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On a sunny, quiet day in a lazy, simple town, Dave Johnson lay listlessly on his living room couch. He'd fallen ill from heat exhaustion. The windows hung wide open, but the only thing they did was let in more heat. His wife would have pointed this out if she were home, but while she was at an all-day meeting it was impossible to reach her. That didn't matter so much to Dave. He had the house to himself, and anything he wanted on-demand on his TV. After making a token effort to enjoy something wholesome, Dave inevitably switched over the the 'after-dark' channels. A smutty daytime drama here, and the end of a bizarre anime there, and he was soon bored yet again.

His mind wandered across the possibilities, but anything that required him to leave home wouldn't work in his current condition. He was too weak for sports and yard work, and didn't care for shopping.

Shopping.

He worked his way off the couch, remembering something silly he'd bought at a yard sale. In the closet, his 'box of cool junk' sat there in case he ever needed a rummaging fix. His wife had suggested it. As long as the stupid things he liked collecting fit in the box, he wouldn't be pressured to throw them away. He found what he wanted right on top, a book titled 'amazing wonders of the metaphysical world'. He'd read through it a few times because he enjoyed the stories of magical mishaps. Due to either extreme boredom or minor heatstroke, he decided he'd give some of the spells in the book a try.

Of course, Dave Johnson being the exceptionally bored man that he was, couldn't find one that interested him. As he flipped through the book, he found a sticky note on the page titled "Merging".

Follow these instructions, the ones in the book are wrong.

The note had a couple of things to be done differently from the book, and was conveniently placed out of the way of the page the spell was on. Finally interested in something, Dave read and reread the spell as he paced through the house. Spin this, twist that, and don't let your gaze wander at all. He decided to test the spell on his TV remote and couch, hoping he'd never lose the remote again.

Once the remote was in the proper spot, he set to work casting the spell. He rolled his shoulders one way, then another. One finger pointed to the remote, and the other pointed to the couch. He took another stance and grabbed either wrist with his hands, finally taking a bow and vomiting all over his feet. The vomit wasn't part of the instructions; He'd just underestimated what effect magic would have on his body. Feeling faint and nearly blind, he stumbled in the direction of the spot that whatever he'd created should be sitting. He felt around and stumbled onto a big, rubbery something that caused the TV to turn on when he sat on it.

Once he recovered, he inspected the product of his work. The _something_was roughly couch shaped, but three large soft buttons replaced the cushions. Along the back of the seat were three more rows of big, impractical buttons that one would rest against while seated. Anything other than the seating area was hard plastic, and a red light turned on somewhere under the chimerical couch whenever one of the buttons was pushed. Rounding the back, Dave found a huge battery hatch containing a pair of batteries that wouldn't even have names at their size.

_That wasn't exactly what I expected. I guess the spell uses the entire object. I thought I'd get buttons on an armrest, but Now I know better._Thought Dave.

After repeating the spell in reverse, and nearly throwing up again, he was left with the original objects and another idea. He'd always been upset by his neighbor's dog running at them when they came home. The boxer only ever sniffed at ankles, but it still upset him that it could run free like it did. He made his way out into his backyard, feeling empowered. After dragging a chair over to the fence, he took a look around to make sure his neighbor herself wasn't around. If there was one thing that scared him in this sleepy town, it was the dominatrix living next door to him.

He performed the spell again, this time pointing to a chewed rawhide bone and a birdhouse in the tree. When he rose from the bow, after almost falling off the chair he stood on, he saw the dog looking dumbly up at the rawhide birdhouse. He watched and laughed as the stupid boxer scratched at the tree and tried to jump for his stolen treat. Catching a glimpse of motion, he ducked away before the dog's owner could come into the yard and see him. It was all he could do to cover his mouth and cackle as both confused parties wondered what the hell had happened.

Another bright idea struck Dave soon after, and he grabbed a handful of gravel from a potted plant. In his front yard, he performed the spell again. The end result this time was a large rock where his neighbor's motorcycle usually sat. He went back inside with the satisfaction of knowing that the loud, stupid device was no more. Testing a theory, he pulled out his wallet and set it near his computer's printer. He only managed to create a large leather _something_full of huge sheets of mushed up bills and credit cards. The counter-spell proved flawless, and restored the items to their previous state.

His wife came home to find a huge boulder in the neighbor's driveway and her husband greeting her at the door. This was unusual for Dave. He'd normally greet her when she came into the house before sharing a normal dinner and a normal night at home. Kathy Johnson did so love her husband, despite his overwhelming boredom with everything. To see him so happy, practically dancing...

On queue, the neighbor's dog loped over to sniff Mrs, Johnson's ankles. Dave looked up from his bow to find both wife and dog gone, and the stack of papers he'd intended to merge with her clothing fluttering down the street with the breeze. In his wife's place sat a bizarre conglomeration of human and dog. She was roughly human in shape, but her legs also resembled a dog's hind legs. She had a tail, Dave assumed, and her stuffy business clothes had torn at the seams thanks to the chimera having to grow to accommodate the two beings in one body. Between the beast's legs dangled a huge set of furry testicles, in direct sexual contrast to the well-sized pair of breasts on it's chest. It was covered in short, smooth fur and the creature's head resembled the head of the boxer that made up part of it. All of this information ran through Dave's mind in the mere seconds before he realized that a very angry dog-woman was barreling right towards him.

It jumped to its feet in an instant and barreled straight into its husband, grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him to the floor once it reached him. The dog-wife shut the door behind itself and proceeded to tear at Dave's clothing. His wife was still in there, and quite stressed after a long day talking to people who should have been working. When combined with the animal instinct in the dog's mind, the chimera very clearly wanted to get some relief on the nearest available sexual partner. Nevertheless, the human half prevented the creature from tearing her husband apart

With shredded clothing scattered about the living room, Dave's dog-wife grabbed him and forcefully walked them to the bedroom. All poor Dave was hoping for at this point was some boring, average mutant sex. Once he'd been shoved down onto all fours, even that dream was gone. The she-male gripped Dave's ass and gave a few cursory licks before standing up and mounting the distraught husband in full force. Wild animal passion drove the former Kathy Johnson right into her husband's virgin asshole.

In no time at all, the dog-woman-man had forced itself all the way into Dave's poor bum. It humped away at him, slowing down every time things grew too painful for Dave. It still hurt him like hell, and she humped him with such force that slaps of flesh echoed louder than they had any right to. Dave cringed as he felt his dog-wife's balls slapping heavily against his own, deciding not to think about the size of whatever must be currently pummeling his insides. Whaps and Smacks fulled the room as well as the scent of sex.

Shemale-boxer-wife-dog knotted Dave and howled, filling her poor husband with spurt after spurt of hot, watery, and very much animal cum. She wrapped her big body around her husband in a tight embrace, still spilling copious amounts of canine seed into his no-longer-virgin asshole. Breaking the hug, she turned herself around, twisting and pulling the canine's knot until both of them rested ass to ass. Dave couldn't help himself, and masturbated with his wife-turned-dog-woman's unusual dick knotted to him. Ten minutes passed, then ten more. Almost an hour later the dog-wife's dick had shrunk and receded into its sheath, allowing Dave to escape from the sleeping creature.

He performed the counter-spell and laid his sleeping wife in their bed, dragging the zonked out dog into the laundry room to deal with later. As he was showering off, he heard his wife's voice and a knock at the bathroom door. He called out for a bit more time to finish showering off and said he'd explain everything as soon as he could.

The cheap lock on the door spun open as Dave was stepping out of the shower, revealing his very angry wife in a bathrobe. She shoved him backwards, planting his ass on the floor of the shower. He had no time to explain, and it even slipped out that he was trying to cause her clothes to fly off. Mrs. Johnson had lost what little patience she had at that revelation, and started ranting about her day. Dave knew he had no excuse, that he deserved the rage.

"....And you were so happy to see me today too, the way you danced at the door. You even made up your own moves to show off..." Said Kelly through angry tears. Dave watched, dumb as a dog, as she repeated the sequence that triggered the merging spell. As she did so, the neighbor's dog wandered into the bathroom to check what the commotion was.

"...Any you did this cute bow, and everything..." Was the last thing his wife said to the human Dave Johnson. She looked up to see a dog-man sitting sadly in the shower. His big, guilty eyes looked back up at his human half's wife, waiting for the inevitable violence. The dog's collar had been placed around the chimera's neck, providing a perfect way to drag him out of the house and toss him into the street.

"I don't know what the hell happened just now, but you _fucking_deserve it you bastard..."

The door slammed shut, forever locking the confused beast outside. With one of two homes gone to him, Dog-dave wandered up to the only other one it knew. Dave's neighbor, the one person in his dull town that scared the bored man, was now the only person Dog-Dave could have any chance with. She also knew this, and awaited him at her door with a bright red leash in one hand and a bowl in the other.

Once over the threshold, Dog-Dave's new master set about training him to be what ever she wanted him to be. He was whipped when he was bad, and spent the nights in a kennel. His master forced him to eat from a bowl on the floor every day. Soon, time no longer mattered to the poor chimera, and Dave the human was eventually forgotten about. He forgot himself, and the pain he suffered in favor of the loving but rough hand of his new master. His boring life in the boring town was not even a distant memory. All he desired was food, shelter, and the love of his owner. The animal was all that remained, basic instincts and desires fueling the new creature's existence. The dog-man didn't mind one bit, savoring every touch and praise and learning from every beating; Dave himself had died long ago.