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"Hi are you the instructor? Sorry, my name's Riley Dane. I'm not sure that I'm in the right place." Riley says to the authoritative dog standing apart from the group of people assembled for their yoga class. Riley stands uneasily before the character who, without consulting a list or even breaking eye contact with him offers a reply.

"Riley D. You are in the right place my friend. My name's Lance, I'm the instructor of Advanced Yoga for Beginners." Lance says while extending a friendly hand.

"Oh uh, thanks." Riley says, shaking the dog's hand. Lance holds his hand a bit too sensually for his liking and ends the shake by clearing his throat in discomfort. "Nice to meet you. Can I ask what's with the name of the class? 'Advanced' 'for beginners?" Isn't that like, an oxymoron?" Riley says.

"You got me. Yeah the name's just kind of an in-joke. Thank you for signing up. We do practice some very advanced and uh, unorthodox yoga methods here, but we also cater to beginners." Lance says, placing a friendly hand on Riley's shoulder which the cat then politely shrugs off. "I know this is your first class so don't worry. I will personally make sure you're in good shape and comfortable before we get into the crazy stuff. Sound good?" Lance says.

"Ssssure, thanks. Just one more question. Not that it's a big deal, but is everybody in this class a poodle?" Riley asks, noting the bunches of chatting poodles in the wall mirror behind Lance. The dog flashes an imperceptibly quick, suspicious grin before checking himself and smiling broadly. With a chuckle he answers.

"Isn't that the weirdest thing? Yep, just us poodles in this class. It just sort of came together that way. But don't worry, we're cat people. Haha. Alright, why don't you find a spot and we'll get going OK?" Lance says.

Riley turns from the class' instructor feeling very confused. It is possible of course for a class of twenty people to be entirely made of, not only dogs, but poodles specifically. The probability of this occurring is extremely low though. Riley walks back toward the group of dogs and claims a suitably sized vacant spot on the floor. He drops his yoga mat and unfurls it as he puzzles over the chances of this class' demographic occurring without outside coercion. Feeling a bit self-conscious Riley removes his coat to reveal a black tank top and shorts. He tosses his coat onto one of the empty chairs lining the rear wall of the room. The cat takes a moment to roll his shoulders and loosen up before the class begins. He scans the room casually and in a moment he begins to note another peculiarity of this particular yoga class: everyone in it is male. Judging by Lance's behavior and the lilting whispers coming from those around him Riley is forced to assume that a number of the attendees are homosexual as well.

"Oh you are in the right place alright, hehe." Riley overhears one of the poodles say. Looking in the mirror ahead Riley spots a group of three males standing in a group, two of them embracing about the waist. They, as well as the others in the class seem very fit. They have svelte physiques and, not that Riley is into this sort of thing, firm, shapely legs. They chatter girlishly and strike flamboyant poses that motivate Riley to look away. He shoots the trio a grumpy glare to make his disinterest in them plain. Though the poodle who had made the comment only laughs in response. In his discomfort Riley comes close to grabbing his coat and ditching the class. He might have if not for the terribly snowy road conditions. He'd rather suffer this one session and transfer to a different one at the reception desk on the way out than brave the slick roads again so soon after arriving. The cat grimaces and finishes his breathing exercises just as Lance stands before the class.

"Good morning everybody. Well, not outside it's not, what a mess." Lance says, closing the classroom door. "In case you haven't noticed we have a new member in the class today. This is Riley, I want you to make him feel welcome. This is a loving space. Ok, let's get started. For a warm up will start with a classic downward dog." Lance says. Riley groans at the introduction, and stretches into position.

For nearly a half-hour the yoga class is uneventful. Lance performs surprisingly well as an instructor. The lead poodle guides the group with a tone of voice both forceful and supportive inciting all in attendance to put forth their best effort in following him. The poses and stances are common. Riley who is new to the yoga experience has at least heard of them, if he hasn't performed them himself already. The cat is self-conscious once again though when all of the poodles around him prove to be extremely advanced in the exercises. The limber dogs have no trouble contorting themselves and they do so with an enjoyment the cat wishes he could embody. The cat kept pace with the basic poses, but begins to fall behind when the dogs move on to stances requiring more flexibility than he has. Lance quickly takes notice of Riley's struggling.

"You alright there Riley?" Lance asks in a helpful tone.

"Ngg- yeah. Sorry I'm just not quite flexible enough for that yet." Riley says. The other dogs turn to him looking more supportive than annoyed or embarrassed. Lance deftly unwinds himself from the impressive tangle he'd made of his body and springs to his paws. He pads toward Riley.

"Let me see you try it one more time?" Lance says.

"Uhh sure." Lance says. He looks to one of the flexible poodles beside him to recall the pose. The cat awkwardly attempts to lift his leg over his arm while balancing on the other paw. He soon tumbles onto his back making him gasp.

"Hehe, not a problem, not a problem." Lance says. He signals for the other poodles to release their poses and turns again to the cat. "OK Riley I know what we can do about this. I'm going to have you get into a special pose that always helps our new members loosen up. Have you heard of the Supine Sissy pose?"

"The what? Hahaha." Riley laughs. When Lance only raises an eyebrow in response Riley answers him in earnest, "Uh, no I haven't."

"Well it's very simple. You don't even have to get up. Just lie on the ground there, spread out your arms and legs. Lay flat, face forward. There you go. Now close your eyes, take deep breaths. Very good." Lance says. Riley closes his eyes and awaits further instruction, though he can't imagine what kind of benefit he can gain by lying flat on his back. At the very least he can recover a bit from the advanced course Lance has been putting him through. "Boys can you help me out please?" Lance adds, causing the classes other attendants to shuffle and pad about.

"So what do I do next?" Riley says.

"Just lay there for a minute." Lance says in a reassuring tone. Riley grumbles under his breath. Then, all at once, Riley's arms and legs are secured by dozens of hands. Riley's eyes open wide as he inspects the situation. There are two dogs each holding his wrists and ankles, Lance is standing before him grinning, and the remaining five or six poodles stand behind Riley's head. In this position Riley might not be able to shake off one dog's grip. With two holding each limb he is essentially helpless but the cat thrashes regardless.

"Hnng, what the hell is this?! Let me up." Riley says loudly.

"It's alright Riley we're here to help you reach your goals. It's alright that you couldn't stretch at our level, but with your new body you'll be just like us." Lance says, stroking his thigh. The other poodles ogle the cat hungrily, one even licks his chops lewdly.

"What the hell are you talking about? Get off!" Riley shouts. Lance calls the unoccupied dogs forth. They sit around Riley's head on their butts. One by one they place their paws against his head until he is caged in, unable to turn his face.

"Euch, get your paws off of my face, fucking freaks." Riley says. "Oh, no no no--phhmm!" As Riley speaks a final poodle, the one who had flirted with him earlier, lowers his big paws on top of the cat's face soundly muffling him with his pads.

"Just relax Riley." Lance says calmly.

How is the cat supposed to do this? His entire face is engulfed by the paws of the males sitting around him. There is no turning away, no escape from the clammy, softness of the pads and the heady musk of the paws themselves. The smell is overwhelming, especially from the paws smothering his face. It's a creeping odor that works its way into his nostrils against the cats wishes and makes him dizzy.

"Mmh! Mph!" Riley attempts to shout. In response the paws on the cat's face are pressed in harder. The poodles giggle and grope Riley's prone form. The cat begins to feel very strange. His body tingles all over. Initially Riley thought this a side-effect of the paw smell he is forced to inhale, but when the feeling persists he realizes that it is too strong to be an effect of his disorientation. Something is happening to him, but he is unable to see what it is. Within his mask of manly paws Riley struggles to get a glimpse. He is able to turn his face just enough to see his arm between the gap of two paws. Though he has trouble believing that the arm he sees is his own. The arm that the dogs are holding is that of a poodle with shaved fur aside from a big, pink poof around the wrist. Riley clenches his fist and watches the arm's hand clench. But that couldn't be his arm. The claws, the fur, it couldn't be.

Yet the changes continue, causing Riley to truly panic. He thrashes even more strongly which only leads his tormentors to tighten their grip of his face. This in turn forces him to inhale more of their paw musk. The smell is changing as he sniffs it though. The heady scent of sweat now smells sweet and flowery. It wafts into Riley's nose like a dear friend the cat had somehow forgotten and been reunited with. A dull ache steals into Riley's head.

"Alright guys, that's enough. He's ready." Lance says. The paws are suddenly lifted from Riley's face allowing him fresh air and a view of the relatively blinding lights above. When Riley has caught his breath he sits up in a daze.

"F-fuck you. What the hell is thiss?" Riley shouts before realizing what has changed. He looks not over a short, feline muzzle, but the long shaved muzzle of a dog, a poodle. He looks down hastily to find his entire body transformed. He is as lithe and feminine as the other dogs, with a hefty rump and pink, trimmed fur. He has fluffy tufts of fur around his ankles, wrists and on his long ears. A poofy coiffure sits atop his head as well. He learns this when he stares into the mirror ahead. He is a poodle, somehow, and indistinguishable from the others sitting around him.

"No, no no! How is this possible?! What did you do to me?" Riley says in his new voice which has the lilting cadence that the others possess. Riley crawls to the mirror to inspect his reflection.

"Oh my gosh what a stinking cutie." One of the poodles says.

"Would you stop it? I'm not gay, now answer me: What did you do?" Riley says, looking over his shoulder at them. Someone then appears at his other side. A poodle who had snuck beside him as he was panicking at his transformation. The dog gently strokes Riley's rear, now quite hefty with his new form. Riley is shocked by this, but what surprises him most about the touch is that he is aroused by it. When the dog stands behind Riley and presses his groin, within his tight pants, against the former-cat's tail Riley breathes a heavy sigh.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Riley asks in his girlish voice. His erection makes itself known, betraying any of his attempts to deny he enjoys the encounter thus far.

"Very nice Riley. You're looking like a true fag now." The poodle says, as he slides off his shorts to reveal his own meaty hard-on. "Let me help you with your anal-flexability."

"Wait, what are you doing?" Riley says trying desperately to sound like he does not want the dog to fuck him. He truly does. Riley looks back at the dog with a blush which only turns him on further. "But I'm not--I'm not."

"Shhh. Here I come." The dog says. He slowly presses his cock against Riley's hole. The well-lubricated tip slides inside easily and the dog takes to steadily forcing his meat into Riley who is writhing on the ground in pleasure. He scratches the wood floor with his claws and grits his teeth. It's an encompassing pleasure that he can't ease with his scrabbling. It invades his mind and overwhelms his senses. Before Riley is once again able to determine which direction is up the dog reaches his bulb.

"Don't... stop." Riley growls. The dog grips Riley's thighs and pulls him onto his massive bulb. Riley screeches softly as, with a sharp slurp, he is fastened onto the dog's penis.

"Oh very good. You're a natural." Lance says from across the room. Riley had understandably forgotten their presence in his confusion. He looks at their reflections in the mirror to find the majority of the poodles kissing or groping one another. A few are presently masturbating to the act in which he and his partner are engaged. The dog behind him begins to hump forcefully causing Riley's eyes to flutter. "Next thing you know you'll be sucking dick and everything."

"Why not now?" The dog inside Riley says, spanking him lightly.

"Huunh?" Riley groans. He is almost too weak to stay upright. The pleasure shakes him to the core.

"Good idea. I think our friend here is ready for the next level." Lance says. The poodle, already nude, strides happily to Riley's front side. It takes some awkward shifting to turn Riley and his partner away from the mirror, but they manage. Riley looks up at Lance who makes a toothy grin at him. "Open up." Lance says, placing his thumb on Riley's bottom lip. Riley can't deny that he is hungry for dick, as much as he would like to. He nods at Lance and allows his jaw to drop. Lance quickly, but carefully, bends and directs his penis into Riley's yearning maw.

"Hnngg. Ulck" Riley gags a bit as Lance stuffs the entirety of his penis into his mouth. Once it is soundly inside though the new poodle sets to work sucking and licking the dog's meat with his unfamiliar long tongue which accomplishes the job exceedingly well.

"Oohhhh. Very good form Riley. Aww yeah." Lance moans.

"Come here you." The dog at Riley's rear says. Riley feels as he and Lance embrace above his back and kiss loudly.

Riley is soundly penetrated at both ends. The occasional squelching of the cock in his ass and the regular slurping serve to remind him of this. Riley realizes at this point that the transformation that made him into a poodle made him gay as well. How this could be possible he has no idea and presently he is too wrapped up to ponder it. The two dogs inside him hump with a rhythm. When one dick is pulling out the other is going in and their pace is fast. Riley, between them, can only groan his approval. Lance runs his fingers through the ball of fur on Riley's head.

In spite of their even pace Lance beats the other dog to the climax. He grabs Riley's head tightly and softly so that he can carefully control the final humps.

"Mmmph, mmmm." Riley groans.

"So good. You're so good. Ohhhh- nnhhh." Lance growls. He plunges his cock into Riley's throat as he blows his load. The climax surprises inexperienced Riley who accidentally swallows much of the poodle's copious seed. Riley notes the twisted grin on Lance's face and laps his cock clean before he pulls out. When Lance does so Riley's jaw sits slack and bits of cum dribble from his tongue to the wood floor.

"Oh god. Fuck me harder." Riley groans, shoving his big ass into his rear partner.

"Mmmh. You got it." He replies, tugging Riley even further onto his rod. He begins to make small, rapid thrusts while holding Riley tightly in place. Soon his balls clench. He ruts deeply into Riley before digging his claws into his rear. He comes inside the new poodle and humps continuously until his load is depleted. Riley's ass soon overflows though, spilling the dog's juices. Riley leans forward panting for the first time, chin on the floor. The dog behind him begins the delicate task of pulling his bulb from Riley. He soon unscrews himself causing Riley to emit a loud yelp. The poodle then sits against the mirror and gently tugs Riley to lean against him. Riley passively allows himself to be held while he comes to terms with the experience he just went through.

"Pretty fun right?" The poodle says, licking Riley's cheek gingerly. Riley averts his eyes and grumbles.

"Heh, I'm not even gay." He whispers, causing everyone who overheard him to laugh.

"Haha! I remember when I used to be that way." The poodle says. "Just relax, you'll get used to it. We're pretty fun guys."

"Hmmph." Riley grunts. He sits apart from the dog's chest for a moment before falling into his welcoming embrace. He looks at the other poodles, happily snogging and caressing one another. It pleases him, even if he refuses to accept this. Lance, frotting with a partner, catches his eye.

"Riley that was amazing. Are we going to see you next weekend?" Lance asks. When the attention of a number of the poodles turns to him he shies away. Though he discreetly strokes the arm of the sweet poodle holding him, and turns into his warm chest.

"We'll worry about that later." The poodle says, grinning at Riley who awkwardly returns the gesture. He glances to Riley's groin before remaking eye contact with him. "In the meantime... maybe I can give you a hand? Hahaha." Riley's cheeks blush furiously.

"Ok, fine. Maybe I'm a little bit gay." He says before planting an experimental peck on the poodle's cheek.