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To say things got a little complicated since her wife landed her breakthrough role would be an understatement. Sure, there was celebration, there was much libation to be had; They'd gotten drunk and made all weekend a whirlwind of Sapphic activity, which Maddie hardly remembered as anything but a blur. Her wife, a famous star, in a big name movie.

It wasn't until about three days later that Trish had finally told her she wasn't necessarily going to be playing a human.

In showbiz they say to never work with children or animals. Training a dog to do what you want it to do is very frustrating and time-consuming for a director on a time crunch. Animals make messes and can't be directed easily. It'd be a lot easier if an animal just had a human mind and one could direct them like a human. Well, that's what Trish had signed up for.

“To be a dog?" Maddie said, holding a copy of the contract. She had to sign it too, since she'd be the responsible party for Trish for the term of the filming. While she was a dog, Maddie would have full legal responsibility for her wife's affairs.

“A rough collie, to be precise," Trish replied. “You know, like Lassie."

Trish's first day home in her new full-time 'costume' was awkward, to say the least. The vet on set had some foods to recommend and some foods to avoid, so Maddie had to hit up the supermarket to grab a couple bags and a bowl. Trish was, needless to say, less than impressed with the whole deal. She swore up and down she wouldn't eat it, and Maddie had to swear up and down she wasn't going to force her but she wanted her to be healthy. Eventually, Maddie caved, and she cooked up some boneless chicken breasts and canned green beans for dinner, the best she could do on short notice for the sudden restrictions on Trish's diet.

And then there was the fur. Fur everywhere. Maddie hadn't had a pet since she was too young to be involved in the daily care and responsibility. She was mostly winging it, with massive help from internet how-to articles and pet owner's forums. It gave her a funny feeling, really, looking up pet information to apply to caring for her wife. It was a dizzying list of dos, don'ts, always, nevers, sometimes. Trish often complained about being cut off from coffee and alcohol, their two favorite treats together.

After the first few days there was a vet checkup, then another a week later, then there was one scheduled for two weeks ahead. Maddie was still getting over her initial doubt about the whole situation. She thought she'd psyched herself up for it. She'd told herself 'Next Tuesday, Trish will come home as a dog.' She'd told herself 'Day after tomorrow, Trish will come home as a dog.' Then it was 'In an hour, I'll have to go pick up Trish, and she'll be a dog.' It didn't dull the fluttery feeling in her stomach from seeing the fluffy, shaggy coat and long, narrow, sharp face of a collie and knowing it was her wife. Standing there on four paws, just the height of her knee, tail involuntarily wagging, ears pinned to the sides in what must have been embarrassment. There was an awkward stretch of silence between Trish, the collie, and Maddie, the human, before it all exploded at once. The first time Maddie felt the touch of her wife's paws was when she jumped up on her, unable to contain the barking that punctuated her speech about how happy she was to see her and how she felt so lively and excited! Her pads were soft and she was surprisingly light. Her head only came up to the bottom of Maddie's chest.

Reminiscing on the couch, Maddie looked over to her wife. Trish was laying on her feet, her massive amounts of fur keeping them warm. Under all that fluff, Maddie could feel how narrow her wife's body was now, and how soft her stomach was. The script was propped up against the arm of the couch and Trish was working through it. Her tail was sweeping back and forth over Maddie's knees, leaving fur on her pajama pants.

She'd loath to admit it but she couldn't help herself from catching a momentary glimpse of what was under her wife's tail from time to time. After all, her wife was a dog and dogs didn't wear pants or much of anything, especially not with that much fur. It was awkward at first, but Maddie was pretty confident that Trish had never caught her staring. She got more used to it as time went on, anyways.

For Trish's part, there was more than a little frustration. It'd been awhile since she and Maddie had been intimate. Sure they cuddled more than ever, but there was a little more she was thinking of, even while she read the blasé script and its predictable plot and lines. There was something deep in her that made her stomach feel fluttery even while she tried to ignore it. She could smell everything, from the cleaner Maddie had used on the countertop to a detailed inventory of what was in the kitchen's wastebasket right now. She could also definitely smell the scent of her wife, a hundred times stronger than she'd ever noticed it before, and it was more than soothing, it was good.

There was a hint of sandalwood and a hint of something floral, and those were probably her moisturizer. There was the strawberry and mint smell of her conditioner. There was the smell of her deodorant which wasn't the highlight for Trish's new nose. All that paled in comparison to the scent of her, just her, underneath it all. The slightly musky, alluring, heady scent she had that Trish drank up every time they were close.

There was only one problem. She didn't know exactly how Maddie felt about the whole thing, in terms of, well, sexuality. Somehow she'd never had the courage to bring it up. Every time she started to, she either ran out of steam and changed the subject quickly, or something interrupted them. She didn't want to just blurt it out, and she didn't want to come on to Maddie too strong and put her off if she wanted nothing to do with her while she looked just like Lassie. Sure, the idea gave her a little pain but she couldn't exactly blame her. Who'd want to make love to someone with dog breath and a snout to match? It's not like Trish could exactly keep up on brushing her teeth on her own now, and Maddie was good about doing it for her but that sort of powerlessness wasn't exactly confidence-inspiring. Trish positively worried she was freeloading, even if she was making enough money off this contract that they'd be covered for a good while, (Variable residuals notwithstanding).

Trish could afford to take it easy between shoots. Things were going swell. She figured out how to use the toilet pretty quickly so any walks or park playdates were recreational and not utilitarian. She and Maddie had a great time just lounging around at the park last weekend, and for the first time Trish remembered she actually had the energy to bounce and run around.

However, the new Lassie actress was feeling cooped up in her full-time costume. She longed for more but didn't know how to get it. Maybe it was just the lazy afternoon, or her pounding heart, but she found herself increasingly distracted from looking over her lines. Increasingly she wondered about how it would feel to kiss Maddie like this. Not just lick her face like instinct had compelled her to, but actually kiss her, passionately, on the lips. Maybe push a little tongue in. Maybe to hold her and run her hands, no, paws over her familiar curves.

Maddie looked up as if she could feel those amber eyes on her. “What's up, babe?" she said. Trish felt her ears get hot.

“Just thinkin' about, you know, us" she responded. They'd both noticed early on that her voice was a little deeper and huskier but it was hardly a bad change. Maddie had enjoyed thinking about it a lot during private time.

“Yeah?" Maddie's hopes were rising. Maybe Trish was thinking the same thing she'd been, she figured. About kissing her. About those hands running through her long fur, not for scritches, but for something better.

“Yeah…" Trish let it trail off with a little growl to punctuate it. She turned in her spot and stood up on her four legs and walked up the couch a little, over Maddie's legs and the fur-covered athleisure wear she sported for lounging. Halfway up she laid down, her hips turned to the side and her legs folded the way dogs did, resting her chest on her belly and holding her head up.

Maddie put her phone on the end table and put her arms around Trish's shoulders. Honey-amber eyes looked back at her from a coat that was softly colored like caramel, coffee, and cream in an unstirred macchiato. Even though that was her wife she still felt a little guilt at her attraction to her form, just for how easily she could've been mistaken for an especially attentive pet asking for scratches and a snack. It wasn't even attraction to the form, per se, which she could take or leave. It was to the woman within it. Maddie would love and lust after Trish no matter what she was. She was new-fashioned like that. That was a conversation they had earlier on while discussing the possibility of this role.

“Do you, you know… still love me?" Trish asked, looking away. Bashful, for a dog. She was usually brazen and outgoing, except for when she wanted to act the wallflower. But this was genuine, even if she asked this a thousand times and the answer was always the same.

“As long as you're Trish inside I'll love you whether you're a sea anemone or a space ship," Maddie said with a smirk. She meant it, as cheesy as it was.

“Who wrote this script?" Trish sighed and put her paw over her snout to accompany an overdramatic faux groan.

“We had to throw the writer a bone on this one"

“Oh ha ha, Captain Punsalot."

Maddie's arms closed tighter and Trish laid her head on her wife's chest. She could feel her heartbeat. It was a little bit fast. Was she thinking the same thing she was?

A moment passed between them. Just silence and each other. Just hands buried deep in soft fur and warm dog breath and a big fluffy pillow laying on her wife's body. Maddie looked away. She was thinking about it. She was thinking about going in for… something. A kiss? Every time she told herself 'now' she hesitated, until finally she turned back.

She slid one of her hands up from Trish's narrow sloped shoulders and up her wide neck and down her long slender jaw. It was quite a journey for her fingertips to get to the collie's chin, and when she did, she lifted her head up with just one finger, as Trish was so enraptured by the sudden change.

It was what she'd been dreaming of, after all.

Maddie leaned forward. Her eyes fluttered closed. Trish's were wide open. Her nose bumped Lassie's cold wet nose pad first, then, with a minor adjustment from both of them, they kissed. Full soft human lips to thinner, dark canine lips. The first real kiss like this since the change. Maddie pulled back for a second to catch her breath and Trish shifted her weight and pushed her front half up. Maddie's hands went up to run through her wife's scruff and grip her smart-looking folded-over ears. They kissed again, longer this time. Trish dared to dream of slipping a little tongue into it but Maddie did it first. Everything was so familiar to Trish but through the lens of her quadrupedal animal body it was excitingly changed. Maddie's taste and texture was familiar but different. Her scent was familiar and comforting but it was also like Trish had unlocked hidden depths. It was the equivalent of hearing a beloved song on a hi-fidelity sound system after so many years of only hearing it through tinny smart phone speakers.

They stopped to catch their breath and Trish tried not to pant too hard.

“So uh…" Maddie stammered. It was easy to see the blush on her face and smell the telltale signs of how she felt about that sudden burst of passion.

With a dog.

Even if the dog was also fully sapient, spoke English (and high school Spanish), and was her wife.

That is to say, Maddie felt it was a complicated issue.

“So uh, what do you want for dinner?" She finally finished her thought.

“Is uh… Is 'you' a good answer?" The wall was broken down for Trish. Maddie blushed brighter and turned away. Trish's tail started to wag involuntarily.

“I think I need to have a shower before I cook," Maddie said, “You can decide what you want while I'm in there." She patted Trish's side as she moved to slide out from under her.

Trish let her up with no small amount of whining and sunk into the warm spot on the couch she left. She watched Maddie roll her hips a bit on the way to the bathroom. From day one, Trish was happy to notice that her wife was still quite attractive to her. Rumors abounded outside of animal acting circles about what exactly changes entailed and what sort of cognitive affects they might have. So far, besides barking when she got excited, and just knowing how to do things like wag or lap up water, there wasn't a whole lot Trish could notice. Just internet rumors, she decided.

She smelled the partly chlorinated scent of the showerhead as her wife started it, and heard the droplets start to beat on the tub's floor. Trish was trying to come down from the moment they'd just shared. She was running hot and she definitely wanted more than a little kiss. Okay, that wasn't fair. She and her wife had totally just made out, but that only got her wanting for more.

There was a scent she was picking up that clicked somewhere in her brain that was distracting her with all these thoughts. It was something in Maddie's scent, but it wasn't just her perfume or her conditioner. Trish tried to ignore it until her sharp canine ears picked up a familiar soft gasp from the bathroom.

The puzzle pieces fell in place.

Maddie was definitely touching herself in there.

The thought made Trish grin and pant. Obviously, even as a dog, she still had it. She didn't blame her for bailing like that, however. It was definitely extenuating circumstances. Trish was a dog currently, and all that.

Before she knew it, Trish was on her four paws and gingerly padding across the room, following that scent and the soft noises she normally wouldn't be able to hear. She stopped at the door, and she felt the humidity and warmth rolling out from under it on her nose.

She wasn't going to peep on her own wife, of course. She just wanted to listen. Her own furnace was burning, after all, and there was nothing better to do. It's not like there was anything she was missing on TV. But she could enjoy the sounds and imagine the familiar sight of Maddie leaning against the wall of the shower, water running down her body. Her brows furrowed just a bit, more like a look of concentration than anything. Her lip quivering, a hand tucked between her leg and her thighs squeezing together, her other hand on her breast.

Trish hadn't quite managed to figure out her own alone-time in this new body. She had dainty paws, though, and as she laid there against the wall listening, she tried to curl over a bit. She was flexible as a dog and she didn't have much of a problem sliding her hand down her fluffy front, but nothing was in the same place, really, and her limbs weren't cooperating. Her nipples were in that deep silky fur somewhere, down her stomach, but she didn't really bother to try and comb through it on her own with just her paws to find them. Besides, she had to bend a strange way just to—oh, she had to bite back a yip as her claws, then her pawpads brushed against something that made all the fur down her spine stand up. There it was.

Her pawpads were softer than her claws and she was trying to maintain some touch. She was just rubbing the outside, however. It was something, but she didn't have enough flex in her digits for anything more. It was the first time she'd gotten to explore herself, or Lassie, like this. She'd been so distracted and shoving those thoughts down for the last few weeks.

It was clumsy going and she was just making herself more frustrated. Maddie seemed to be having a much better time in the shower. The only things keeping Trish from giving up were Maddie's scent and her own scent. She thought about standing up and trying to rub herself against the doorjamb of the bedroom or the corner of the hallway, but that wouldn't be able to give her very much, either. She wasn't a dumb animal, but there wasn't exactly a manual written on 'how to get yourself off when you're Lassie'.

Male dogs probably had it easy. They could rub that thing on anything. What a mess. Not that, in all honestly, Trish wouldn't make a mess if she were presented the opportunity. Male dogs also were able to just lick—That's it!

Why hadn't she thought of that sooner? She was already almost there just to touch herself with her all-but-useless paw. She easily had enough range left to get her nose and her tongue there. After all, most canines could curl so tightly they could use their own tail as a pillow, right? She turned on her other side and went for it. Face-to-face with her own fur-covered rear end, claws digging into the carpet and one hind leg hiked, she managed to touch her nose to her muff and get a snout full of her own canine pheromones. It wasn't that bad. It was comforting in the way one's own smell usually was, which was probably another of the tiny 'quality of life' changes that were worked into her brain.

She kissed herself and, hesitantly, stuck her tongue out. Her own taste was… well. It was different from when she was human. It was different from Maddie's taste, too. But that electric shake she got from the sensation, that's what she was there for. Her tongue was a much better tool for this than her paw was.

So good of a tool, she didn't hear the shower stop or Maddie step out. She didn't realize her wife was done with the shower, until the door opened and Maddie caught her red handed and hairy-tongued.

“Oh." Maddie paused. She was naked in the doorway. Trish was curled over on the floor with her own head between her legs, frozen, tongue still out mid-lick along her dog muff.

Trish's ears drooped back and she slowly uncurled. Maddie had to bite her cheek to keep from grinning at the utterly ridiculous sad puppy look Trish was giving her. It was the same look she'd get from a dog when they knocked over the trash can or shredded the couch cushions and knew they were wrong, but were so lost in the moment they went wild anyway. On Trish's part, that's exactly how she felt.

“You started without me?" Maddie said. She put her hands on her hips.

Trish balked. “What?"

“If you've been such a horny bitch why didn't you say anything?"

“I didn't want to be the one to bring it up! I didn't want to pressure you or anything!" Trish whined.

“Well I didn't want to bring it up to you and make it seem like I was a weirdo who wanted to tonguefuck a dog!" was Maddie's riposte.

“Ugh!" Trish bounced up to her paws and barked. “Fuck me!"

Maddie lead them to the bedroom. It wasn't far, it was literally right there. Trish jumped up on the bed and Maddie grabbed her and rolled her onto her back and crawled over her. They kissed again, and this time Trish pushed the tip of her flat, wide, hot tongue into Maddie's mouth first. Maddie's breasts rested on either side of Trish's narrow, deep canine chest and Maddie was big enough that even doubled over like this, her knees were behind Trish's legs.

Trish hooked her forelegs over her wife's much wider shoulders. They stopped to catch their breath, and Trish looked up at Maddie. Her wife's hair was still wet. Her skin was warm to the touch and she smelled like strawberries.

Maddie rolled off Trish and onto her side in the bed. She hooked her arm around Trish's thick, fluffy neck and pulled her close, nose to nose, and her other hand started combing through those trusses of silky, envy-inspiring fur.

“How long are you going to be Lassie?" she asked her wife.

“Probably… Erf, months? A year? Until the reshoots and whatever publicity are done. If they don't want to renew for a sequel." Trish had tried not to think about it too much. She tried to live in the moment. Everything was much easier than she'd read on the internet. Especially since she and her wife were solving the intimacy issue in real time like this.

Maddie smiled. “Well, no one's gonna blame me for not waiting, then." Her fingertips brushed over one of Trish's nipples. She rubbed it through the fur, then turned her hand to pinch it. It made Trish shiver and fluff up again.

“Y-yeah. Maddie… Don't feel obliged."

“I just didn't want to make the first move and pressure you."

“We're bad at this, aren't we?"

Maddie's hand drifted lower through the fur of Trish's belly, and found another one of her nipples. She gave it a similar treatment before moving on. Trish was swimming in ecstasy for this moment. Her body was tense and she was nervous but her wife seemed much steadier than her.

Maddie's hand detoured over the curve of her canine wife's hip and onto her rump. Under the bulky fur her body was slim and compact and her hips weren't exactly wide and sexy. Trish couldn't help but physically drool over her wife's figure, however, which was womanly and curvy as could be. Maddie was bottom-heavy and soft in a good way, even though she'd always been fairly fit. Her breasts were full, her hips were full, and Trish knew that the field of trimmed hair on her groin would be a great treat for her new appreciation for scent.

Hooking her arm under Trish's thigh, Maddie found the spot she was looking for. Her objective was almost hidden in all that collie fur, but she was able to find it easily. The collie whined, all needy, as she brushed her fingertip just along the entrance, then began to explore it. Trish's mouth hung open and her tongue was flopped out as she was finally getting what she wanted. Hell, she could barely keep her eyes open but she couldn't get enough of the confident, determined, set look on Maddie's face as she took control over the moment.

Trish held onto her wife with her forelegs and enjoyed the ride. She was plenty happy with the idea of Maddie finishing her this way as their first time in this new body, which was sensitive enough that she was already feeling like she was getting close to something, but then Maddie surprised her by pulling out of her grip and sliding off the side of the bed.

Maddie grabbed Trish's legs and rolled her back onto her back and held her paws apart. She looked up to see Trish panting and watched her from over the swell of her chest with a look of pure admiration. She knew she didn't had to but she'd already made the offer. There was a moment's hesitation as her eyes met with Trish's new equipment, a puffy, dark, rounded triangle nestled amongst all that fur and framed by the rich feathering along the back of her thighs and the bottom of her tail. She had to remind herself it was her wife, anyway, and dove in. Soft, but an unfamiliar taste for Maddie. For Trish it was a very familiar tongue that made her body react in both familiar and alien ways.

She couldn't judge just how close she was anymore, like the whole pressure curve was different. She was a mess and was squirming and moaning Maddie's name, but Maddie just held her legs and kept going with a well-practiced technique. Trish couldn't help but keep thinking about how Maddie's hands fully wrapped around both of her lower hind legs just above her paws and held her rock-steady the whole time, and how her tail must've been positively battering Maddie's chest but she couldn't help it at all.

All at once, Trish peaked and howled, and Maddie cussed and laughed. She wiped off her face but Trish was still riding the high from that, a panting mess on the bed, so it took her a minute to realize that Maddie had said “Guess you're still a squirter!" If Trish could blush any hotter she would.

Maddie pulled herself back onto the bed.

“How was that?"

Trish grinned as she panted.

Maddie rubbed her jaw a little. “I'm out of practice," she said.

“Do you, uh, want me to…" Trish flicked her tongue.

“Maybe," Maddie grinned. That was definitely one of the things she'd been thinking about in the shower. “Maybe we should have an actual bite first."

Trish kept up her end of the bargain that night, after dinner. Weeks passed. Things got hotter, and spring also changed into summer. Maddie made an online order of a special silicone replica of certain canine anatomy, just to make Trish have a conniption. Filming got underway for Lassie 2019, a modern reboot of a beloved classic, starring Trish as Lassie. Maddie saw her wife's canine visage plastered all over advertisements from the internet to posters at the mall to a big cardboard cutout of some of the main characters in the local 'mart.

The whole time Trish and Maddie were in what felt like a second honeymoon phase. Then the release came and went, and Trish and Maddie were invited along to a fancy showing where Trish wore a bedazzled leash and collar and Maddie got to wear one of her favorite cocktail dresses

Once the numbers started rolling in, Trish started to get impatient about the idea of being turned back. However, while picking her up after one meeting (Since Trish very well couldn't drive on her own as a collie), she sighed as the car started up.

“So…" she began. She was wearing big dark sunglasses with rhinestones on them. They looked unreasonably cute on her and complimented her long, slender muzzle well. A long, slender muzzle that Maddie was well acquainted with by then.

“What's up?" Maddie asked. The convertible top was down and the soft spring breeze ran through her hair and Trish's fur, which was golden-fringed in the sunlight.

“They want to make two more sequels with me and I'd need to stay a dog the whole time," she blurted it out.

“Are you going to?" Maddie asked without trying to sound too excited. It was Trish's decision after all.

“…Yeah, I think I will."