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It finally came. It took weeks and weeks and shipping, much more than was advertised, I never understood why these companies do this. These things rarely work anyway, you can order something in the mail, and it might end up defective or flat out broken, and that's if it's even what you wanted! At least the shipping was free; I had no clue where it was from. In fact, I never learned where it's from, it's like it was made at home by some aspiring mad scientist. Maybe I was a test subject, but at the price it cost me, the materials alone would be worth the money.

I opened up the box, no instruction manual, only a single little sheet. I could've gotten this thing at Ikea, and still have had clearer instructions, and also more useful. Any instruction that starts with "Do not aim at face" doesn't seem worth reading, especially when those very instructions are for a bloody gun! What's next, they'll stick those warnings on the side of torpedoes?

It was a really strange object; it looked just like any handgun, at first glance. Good thing I'm an American citizen, or I might have had gotten some attention for receiving this thing in the mail. According to the sheet, this thing was called a transmorinigificationalitor. I think. I can't remember. Maybe that wasn't even what I ordered. And frankly, who cares if it has a name that can't be pronounced (did I even say it right, just now?), it's very damn cool!

The idea was that thing could merge any two beings together. A little like that old movie, the Fly, where this guy ended up becoming part-fly, only... Without all the messy, disgusting parts. It just merged creatures, just like that, into a single being that shares the same mind. There was even a way to reverse it right away, and to those creatures, it's as if nothing had ever happened. I wish I still had it. I guess it's better that I don't.

The thing is, I have a wife, and a daughter. A very beautiful wife who's too good for me, and a daughter that's quite a bit of trouble. Not only is she in the middle of her teenage years... She's a Goth, and not the pleasant kind. She never listens to me, only her mother, it's like they're plotting against me! And if they weren't, they definitely are now. I deserve it, I suppose.

Things aren't great for me right now, and it's all thanks to this gizmo I was just describing, the transthingy. Why did I think it would help me raise my daughter to be less rebellious? It all seemed so smart back then, except for one small flaw : the new being only keeps that new personality for as long as it's merged! If it's split up into the two original ones, they go back to how they were before! How did I not see that?! Was I expecting her to simply be like my faithful little Aventia.

Aventia is the name of my dog, a beautiful black Doberman, which I've had since she was a puppy. She always listened to me, she was always there with me, and she was always trying to get me to play with her. I figured she'd be the perfect creature to merge my daughter with. I was definitely wrong.

The creature that resulted was not at all what I had expected. Again, I was wrong. I thought I'd have the same old daughter, only with Aventia's personality. What I got was different. Appearance-wise... The new being was somewhere between a human and a canine. It looked like those furries, the ones you see wearing suits and stuff, and with the weird sites everywhere... I've always hated them, I was never able to figure out why people would like those, and yet, I had one in front of my eyes, in flesh and blood. To make things worse, this was a mix of two of the creatures I loved most.

I had gotten at least one thing I wanted, however. The new being was playful. VERY playful. As soon as she was "created", that is, merged into a single being, she wanted to play. I was lucky her clothes stayed on. This was partly my daughter, after all! So I did just that, I played. It was the kind of games a man would have with his puppy, but this was different. She was listening to me. My rebellious Goth daughter was listening to me! I hadn't felt so proud of being a father since quite a while ago, when she was still a little girl.

Seeing all this had given me an idea, though. Because she was my daughter, there were some games I wouldn't allow myself to play with her. The kind of games that a female dog would like to play. A female dog in heat. I couldn't do such a thing with my very own daughter, and I didn't. It was maybe the only smart thing I had done that day. My daughter wasn't even aware of how much fun time we'd spent together, when I separated her from the dog. A shame, but I knew how to make it happen again, if I wanted.

It was my wife that got the next try. She couldn't care less about... Well, about sex. We're married, it's fine! Isn't that what marriage is all about?! Bah, forget it. The point is, I was craving it. I wanted it, all the time, and she wouldn't. It's not so much that she wasn't interested; she just knew how easy it is to manipulate a sex-depraved man.

The solution seemed way too obvious back then. On one hand I had a wife who wouldn't give me any sex, and on the other, I had a dog in heat. I may have failed many math classes when I was young, but this was a no-brainer. A flick of the switch, a firing of the beam, and the waving of a biscuit were all I needed to get her at my feet. Literally. She was sitting on the ground in front of me, tail wagging and her tongue out of her mouth.

It was very odd to watch. This was my dog, but also my wife. My very beautiful wife, whose beauty was still in that anthropomorphic Doberman. Sure, her ears were on top of her head, she had a tail, her skin was now covered with black fur, and she had a maw, but she was very damn beautiful. I was ready to do just about anything with her, and vice-versa. I could tell by the look in her eyes as she was sitting that she had something other than the biscuit in mind. I was lucky to have such a bitch. What? It's the correct term for a female dog, it's not disrespectful!

So it came. I called her to me, told her to do this and that. It was just about everywhere, she wouldn't stop, whether it was on the bed, on the floor, or even down in the living room. I'd have to explain the claw marks to her after. That, and the bite marks in the furniture. Good thing I hadn't trusted her with a jaw like that, all I would feed her were biscuits. And she got many of them. She deserved them.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. I had spent the entire day having fun with her, almost non-stop. But I had to eat, and so did our daughter. Good thing she was at school that day, I wouldn't have wanted her to see us. The rest I could find a phony excuse such as a bear entering our house and scratching furniture at random. I stuck with a cougar, to make it more credible.

I was entirely sure my daughter had remembered nothing of what I did to her. It just wasn't possible, she acted exactly the same way as before it had happened to her. So why did my wife remember? She knew what I had done. What we had done. The merged creature had done it willingly, but that wasn't my wife's choice, it was the dog's.

She also knew how it had happened. The gun. Where had I left it? I couldn't remember, I had left it somewhere during the countless minutes of incredible sex. She remembered, though. So I got what I deserved. I'm not sure if she ever learned of what happened to my daughter, and I guess I never will. The neighbours must really be wondering about me now. How many women keep a humanoid, hermaphrodite dog with boobs in their backyard? I don't care anymore. She's bringing me my food. Is that a squirrel there?...