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zoo, transformation, furry

A man and his bitch are transformed into furrys

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World of Immortals - Awakening
by: Stasya T. Canine

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Immortality has a price:  We get to live with our memories.

For us it began with simple words, whispered while we were greeting the
morning.

* * *

Habit is a wonderful thing--until the unusual happens.

Without opening my eyes I pulled Kyla into a hug and whispered "Good
morning, Kyla."

"Good morning, David.  Sleep well?"  Her nose touched mine in a gentle
kiss.

"Of course.  You tired me out last night."

"Good."

That was when my mind caught up with events.  Remember my comment about
habits?  For seven years my lover and I had been greeting mornings with a
hug, my whispered 'good morning' and her nose-to-nose kiss.

A conversation with Kyla had NEVER been a part of that greeting, for a
very good reason.

She's a bitch.

Who was I sharing my bed with, that she would know our morning ritual so
well--and answer to my lover's name?

I opened my eyes.

Kyla's muzzle.

Kyla's familiar smile.

Kyla's eyes, filled with a familiar humor.  "David, you look good with a
muzzle.  I've always felt you are more dog than human."

"Muzzle?  I love you, Kyla and it's wonderful to have a dream like this...
 But eventually we'll both wake up and return to what we are."

"It's not a dream."

I sighed, partly in pain.  "Kyla.  Be reasonable.  I'm a man.  You're a
bitch.  That's what we've been all our lives.  We can't suddenly become
furrys while we're sleeping--and live happily ever after.  That's the
stuff dreams are made of."

"David.  I wasn't asleep when it happened."  Her ears went flat.  "She
asked me to choose if I wanted us to become true mates, with long lives
ahead of us.  Neither one of us was what we appeared to be.  Did I make a
mistake when I asked for these bodies?"

I closed my eyes and thought about what she'd said.  After seven years of
living with her, I knew her body language so well that she couldn't lie to
me and get away with it.  I also trusted her judgment more than I did my
own.  If Kyla said this was reality, it had to be reality.  End of debate.

I hugged her again.  "You didn't make a mistake."  I opened my eyes and
touched her nose with mine.  Understanding refused to come so I settled
for habit, instead.  "What do you want for breakfast?"

Her ears perked again.  "Not dog food!"

* * *

Once in the hallway we could smell food cooking.  I  looked at Kyla  and
asked the obvious question:  "Who's cooking breakfast?"

She shrugged.  "Her.  I'm hungry, let's go eat."

When we entered the dining area a petite Irish Setter looked up from her
half eaten meal.  "Get your food.  Sit.  Enjoy.  Plenty of time to ask
questions after you eat."  She went back to eating.

It was my turn to shrug.  "Be nice if I knew what questions to ask. 
Thanks."  We served ourselves and settled at the table.

While Kyla and I were eating our first helpings the setter managed to eat
two more full plates of food.  When she sat down after getting the third
platefull she caught my eyes and laughed.  "Takes a lot of energy to help
folks find their true reality.  I'll burn this off when I go back to work
this evening."

"Find their true reality?"

She stopped and pointed her muzzle at each of us.  "Dramatic words to
describe a mundane job.  David, you and Kyla earned a chance to choose a
better life, that's all."  She looked down and her ears twitched sideways,
then back in our direction.  "Won't always be easier or without pain but
you'll manage.  Immortals always find workable solutions.  It helps when
they've already had lots of practice."

Kyla laughed.  " 'Workable solutions'?  Yes, we've spent seven years
finding them.  Now that we can really understand each other, life will be
a lot easier."

She and I looked at each other and I finally grinned.  "Yep.  I also
imagine there will be changes in our relationship now that it's two-way
and not limited by having to immerse ourselves in a culture not of our
making."  I stopped when I realized I was making an assumption.  "We
haven't left this house.  What's 'out there'?"

The setter didn't look up from her eating.  "Finish eating.  Then we'll
talk--as long as you need to."

She raised her head and grinned at me.  "What's your hurry, anyway? 
'Nobody here but us immortals'."

It sank in and I turned to stare at Kyla.  "You said 'long lives'."

She was the picture of puzzled canine innocence.  " 'Immortal' means 'long
lives', doesn't it?"

There was a snort from across the table.  I sighed.  "It does.  However,
'long lives' doesn't mean 'immortal'."

"Oh."  She looked thoughtful as she went back to eating breakfast.

* * *

I thought I wasn't hungry but I finished two plates of food anyway.  I was
chasing the last of the gravy with some toast when I realized I hadn't had
any trouble eating.

I looked up and noticed the setter watching me, with a bit of amusement in
her eyes.

"Feel better?  I'm Tara, your friendly miracle worker--and fellow
immortal.  Figured out any of those questions?"

I glanced at Kyla, who was quietly using a brush to groom her fur.  "Yeah.
 How come I was able to eat without problems?"

Tara's smile was infectious.  "Simple.  Body memory.  Next question?"

Kyla reached over and touched my arm.  "David.  Let it go.  Do the details
really matter if we have forever?"  Her eyes held mine as she tightened
her grip on my arm.  "Can't you be the dog you are and *accept*?"

I winced and put one of my hands on hers.  "I'll try."  She nodded and let
go of my arm.  I turned back to Tara.  "What do we do now?"

She tilted her head and studied me.  When she spoke next there was
something that sounded vaguely like pleased approval.  "Anything, or
nothing.  Kyla said it best: 'accept'."

She vanished.

I sighed.  "Well, I suppose I deserved that."

A familiar pressure caused me to look down.  I had to piss and that
thought made me wonder about the new equipment I had... and that look
caused me to sigh again.  New body, old equipment.

"David?"

I looked up.  "Nothing much.  Same penis, that's all.  That part of me
didn't change.  No knot or sheath or anything different to go with the new
body."

"Tara asked.  I like your penis the way it is.  She laughed and said
something about me being corrupted by the feel of a human's penis."

"Yeah?"

Kyla paused and frowned.  "I don't know if I'll get this right.  When a
dog fucks me and his knot locks us together I feel like I'm being forced
to finish the whole act.  If I want to pull away and try to please myself,
I can't.  When we fuck I can explore things when I want to.  You make me
feel like we're partners, not like I'm *just* a way for you to have sex."

Heavy thoughts.  I ducked.  "I gotta piss."  She followed me to the
bathroom and I frowned when she stood in the doorway and watched me.

"You smell nervous, afraid.  Why?  I've always watched you piss in the
morning."

I sighed.  "It's different now."  I was, with a lot of concentration,
finally able to relax and piss.  After a couple of strokes to make sure I
was drained, I looked up to see Kyla smiling at me.  There was a slight
lift to her lips that told me she was grinning.  "Yeah?"  It was slightly
beligerent but I figured I was entitled to some of that.

Her head titled to one side in a familiar gesture.  "Don't move."  She
stepped forward and reached for my penis.  "I've always wanted to have
hands.  I'm tired of only being able to taste you."

Her fingers probed, squeezed and generally explored my crotch.  I flinched
a few times and each time she paused briefly and looked into my eyes.  I
shook my head each time to let her know she hadn't hurt me, only surprised
me.  "Too sudden.  I have to get used to it.  I've only dreamed..."

She nodded and straightened back up.  We hugged. There was familiar
contact when she nuzzled my ear.  This time she was able to whisper the
words that I'd always given her in my mind.  "The bed.  I want you.  Now!"

We stood side by side, with our arms around each other's waists and went
to our bedroom.  When she fell forward and rolled to her back it seemed
the most natural thing in the world for me to bend down and kiss her
vulva.  She had the same taste I was used to but there was a tang I didn't
expect.  She was in season.  This made me pause in confusion.  How
compatible were we?  Could I get her pregnant?  Did we want puppies, or
whatever our children would be called?

I sighed and pulled away to look at Kyla.  Regretfully, I settled on the
edge of the bed.  Her eyes opened and I could see her puzzlement.  "You've
stopped."

I nodded.  "I'm not ready for puppies.  If we fuck without protection,
while you're in heat, will I get you pregnant?"

She propped herself on an elbow and studied me.  "Wait.  Let me think. 
Tara might have mentioned..."

I waited.

Kyla frowned at something she remembered.  Then she looked at me oddly
before going back to thinking.  Finally she smiled.  "I had to translate
things in my mind so I could understand.  Tara told me that unless I was
ready for a family, I couldn't get pregnant until you wanted to get me
pregnant.  I guess both of us will want to have puppies before I can get
pregnant."  There was that frown again.  "I've never thought about it
before.  I like to fuck but I want you to myself.  I guess I don't want
kids yet, if ever."

She rolled on her back again.  "That's settled.  I can't get pregnant. 
Let's fuck."

I studied her still lithe form.  Some things hadn't changed.  When she
wanted to get fucked she had never hesitated to be obvious about her
needs.  I smiled.  True, her obviousness had helped to get rid of my
doubts when I questioned if what we were doing was right.  I certainly had
no doubts now that she could clearly tell me what she wanted.  This was a
reality I could learn to enjoy.

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Stasya T. Canine
March 24, 2005

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