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What mischief might a lonely man dare in the midnight confines of his private castle? Lit only by the pale blue glow of an oversize flat-panel television, Trevor Miller was about to test his own limits for sexual adventure within the sanctuary of the family room of his darkened suburban Denver home.

Family were all absent; his daughter boarding at the local university, his son on naval patrols in the South Pacific, and his wife away on a business trip. Thus bereft of companionship save for his faithful Belgian shepherd, Thor, Trevor reclined in his favorite easy chair, dog on the floor by his side. The muted, digital blur of the TV forgotten, consumed as he was by a conscience grappling with the dubious morality of his nefarious plan.

The smart phone clutched in his palm lay inert, his finger hovering over the icon of an app acquired from the mysterious and murky depths of the dark web. Cody, his IT support at work and a source of ethical corruption, had provided the secret IP address and password after extolling the virtues of the amazing variety of porn enhancing programs available to those willing to circumvent the covenants and shackles of traditional society. Exactly what Trevor was likely to find there had been vague, leaving him to assume the site was populated with mundane links to sex chat rooms or, if he was lucky, some deluxe virtual reality games. Instead, he stumbled across an intriguing app entitled "WereBendr" that promised the fusion of man and animal for hours of erotic enjoyment, a concept that had always tempted and aroused him.

The app's premise seemed harmless enough, probably nothing more than an image morphing program to generate furry erotica out of photos of people and animals, but when Trevor first decided to give it a try, he discovered that WereBendr was something much more sinister than could ever be explained by binary code working through the simple electronic components of his phone. Its real-world effects were truly astounding.

Trevor's wife had been out of town, as she was now, and his best friend, Ryan had volunteered to keep him company. Together they were binge watching their way through a new sci-fi series. Thor, being affectionate to a fault, shared the couch with Ryan. That juxtaposition of man and dog--and absence of spouse--is what stimulated Trevor to experiment with the app for the first time wondering what the instructions had meant by the need for both a human and animal subject of the same gender being in close proximity for the initial calibration.

There were numerous settings on the app including one labeled "_full integration time."_The help function was as worthless as with most software, so he shrugged and accepted the default setting of two minutes and did the same with every other prompt. After pressing the "_Go"_button, he stared intently at the little screen, but nothing happened other than the buffering spinner moving in its frustrating circle. That annoying icon would have held his attention as he waited for an image of some kind to appear, except for his friend's sudden exclamation.

"Hey! Where did Thor go?"

Trevor glanced towards the couch and saw that his dog no longer occupied the space between Ryan's legs.

"I don't know. Probably heard a cat or a squirrel at the backdoor and went to check on it."

"No. I mean he just freakin' disappeared. On me one second, gone the next."

"Dog's don't just disappear. You probably fell asleep for a minute and missed him leaving. This episode's boring enough to make anyone snooze."

"Yeah. Maybe you're right. I do feel kind of tired...and also queasy like maybe I'm gonna throw up."

"You want me to get you something?"

"How about a glass of water?"

"Okay."

Trevor rose to fetch the drink, but froze in his tracks as he passed near his friend. After rubbing his eyes to make sure what he was seeing was not just a trick of the dim light, he began to suspect the WereBendr app might somehow be responsible.

The exposed portions of Ryan's arms that were normally as bare as a baby's bottom were covered in black hair that grew longer as Trevor gaped. A similar growth covered his face and neck. Even more confounding, his entire body seemed to stretch and enlarge.

"Fuck. I'm burning up," complained Ryan, "And these clothes are strangling me. Help me get this shirt off."

Trevor pulled at the fabric to get it up and over Ryan's head. His friend lifted weights regularly and already possessed well-defined musculature and broad shoulders, but he seemed to have suddenly acquired the build of an NFL line backer. The already tight sport-shirt now fit like kids clothes on a gorilla, but thanks to the nearly infinite elasticity of spandex, Trevor managed to remove it with little damage.

Now that Ryan was naked from the waist up, it was obvious that the affliction of excess body hair had spread. Trevor wondered if his friend's lower half was also as fuzzy. Opportunity to satisfy his curiosity manifested when Ryan struggled to undue his belt buckle and loosen the waist of his pants, but was unable to accomplish the task on his own. Thickened fingers had grown pad-like protrusions on the underside of the most distal digits, and a larger pad appeared upon his palms. Nails also elongated, becoming more claw-like. Manual dexterity had faded along with his humanity.

Getting nowhere on his own, Ryan begged Trevor to remove his pants. The task proved harder than the shirt, and it was well that Ryan wore loose boxers instead of tight briefs. With his most private assets also expanding, his underwear now fit like a pro wrestler's shorts. The button in the middle of his fly was threatening to pop loose from the pressure of the underlying bulge.

For a moment, the transformation seemed to have halted, and Trevor gasped at the frightening similarity to the wolfman of horror movie fame.

"Are you alright, buddy?" asked Trevor of his friend, who lay with his eyes tightly shut.

"I think so, but my head's spinning with weird thoughts and voices."

"Are the voices yours?"

"Not sure, master," the creature answered as if mimicking someone else.

"What did you say?"

Ryan's eyes popped open, and the normally gray centers were dark brown and occupied nearly all of his irises. He sat up suddenly and licked Trevor's face with his oddly elongated tongue.

"I love you. You're so good to me."

"Whoa! Yeah." Trevor was taken aback by the sudden display of affection from his buddy. "Like friends do good things for each other, right? I mean, those must be some pretty weird voices. That last bit sounded like something I'd expect Thor to say if he could...Wait. Shit! Really? Thor? Is that you?"

"You can understand me?" asked the voice, then Ryan returned. "What the fuck is happening?"

The creature stood and bent over to rest it's paw-like hands upon Trevor's shoulders. Even hunched forward as Ryan was, he loomed six inches taller than his normal height.

"Was that me or the dog talking?" Ryan's voice asked in alarm before doubling over from the resumption of the change.

By the time the silent fusion stopped again, the resulting hybrid was still human in basic form, but he was covered in fur identical in length, density and pattern to the vanished Belgian shepherd's. His triangular ears had moved towards the top of his skull and filled with soft down. An elongated snout full of pointed teeth had replaced his nose and mouth. His tongue, impossibly long for a human, hung to one side as he panted.

His physique was that of the sexiest pro wrestler. Muscle, fur, and a happy, inviting expression of pure love all combined to engage into overdrive a new gear within Trevor's libido. For the first time in his life, a long repressed case of bi-curiosity transformed into an unquenchable desire to make love to another male. A forbidden realm beckoned where cocks ruled, and the simulation of the warm embrace of pussy was only available through a backdoor alternative.

An obvious, growing erection grew in Trevor's pants, and if Ryan-Thor's similarly engorged member kept expanding, his overstretched boxers were doomed to destruction. All the signs of mutual attraction were present, but Trevor hesitated despite the throbbing urgency of his and his companion's lust.

Was it true that both parties wanted the same thing? Trevor had to be certain.

"Uh, Ryan? You uh...you feeling what I'm feeling?"

"Ryan? Where's Ryan?" answered the handsome beast in a voice deep and reminiscent of a growl but somehow brimming with innocence foreign to his human friend's usual manner of speech. "I love Ryan. He's a good person."

"Thor? Is that you talking?"

"Yes, master."

With the dog's consciousness in control, Trevor's reservations vanished. Master and pet enjoyed a long evening of sexual debauchery. Afterward, while sleeping off the rigors of their enthusiastic coupling. Ryan reverted to his human form, Trevor redressed him, and the fully recovered friend exhibited no memory of the event, thinking he had just been tired, fallen asleep, and been plagued by strange dreams.

Weeks passed and Trevor still hadn't found the nerve to discuss the incident with Ryan, unable to think of a way to justify the morality of his experiment. Thor had consented to sex and enjoyed himself, but Ryan had not consciously participated. Was that rape? Trevor could think of no precedent upon which to judge.

Like any addict, though, he was hooked on the sensual thrill, eager to try the app again despite any lingering guilt. This time he had concocted an alternative arrangement, only waiting to implement it until the first private opportunity presented itself. His wife was traveling again, it was late Friday evening, and she had a red-eye flight home. Many hours were still available for some fun.

Not willing to involve a close friend again, Trevor chose a random victim by ordering a pizza from a popular regional chain, which he noticed had exceeded the advertised thirty minute delivery guarantee. While idly wondering if he was entitled to a free meal, the doorbell rang.

Encouraging Thor to follow, Trevor opened the magical app and carried his phone with him to the door. The guy waiting on the porch in his bright red _Big Dog Pizza_jacket held a similarly colored, insulated delivery bag in his hands. A matching cap turned brim backward covered his unkempt, dirty-blonde, eboy, parted-in-the-middle haircut. A scraggly, nearly invisible goatee surrounded his mouth. Normal of height, but scrawny, he was an unimpressive specimen for the second fusion attempt. Trevor reconsidereduntil something about the kid struck himas oddly familiar.

Trevor wracked his memory trying to place where he might have met this unkempt nineteen year old until he imagined him sanscompany jacket and hat. This was the jerk his daughter, Hannah,had shacked up withduringher first few months of college. The prick had cheated on her, and not with just anyone, but with one of her own friends before dumpingHannahon Christmas Eve. Dealing with the emotional wreckage over the holidays had strained the entire family.

Having only met this young philanderer once during his daughter's first year orientation session, Trevor doubted his recollection until heobservedthe name "_Dallas"_etched into a plastic plate pinned to the delivery boy's white undershirt. An uncommon name like that couldn't be a coincidence. A devilish grin warped Trevor's face as he contemplated the delicious irony of this opportunity for some payback upon the asshole who traumatized his little girl.

"Sorry for taking so long, dude," apologizedthe driver, oblivious to Trevor's identity. "The joint was near closing when you, and like, four other people called at the last minute. The other drivers had gone home, so I had to take 'em all. You just happened to be last."

Thor, always sensitive to his master's moods, bared his teeth and growled at the intruder, who took a step backwards.

"Whoa! Does your dog bite?"

"He's never bit anyone. Don't you like dogs?"

"I'm kind of scared of 'em, especially large ones like yours."

"That's kind of weird considering the name of your employer, but don't worry. He's really a big puppy and super friendly. You just need to get to knowhim, and just like that..." Trevor snapped his fingers. "...you're instant buddies. You know, get inside each others heads. It's a bonding thing. I honestly believe that you two could become like one if you tried."

Trevor poked at the app as he spoke, setting the full integration time feature to five minutes. He was beginning to understand WereBendr a little better and hoped that the transformation would take longer. He wanted to enjoy every moment of the switch from gangling punk to canine-anthro beefcake.

Tapping the "_Go"_button, Trevor set the phone aside on the small entryway table; WereBendr would do the rest on its own, and he was determined to immerse himself fully in the pleasures to come without worrying about having to mess with the device.

A gasp of surprise from Dallas made Trevor turn his attention back to the open door.

"Like, what the fuck just happened? Your dog vanished. Is this some kind of weird magic trick?"

"Actually, yes. It is. I don't understand how it works myself, but that doesn't matter. What matters is how you are feeling."

"Me? I feel fine except for being a bit weirded out. Can I just have the money, give you this pizza, and go?"

"Maybe five minutes is too long," Trevor mumbled wondering how to stall for time before his quarry walked away. "Let me go get my wallet. I left it by the TV. Wait here in the hall."

Dallas reluctantly stepped over the threshold as Trevor shut the door behind him.

"I'll be right back," he added, hustling away only to return about thirty seconds later without any money, not daring to leave his evening's entertainment alone for long.

The pizza guy had removed his hat and was fanning himself with it when Trevor returned.

"Hot?" Trevor asked.

"Yeah. Burning up."

"Good...I mean good to know. Let me help you get that jacket off."

"Oh, well, you see I'm supposed to wear it all the time when I'm on the clock. Company rules."

"But I'm your last stop, so you are done for the night, right?"

"I suppose..."

"Time to have some fun, right?"

The transition was underway. Small follicles of pale body hair grew longer and darker. Trevor helped Dallas remove his coat and his shirt having learned that the increase in mass to accommodate the fusion of Thor's seventy pounds with the skinny kid's one hundred forty or so was going to make every garment way too tight. Dallas protested the loss of his shirt feebly.

"Really, dude. Why'd ya take my shirt?"

"Because I wanted to see you without it. Your pants are next."

"My pants? No way. I ain't into gay shit..."

"No? What does Thor have to say about that? Does Thor want to be a good boy and play with master?"

Bewildered as if unable to disentangle the conflicting thoughts in his own mind, the slowly morphing pizza guy stumbled over the words and thoughts he fought to understand let alone control.

"Oh yes. Just like last time...No. Did I say that? What last time?...Can Thor be on top this time?...Oh, fuck. I'm not getting on top of anybody and no one gets on top of me..."

"Sure, Thor, you can be dominant," assured Trevor. "Just help daddy by kicking off your shoes and allow me to remove your pants and underwear."

While the proto-anthro's feet--halfway to becoming hindpaws--threw off his Nikes and socks, Dallas' hands fought briefly against Trevor's, but then warred upon themselves until hanging loose at his side.Khakissoon fell to the floor, and Trevor sank to his knees with them. A silky layer of bulging red briefs hung just in front of his nose.

"Does Thor want some nuzzling and licking right here?" he asked as he placed one hand over the swelling lump and the other beneath the changeling's stub of tail to begin tugging downward upon the waistband.

"Don't..Don't do that...Don't..." protested Dallas again, but his hands remained inert, and his voice modulated back to Thor's. "Don't stop, master. Thor likes your touch."

"I won't," laughed Trevor, slowly lowering the intervening garment until only what nature ordained remained.

The fusion process was at work there, too. Nothing extraordinary or remarkable manifested initially, just an average length human erection, but extra mass has to go somewhere, and why not where it counts?

Beginning with a circle of skin at the base that grew outward, a sheathattempted to enclose the lengthening and thickening organ with no success.

"My dick! What's happening to...My dick is yours, master."

Stunned by its size and steady transmogrification from human to canid, Trevor kept his hands to himself and removed his own clothes instead. Fleshy pink deepened to veiny red. The purple head became a flattened spade. The shaft bulged in the middle a bit like an overstuffed sausage. When the change was complete, the entirety was nearly as long as Trevor's forearm.

The creature to which it belonged was covered in a thin coating of straggly black fur, and its face was still mostly human except for an abundance of facial hair, pointed ears, anda mouth full of exaggerated canines. Unlike the first time Trevor beheld this frightening stage, he was now comfortable in the presence of what most people had been trained to fear as a monster.

"You look like you're aching for some release," he teased while fondling the billiard ball sized testicles. Covered in a short down of the softest fur, they were a delight to caress.

Meeting no resistance from the Dallas half of the creature, Trevor lightly stroked the shaft, eliciting a slow dribble of pre-cum. Tentatively he tasted it with the tip of his tongue. Like the previous encounter with Ryan-turned-Thor, the clear fluid was essentially tasteless, but an alluring odor of pure male musk accompanied it.

Before he fulfilled his promise tohis beloved pet, he wondered how much of the cheating, bastard delivery boy remained.

"Hey, Dallas. You there?"

"Shh_," urged Thor. "_He's sleeping."

Glancing upward, Trevor watched agog the smooth progression of the fusion's final phase. Athletic musculature that had emerged from nowhere to cover Dallas' scrawny frame, continued morphing the human scarecrow into a master renaissance sculptor's study of the human ideal--Michelangelo's _David_anthropomorphized.

Whether merged with Ryan or Dallas, and each had their subtle differences, anthro-Thor was the most beautiful creature Trevor had ever beheld, and true to his native canine breed, he was well balanced, even elegant in appearance. Strong, agile, toned, and full of life hardly sufficed as descriptors to capture his countenance.

The guard hairs of his pelt were long, straight and abundant; the undercoat dense. The color black dominated everywhere except for a small patch upon his chest and another coating his chin and muzzle. Like a nineteenth century lady's collarette, the manesprouting from beneath his ears encircled his strong neck. Similar fringes adorned the backs of his forearms, breeches, and thighs.

Trevor felt positively puny and inadequate in the larger male's presence, a perfect frame of mind to play the submissive role he had pledged toThor. Wasting no time, he took the anthro's throbbing staff in his mouth, using lips and tongue to tickle and caress, incorporating the lessons he retained from his first attempt at pleasing another male, especially one whose penile physiology different significantly from his own. Unlike a human cock, Thor's registered sensitivity along its entire length instead of being concentrated at the head and glans. There was one particular spot, however, that exceeded the rest in delivering the blast of current necessary to trigger the ejaculatory pump.

At the base where shaft and wrinkled sheath met,thebulbus glandis, or knot, wasalready swelling. Wishing to delay his partner's orgasm, Trevor contented himself with teasing, tickling and suckling the tip, while stroking and squeezing the length. Through it all, he enjoyed the delirious expression of ecstasy on his lover's face.

He attempted to swallow as much of the bulging memberas he could, but it bumped against the back of his throat, denied further passage by his own involuntary gag reflex. Hungry for a taste of salty jizz, Trevor gripped one large testicle with his left hand while squeezing anthro-Thor's swollen knot with the right. The beast' response was instantaneous if not spontaneous; a pulse against his left palm was followed by a similar surge against his right before jets of cum filled what little space remained within his mouth. Frantically he tried to swallow it all but much squirted past his lips to drip and collect in a series of sticky puddles on the parquet floor.

Releasing the swollen bulb staunched the flow, and Trevor was able to breath again.

"Wow. You've been saving that up for a while, huh, buddy?"

"Sorry, master."

"No. No. It was great--just more than I could handle. You must be well hydrated is all."

"What's 'hydrated'?"

"It means you have drunk enough water, that it allows your body to make lots of spunk."

"Master's hydrated too then."

So caught up had Trevor been in ministering to his partner, his own orgasm proceeded without his conscious knowledge. The result was evident as a drippy mess all over anthro-Thor's legs.

"Whoops. We'll have clean that off you later. Are you ready for round two?"

"What's 'round two'?"

"It's the main attraction, where you mount me. Do you know what to do?"

"I think so. Like last time except you on bottom?"

"Exactly. Just let me lube you and me up first. I think I'm gonna need it. You're huge."

"Is that good?"

"I'm gonna find out."

Trevor fished a tube out of his pants pocket and generously applied it around his virgin anus and along Thor's magnificent shaft. Dropping on all fours in front of his partner, he was preparing to explain the mechanics of anal sex, but anthro-Thor wasted no time straddling him and pushing down on his shoulders to tilt his rear end up higher for a better angle of attack. With perfect aim and a dozen or so pelvic thrusts, the puckered portal stretched and yielded until only the knot remained outside.

The unnatural intrusion was like nothing Trevor had ever felt before, something akin to being torn asunder from the inside but in an oddly gratifying way. Knowing Thor would worry if his master revealed any sign of discomfort, Trevor bit his lip, groaned as if in ecstasy, and clenched his eyes shut until his guts and overstretched sphincter found peace with the unfamiliar assault.

He didn't have long to wait. His boner returned, hard as anthro-Thor's, and his body began interpreting theevent as a source of pleasure instead of pain. Heaven and Nirvana reigned until anthro-Thor abandoned his rapid, humping thrusts for a final push of unrelenting pressure.

Trevor had nowhere go, pinned as he was between the floor and his partner's powerful hips. It took all his will power not to scream as tender flesh stretched beyond its design limits. Shooting stars streaked across the inside of his tightlyshuttered eyelids.

Oblivious to his master's distress, anthro-Thor was caught in the grip of pure instinct. Planting himself deep in his mate was all that mattered. A wet, popping sound, accompanied by a surge of fluid deep in Trevor's guts, signaled success. Dutifully following an evolutionary programmed sequence, anthro-Thor turned himself around until he and Trevor knelt with their rear ends abutting.

Trevor lay panting with his face on the wood floor until he recovered his breath enough toattempt movingaway from the brushing of Thor'sswishing tail against his back.Finding himself tiedand inseparable, Trevor panicked, worried about his wife discovering him so bounduntil he realized her flight wasn't due to land for at least another hour; plenty of time remained for more sex. His unflagging boner agreed.

"Hey, Thor?"

"Yes, master?"

"The floor here is kind of cold and hard on the knees. I'd like to move into the family room."

"Me too."

Trevor pondered how they would crawl awkwardly to the back of the house without injuring each other, but anthro-Thor solved the dilemma by spinning back around, crouching forward, and standing with his master held tight against his groin. A canine's dick is marvelously flexible even when anchored in his bitch, and master was now in the more submissiverole. Carried like a newlywed bride over the threshold, Trevor let anthro-Thor transport him to the couch to continueconsummatingtheir union until sleep conquered them both.

Trevor's heavy eyelids refused to open at first. Rampaging sex is tiring, especially with inadequate sleep afterward. Groggy, he was confused about time and place, wonderinghow long he had slept and where he was. The lack of light spilling past the edges of the window blinds indicated it was still night, but whether it was nearly dawn or barelypast midnight, he had no idea. The flickering illumination ofthe television from behind his back informedhim that he was on the couch in the family room. Attempting to roll over to read the mantle clock, he experienced three shocking revelations that brought him to full wakefulness; the foremost of which was that he lay spooned against another person who wasn't his wife, the second being that the other personwas a man, and thethird that his spouse was due home any minute.

"Oh, shit," thought Trevor in a panic asall the possible consequences of having to confess to his victimwhat had happened and then explain it all again to his wife sank in.

Full blown hysteria followed. "Oh fuck," he groaned aloud. "What have I done?"

Trevor shivered from dread, his heart momentarily racing out of control. Only his military training saved him. Twenty years in the army, including combat missions in Iraq and Afghanistan, had taught him how to temper panic and think his way out of the most harrowing of situations. Before the wild thumping in his chest reached two score beats, a plan to save himself was assembling in his mind.

Ryan and Thor had both remained in a deep torpor bordering on a coma for at least half of an hour after un-fusing. The same lethargy seemed to be repeating this time around. To test his theory, Trevor reached down and poked the snoozing shepherd in the ribs. Unresponsive, except for a slight twitching of his nose, the normally alert dog lay still and unresponsive on the floor.

Detangling himself from his couch-mate as gingerly as possible, Trevor stood to assess the situation. He was naked and so was Dallas. The teen'sbony, pimply ass stared up accusingly like a baleful moon. The sight was simply not arousing at all, only making Trevor feel dirty and appalled with himself.

"_How could I have so enthusiastically ploughed that?"_he wondered while dressing.

It took several minutes to recover the image in his mind of anthro-Thor's gorgeous, tight, muscularass positioned so nicely below his fluffy tail.

"Am I only attracted to guys who are half animal?" he postulated before cursing his stupidity at speaking aloud.

Neither sleeping dog nor man stirred during his moment of audible self-recrimination, which he took as a favorable sign. His desperate scheme to avert humiliation and maybe even criminal prosecution was ready to execute. It required Dallas to remain unconscious so Trevor could dress him and then carry him out to his car if necessary. After that, the kid was on his own. With less than twenty minutes before his wife returned, Trevor set to work.

Dressing an unresponsive human is not an easy task. Perhaps nurses and morticians are adept at the obscure art, but not since diapering his infant children had Trevor ever attempted anything approaching this novel feat, and never on an adult.

The entire process was a ridiculous struggle that would have seemed comical to Trevor under less stressful circumstances, but he manged it, though the result left Dallas looking likea hobo thathad slept in the same clothes for a week. Too rushed to care, Trevor considered his workgood enough and didn't bother with socks and shoes.

He fireman-carried the unconscious youth to his small pickup truck and placed him the driver's seat. Dallas kept flopping over onto the passenger's side, so Trevor decided to leave him like that with the empty pizza bag on the floor along with his footwear. There was a money pouch in his jacket pocket full of cash, so he added a twenty.

"You can keep the change. Doubt you ever put out more for a tip than you did tonight, you worthless bum," added Trevor before closing the cab door and retreating inside.

He was still barefoot himself and grimaced as he planted one foot in a puddle of congealed cum on the foyer floor. Realizing he had more evidence to destroy, he rounded up some cleaning supplies and went to work erasing the lingering visual and olfactory residue of his little party.

An Uber pulled into the driveway as he was finishing. Remembering at the last second that he had never touched the pizza, Trevor threw a few slices in the kitchen garbage and left the rest in the open box on the counter before climbing into his easy chair and pretending to be asleep in front of the television.

Wondering how he had wound up asleep in his truck, Dallas massaged his aching temples feeling hungover. Broken bits of memory returned. Handing off the final pizza of the night to a guy with a scarydog and then feeling woozy was the last thing he could remember. After that, nothing. He must have decided to take a nap. Why he hadremovedhis shoes and socks, he couldn't fathom, but the constricting feeling of his underwear twisting his nuts and crawling up his ass was a more pressing concern. He had to stand in the street for a minute and re-adjust everything until his clothes fit right, then vowed never to sleep in the cramped confines of his vehicle again.

Dallas verified that he still had all the night's receipts before checking his phone. He had not been robbed, but just as he had feared, his clingy girlfriend had sent over a dozen messages demanding to know where he was and why he was late. She was a low self-esteem, emotional basket case, possessive and constantly in need of sex as proof of his devotion. She tested the limits of even his robust libido, but at least she didn't charge him rent or even ask for grocery money, which made her worth keeping. He sent her the best lie he could concoct, claiming there had been an emergency at work requiring him to help clean up a big mess. The manager refused him any breaks to check his messages, but he was now on his way.

Lurching away from the curb, Dallas narrowly missed sideswiping a taxi pulling into the driveway. An attractive, middle-agedwoman in a pencil skirt business suit and calf high boots stepped out and walked towards the front door without a glance at the departing delivery truck.

A happy and excited Thor greeted her when she opened the door. To keep his claws off her expensive clothes, she squatted and ruffled his fluffy mane.

"Who's a good boy? Who loves his mommy?" she asked and received a swipe of tongue across her cheek in response.

Wiping the saliva off her face with her sleeve, she sighed realizing that her jacket would now have to be dry cleaned, and hanging about the dog was a musky funk reminiscent ofa clothes hamper full of used gym clothes.

"Phew! Did you fight with a skunk? You're getting a bath tomorrow."

Powerful pheromones from the seed of three different males accompanied the smell. Hormone levels within her brain weresubtly altered generatingan unconscious response to the lingering odor of sex.

"...But that can wait. Where's that husband of mine? I feel in need of a reunion."

Thor dutifully followed his mistressto the bedroom, then to the den, and finally to the family room, where she kicked off her boots, dropped her panties, hiked up her skirt and straddled her recumbent, slumbering husband. This wasn't the greeting Trevor had anticipated, but he did his best to fake both surprise at her appearance and delight with the prospect of another exhaustinground of sex.

Still bearing a conscience raging withguilt, he struggled to think of something romantic and appropriate to say, but her eager lips locked with his, negating the need. She tugged insistently at his pants and underwear, removing them with learned proficiency from dressing and undressing children so oftenthatthe act was nowsecond nature. Trevor suspected she could have done a far superior job at dressing the unconscious Dallas, and silently added the occupation of mother to his previous list of so trained professionals.

Trevor shocked himself by responding physically to her sensuous assault. How many times had it been already tonight? He had lost count. Too manyfor any man toget hard again, and yet the proof was standing tall beneath his belly, not even needing the firm grip of his wife to proudly point towards the ceiling.

"_Another WereBendr miracle,"_he thought only to have an accompanying resumption of anxietyuponremembering thathis phone was in the front entrywaywhere his wifecoulddiscoverthe app.

If that happened,he was dead, but the secret was safe as long as they were together. Balls deep beneath her grinding pelvis, neither were going anywhere for a while.He'd get the phone and delete the app after she got tired of impaling herself. Until then, nothing further could go amiss.

"It's not like Thor knows how to use a smartphone," he jokedinside his own mind, unaware of the blind irony of that thought.

Convinced his personal universe was safe and well ordered once more, Trevor let love's mania ensnare both he and his mate, plunging their conjoined bodies down a rabbit-hole into the most erotic of wonderlands.

Thor watched the infrequent but familiar display of his copulating owners. Becoming engorged himself, he longed to join, but was sensitive topastrebuffs from the mistress over similar attempts. Whining and begging had never convinced her to relent and usually resulted in banishment to the backyard. Thus frustrated, the dog wandered away, led by some instinct or supernatural power toward the front door.

The thin, luminescent brick that his owner loved to cuddle was waiting there. A new, subtle compulsion in his canine brain urged him to poke at it with his nose. Slider bars moved in response. The text _"Accept changes?"_appeared then vanished with the touch of a damp snout as did the subsequent _"Go"_button, followed by the bizarre dislocation of mind and body that had accompanied each of his previous fusions.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," thought Dallas as he stumbled zombie-like into the kitchen of his girlfriend's cramped studio apartment.

It was fortunate that the distance was less than twenty feet from the bed because he barely had the strength left for that short trek. To his dismay, his dick disagreed, remaining stubbornly hard despite his desire for it to surrender and accept the sleep the rest of his body demanded.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he continued aloud. "I mean no more fuck...no more fucking tonight that is..."

"What's that, honey," mumbled his girlfriend without even rolling over to look his way.

Certain that Brooke was talking in her sleep, Dallas ignored her and began thinking it was time to search for another sugarmama. Maybe a cougar this time. Older chicks, he reasoned, might be less sexually demanding, giving him more time for what he wanted to do in his spare time, blazing and gaming.

Hearing no further inquiries from the bed, he opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk. He drank half the contents before the chill air on his boner made him look down and remember the condom still clinging there, it's cum filled end swollen like a water balloon.

Before he could remove the tight sleeve, a light headed feeling and feverishness made him place his hands against the counter to steady himself. Fur began sprouting and spreading over his body faster than he could track it with his eyes, which were fixed upon his rapidly enlarging and mutating cock straining mightily to escape the confines of its prison. An explosion of jizzaccompanied the sundering of the overstretched latex, splatteringhis elongated face, the cupboards, counter, and floor.

Anthro-Thor paid no head to the mess, casually licking the sticky goo from his snout.This was a strange place, and he could smell a nearby human female. Silentupon the soft pads of his feet, he moved to the bed to inspecther closely. Her back was to him, and she was only partially covered by a blanket exposingher ample bottom and the slick folds of her sex. To verify her identity, he stuck the tip of his nose between her thighs. She curled up tighter in response and pulled the blanket over her rump and legs.

"Mph! Don't you ever get tired?" she yawned covering her head with a pillow. "We can do it again...in...the...morning..."

Heavy breathing indicated that she had returned to sleep. Anthro-Thor gave her no further thought. This was not his mistress, and no scentof his master was anywhere to be found. He needed to get home to his owners.Dallas was slumberinginside his head, but his memories were available to provide the distance and direction. Possessing the endurance of a well bred herding dog, ten miles was barely an hour's run even in his current form.

Leaving the apartment behind, the fusion of man and dog, with the latter in mental control, sprinted through dark greenbelts and parks along trails and bike paths. Master and mistress were having funwithout him, and he was eager to join. Masterenjoyed making love to Thorwhen he was in this form.Surelythemistress would, too.

[End of Story]