his human ones and, like his forelegs, ended in stubby paws. His hips flared out from a relatively thin midsection, and seemed muscular but soft and squeezable like his stomach. Finally, he gave a silent, exasperated moan, as he explored the area that he'd been dreading since remembering the lack of feeling during his flight. He touched his crotch, and immediately, and simultaneously, regretted and reveled in it.

A spike of pleasure went through him from his crotch as he explored the folds of flesh that his paw found, Damn it... He inwardly cursed, What happened to me?

Suddenly he heard a howl, followed by another, and another, scattering throughout the suburbs. Albert leapt to his feet, looking around in a panic, ears twitching to triangulate the location of each howl. He turned, seeing the first dog come from around the corner, a large Doberman, a small scar slashed across his nose, Oh please don't... but his fears of what the dog was after vanished and were replaced by even more terrifying ones almost immediately as a spot of red began poking out of the animal's sheath, SHIT! Albert took off running again, he could hear howling start with every corner he took, and see dog after dog after dog leap fences charge through mini-doors, and even crash through windows to chase after him.

He rounded a corner and skidded to a halt. A dead end, he thought, where a building and wooden fences (too high for him to jump over) met. Albert heard a growl from behind him and turned to see the Doberman from before, him and about fifty other Pit Bulls, Dalmatians, Rottweilers, Border Collies, Mastiffs, Great Danes, Huskies, German Shepherds, various mutts, and other breeds, all male, and all with the eyes of famine victims at an all you can eat buffet.

Albert gulped as his eyes were magnetically drawn to the generous erections of the surrounding canines, They're all so big... He thought, unable to determine for himself whether he was fearful or, repulsively, aroused by the sight in front of him. The Doberman took a few steps forward, sitting about a foot from Albert, His boner proud and erect, pulsing with blood and arousal. Albert looked at the assembled hounds, hoping to see some dissention, some fight or quarrel for dominance that he could use as a distraction to escape. There was none, it was like every dog had put aside all natural instinct, knowing that they would all get their turn with him.

Albert's eyes locked on the Doberman's, he looked back patiently. Albert could have sworn that he smiled and nodded to his prick, which Albert's eyes traveled to. The former human reflexively licked the chops of his muzzle, unable to keep himself from imagining the taste, much less what it would feel like to have in shoved into his vagin...

No! I won't do this! He shook his head, ears flopping, but found his eyes immediately focused back on the gorgeous piece of doghood in front of him. He took a step forward, This can't be happening, He leaned down toward the bobbing cock, He saw the Doberman smile for sure this time, and even wink, This can't be real! It has to be a dream! He was eye level with the dog's equipment now, his mouth opened, eyes locked on to his target as he closed in, Yes that's it a dream, no, a nightmare! A sick, twisted, perverted, deviant, alluring, stimulating, arousing, sexy nightmare...but...what if it isn't?! The final thought shook his mind out of its haze as his tongue extended against his will from between his wide open jaws NONONONONONON-OH! OH! Oh. Ohhhhhhhh...

He was taking laps at the dick in front of him. The sweetly salty taste dancing on his palate was better than any sex that he'd experienced as a human. It made him feel happy, satisfied, and appreciated, and as he curled his tongue around the long member, he could almost hear a pleasant "Good Girl" being whispered into his ears every other lick.

...Feels so good to lick... he thought, his eyes half lidded, ...so good to lick cock...so good to lick dog cock...good to lick big, tasty, manly dog cock...oh...so good to suck... His thoughts continued to simplify as he easily took the entire phallus into his muzzle, bobbing his head up and down, tongue feeling over every surface and texture, committing it to memory. His whole world became the sum of the Doberman, his mouth, and the wonderful penis trapped between his lips. The dog let out a happy murr, placing a paw at the back of Albert's head and shoving him down onto his cock, Oh god! He's going to...cum...yes...cum...sweet cum...wonderful cum...wonderful, beautiful, glorious cum! CUM! Albert felt his pussy give a spasm of orgasm as his muzzle was filled with dog semen. The taste dominated his mind, and he eagerly gulped mouthful after mouthful that the Doberman spewed into his mouth.

I'm a good girl... he thought, eyes clouded over, a look of pure ecstasy on his face, the cock still hard in his mouth, ...I make him feel good, and I feel good making him feel good...should make everyone feel good...be good...a good...a good girl...a good slut...a good bitch...yes...no...no No NO! What did I just do?! I'm losing it! I've got to stop myself! He regained his resolve even as he sucked off the last remnants of cum on the dog's prick, then licked it clean before standing back up and taking a few steps back. Why is he still hard? He wondered as the dog stood back up, walking toward him and nuzzling his side, the other dogs continued to look on patiently, like the Doberman hadn't finished his turn.

Suddenly, Albert felt a nip at the base of his neck, and felt his forelegs shake, and another just a bit lower on his spine, his front knees buckled, this continued down his back to just bellow his shoulder blades. By now, he had his face to the ground, forelegs collapsed under him, ass high in the air, tail flagging, No! I...I can't let him do THAT to me! He couldn't even bring himself to fathom what "that" was, even mentally approaching the subject made his pussy quiver and drip and...change. He could feel his vagina shift at the thought of the Doberman's prick, he felt it tighten in some areas, loosen in others, even change shape and outward appearance. What am I? He thought fleetingly as he felt the Doberman's paws on his back and his dick slide into his dripping slit.

Albert gasped at the sensation of being filled, air rushing into his lungs. He was hit in the face with not only the smell of what had to be a gross of lusty males near him, but also, an infinite number of times more powerful, the sweet smell from before pervaded the air. With the last rational thought in his head, Albert realized that it was his own scent, pouring out of the hole between his legs that the Doberman was now thrusting into.

Albert was overcome; his brain was being fried by the amount of information being forced into him. His vision went white and his mouth fell open in an overloaded, gaping grin, but he did not pass out, something told him that he wasn't capable of it.

Slowly, the haze of white started to clear, his brain getting used to the flood of data. The first thing to emerge from the tangle of feelings was the sensation of the Doberman fucking him, he was dimly surprised to find that it was no better (or worse) than the feeling of sucking on the dog's cock, it was just different. He could feel each muscle in him, and found that he could control them individually (though, if he didn't focus, they moved by reflex). The Doberman's penis was perfect for him, the exact right shape and size to provide maximum pleasure, like his cock had been designed specifically for his pussy (though, more likely, it was the other way around).

Albert began to meet the trusts of his partner, using his muscles to massage and pleasure the member within him as he did so. His sight was once again taken up by white, this time with black spots. It took Albert a moment to realize that another dog, this one a Dalmatian, had taken a seat in front of him, sheath inches from his face, a spot of red quickly appearing at the tip.

The bitch didn't hesitate, taking the emerging member into his mouth and repeating what he'd done to the Doberman, memorizing every groove, every texture as he was pounded from behind. Albert began unconsciously bobbing his head in time to the Doberman's thrusts, setting a rhythm to the fucking of his muzzle and pussy.

The Doberman's thrusts soon became faster, and Albert sucked harder, until, finally, Albert felt the cock in his mouth twitch, spewing cum into his muzzle sending him into instant orgasm. The Doberman's knot rammed into him at the same time, locking him in place as the dog came just as hard, filling him up and slamming him with a second orgasm.

The two dogs thrust gently into him for a few more seconds, a smaller jets of seed coming from the both of them, before Albert's vagina expanded, allowing the Doberman to slip free. Albert let his mouth flop open again, panting, filling himself with the wonderful smells of the fucking, Mmmm...smell so good...I smell so good...they smell so good...they so horny, horny for me...horny for my drippy cunt...for my cock sucking mouth... The Dalmatian had moved behind him and had set his paws on his back, Ohhh...he's gonna fuck me...*giggle*...yeah...I'll make him feel good, make me feel good too... Albert's pussy reshaped itself to the Dalmatian's cock, Ready big boy... The Dalmatian thrust forward, straight into him, another dog then came forward to sit in front of him, Hooray! Another cock for me to suck!...Oh, this one's thicker than the others...tastes good...I'm such a good girl sucking cock...a good bitch...