        "Son of The Old Switcheroo Revisited"
        by Pedro Vila



   "Am I good or what?" Brent remarked for the hundredth time. "Man, I can't believe what a deal we got on this house."
   "Go to sleep" said Caroline from the other side of the bed.
   "Yeah, I know, I know. It's just that I can't figure out how we got so lucky. I can't find a damn thing wrong with this place."
   "Maybe somebody died here. It's been for sale for over a year." Caroline sighed and rolled over signifying that it was time to shut up and go to sleep.
   Brent took the hint and was quiet for over a minute. "You know, the real estate guy seemed to think it was a bad idea that we had kids here."
   Caroline turned back and gave her husband a look like he was dense for a few minutes. Then she said, "Lisa's twelve. I think whatever's going to be a threat should be scared of her in a another couple of years. Brent?"
   "Hmmm?"
   "Shut up and go to sleep!"
   That time, Brent could hear the tone in her voice. Anything else he said would cause her to start getting ugly. He knew her long enough to know better than to go there.
   So Brent lay there thinking about the house, his life, his family. He had it good. Good job, good wife, good kid, good dog, good jeep, and now with this cheap house, lots of extra money for big boy toys and stuff like that.
   It was going to be a good year.
   Somewhere in the night, Brent went from daydreaming to real dreaming.
   He started awake when he heard Lisa open the backyard door and distinctly heard her voice whisper, "Come here, Butler." He never heard the back door before. No big deal, probably because no one ever opened it this time of night before. Yeah, that must be it.
   Brent could smell leaves and the musky smell of Butlers dog house, and oil from the jeep, and the paint from the house which he did last month. Brent could smell Lisa.
   He shoot wide awake. He was hearing wind and the ticking of a clock somewhere. Brent opened his eyes. Everything seemed grainy, like night vision goggles from some war movie.
   There was a round hole of weird light to his side. Brent turned to look and saw the backyard through the hole. Where the hell was he?! He could see Lisa across the yard, standing at the door in her pajamas, looking over to him.
   'Lisa? What's going on?' Brent tried to say, but it came out garbled and weird. "Rrorwowrarrrr."
   "Butler! Come here! Now!" Lisa was insistent. She was looking at him! Brent felt panic. He looked around frantically and saw the inside of Butler's dog house. There was his tail next to him, but where was the dog? It was dark and grainy looking so Brent followed the tail slowly and lost it when he couldn't turn his neck any farther.
   'What the hell?' No matter where Brent turned, he couldn't find the rest of his dog. There was the paws, glimpses of brown and black fur, but it was like an optical illusion.
   Brent tried to stand up to figure this out once and for all. He felt funny suddenly, and couldn't seem to get up onto his feet. He looked down and saw four dog paws under him. 'What the hell?!'
   A dream! He must be having a weird nightmare or something. Lisa was suddenly right there beside him and he felt a sudden hand choke his throat, and then he was dragged stumbling from the dog house. All Brent could think about was confusion and trying to get his legs to work right.
   "Rarrawoww." he tried to say.
   Lisa shushed him and led him to the door.
   Brent figured out some sort of rhythm to walk and was finally able to devote some attention to his sudden change of surroundings. Okay. He was a dog. He was his german sheppard, Butler. Then the dream would change into something else soon, so he might as well go with it.
   But this seemed different. He could smell everything around him like he was right on it. The kitchen tiles, the coffee in the cupboard, something moldy behind the fridge. He had heard that dogs had a keen sense of smell, and this dream must be part of it.
   He could smell the wooden steps that led to the basement. It was a collar! That's what the choking feel was. Lisa was pulling him by his dog collar. He felt strong too. Like he was all muscle, even his collared neck. The basement was musty smelling and he wanted to explore it while he felt this way.
   What the hell were they doing in the basement?
   "God, your so big." Lisa said, suddenly sitting and facing him. He could see her better now with the light on. She was looking at him strangely. He could smell her hair shampoo and clothes. He could smell her breath!
   'Wow! Dogs can really smell well.' He suddenly had an urge to lick her breath and a rich smelling tongue was out and on her face before he knew what he was doing. He could smell with his tongue! What a feeling.
   Lisa pushed back at him, and was breathing hard at the same time. He could taste her breath in the air. This was some strong dream!
   "Stay!" Lisa ordered. Brent stopped before he could think. 'Wow! That was weird.' It was like he was in the military again.
   Then she lifted his front paw and started to put one of his crew socks over it. Then she did the other paw. He looked down at his paws. What was she going to do next, put shoes on him? This was a weird dream indeed.
   Lisa leaned into him and gave him a hug. It felt nice. He always loved it when she did that, though she hadn't done it for a while now. Brent relaxed and enjoyed the long overdue hug. He loved his daughter very much.
   Then something grabbed at him in a place reserved for sex. His eyes shot wide. What the hell?! Somebody was masturbating him! He couldn't see to the right because Lisa was in the way, and there was nobody on the other side of him.
   'Lisa?! Lisa!!' "Raow!!" 'What the hell was she doing?!'
   "Yes, baby. I know you want it." she said into his ear.
   'What?! No!! Don't do this!' "Raoorroorrrwww" His hips started to buck by themselves as he felt himself grow down there.
   Lisa let go and Brent started to pace around. She leaned back and spread her legs.
   His daughter wasn't wearing any underwear! Her hairless little mound was red and she was touching herself there. "Come here, boy." she said, breathing hard. "Lick me."
   Brent's mind was racing. This was a nightmare all right. He was having trouble thinking strait. A smell he didn't recognize was strong in the air and it was making him crazy. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to run from it, and he wanted to smell it more.
   Brent's nose was sniffing hard. The smell! The smell was coming from Lisa! He was drawn to it.
   He sniffed her legs. No, but it was close. 'Her private place!' Brent sniffed there. His head rang like a bell. Alarms were going off everywhere. He felt a thousand different things at once. 'Don't do it. Yes! You have to. It's your daughter. She loves you. She's the wrong breed. The smell!'
   His tongue came out on it's own and the taste made him lose all control. He licked her as much as he could. He couldn't get enough.
   Lisa's fingers were right there and she opened herself up for him. Good, now he could get in deeper. No! The smell!
   His head was swimming in the smell. It was like a siren from some greek story, a call that was irresistible. He wanted to burrow into it's source.
   Then the source started to move and wouldn't hold still for him. 'Damn! Why was she doing that? Wait a minute, that's my own daughter I'm licking. Oh, shit! I'm a dog!
   'My beautiful innocent little daughter is letting a dog lick her personal area!'
   Brent tried to sit back and he looked down at himself. Through the noise in his head, he saw his own/dog penis red, inflamed, and huge thrusting out from him. It hurt. Brent looked back up and saw Lisa staring at it as well. She was looking from around her shoulder. Lisa was on all fours, waiting.
   'Don't do it! This is wrong in so many ways!'
   Brent couldn't stop himself from sniffing towards his ready daughter. She arched her back downwards and her charms became fully thrust out to him. His nose buried itself into them. Then before he could think strait, he was climbing on top of her.
   Brent was now fully on instinct. His hips bucked even before he could locate where he needed to go. Some fingers touched him and guided him home.
   Brent slid in deeply. The pressure just urging him to go even deeper. He settled onto Lisa's back and applied his full strength to her. She made noises but all he could hear was the call to mate. He had no control of himself. He could not stop until he brought himself to the big climax that he knew he would be having in her.
   Mindless thrusts. Clambering for a better purchase on her body. Using his head over her shoulders to press her back into him. Need to go deeper. Need to go DEEPER!
   His keen hearing can hear her grunts, the human part knowing that she's loving it. 'Loving it?'
   The smell, the smell that is multi layered and rich with complicated meaning, the smell that says that this what must happen. That it's unstoppable. The pain. The pleasure.
   The need!
   'I need to breed my bitch!'
   Then something happened. Brent hardly stopped when he felt himself suddenly slip into her like he had never been in a female before. She was pressing so tight around his erection, his need, the center of everything in the world.
   He noticed slightly that he can't pull free from her now. Lisa was biting down on something hard in her mouth. Brent could smell tears, he could smell a dirty blanket mixed with the taste of her mouth. Lisa was biting on it, trying not to make any noise. He could tell that she was really doing a good job of staying quiet, but it was like thunder in his ears and it drove him harder to mate her.
   It was beginning to hurt too much. He had to hurry up. He had to finish it. Brent felt frantic and started to dig his hand/paws into her harder. He needed to be even deeper.
   She cried out for a moment and then bit her hand to stop herself from making even more noise. It sounded like a yelp from a dog.
   He could smell her sweating.
   Somewhere in the coupling, Brent realized that this was no dream. It was happening and that made him understand that this was the best sex he had ever had in his life. Pure mindless fucking on such a deep level. He totally dominated her. She was helpless to get free.
   He owned her.
   Yet, in the back of his mind, he also realized that he was committing a horrible act by fucking his own daughter like this, complicated by his being an animal. An act that he could not stop himself from doing. As if he was under a spell.
   Then his body, his dogs body, started to seize up. Then the moment of all moments was suddenly upon him.
   He let loose inside of her and felt a powerful stream come from him and into her womb.
   Brent groaned. "Raowrwrwwwwww." And his body started to weaken. Lisa was sucking the life out of him through his dog dick.
   Then as sudden as it started, he was out from under the spell.
   He laid on her heavily and found that his mind was starting to clear.
   Brent tried to pull free but he hurt too much when he moved. Lisa was clamped on him too hard. No, wait. Brent remembered that dogs have a huge knot and can't free themselves until it shrinks down first.
   With his mind clear, other realizations became apparent. Lisa had done this before! Maybe many times before. She had it all down.
   For how long?
   Lisa was still getting off on this. She was still panting and moving around under him. The smell told him everything. What else has she been doing? Who else?
   Suddenly, Brent popped out of her. He was free!
   He looked down at himself. God, his knot was huge still! It must have been surely bigger when it was inside of her!
   He looked at his little girl. She was dripping with sweat. She turned and fell onto her back, exhausted. The look in her eyes was like the ones from his younger days, the women who loved to fuck. Caroline was like that once.
   "Oh my gawd. That was awesome! You must have really wanted it bad." Lisa spread her legs. "Now lick me."
   Brent reeled. His head was much clearer now and he was freaking out over what had just happened. He got up walk up out of the basement, but found he couldn't open the door. He paced instead.
   Lisa looked perplexed. "Don't you wanna' lick me now? You always lick me after."
   'Always?!' This was getting too freaky. He could smell her though and part of him was drawn to it. 'No! I got to get out of here!'
   Brent couldn't think of anything to do except scratch at the door and grumble with his dog voice.
   "Shhh. Quiet. You'll wake everybody up."
   Brent was getting frantic. He had to run from this terrible thing that he was a part of. He started to bark.
   Lisa was up in a second to stop him but she didn't know how. She ended up letting him out as quickly as she could. Brent made a bee line for the dog house.
   He was still a dog. How did that happen? What's he going to do now? He couldn't even talk. Who would know? Maybe he could somehow convince Caroline that he had changed into a dog.
   No! He couldn't stay a dog! He couldn't be a part of this thing that Lisa was doing to him. He would go out of his mind.
   Brent would have to make a plan. But his thoughts started to drift. He was worn out. He was not able to think strait. Sleep was coming to claim him and he couldn't stop it.
   His last thoughts were of what a fantastic fuck it was.

   The alarm went off. Brent shot up to a sitting position.
   "Jesus, honey. You all right?" Caroline said from beside him.
   He was in bed! Brent looked at his hands. He was human!
   What happened? A crazy dream? That must be it.
   Brent knew in his heart that it was no dream. He got up to shower. He looked at his penis, touched it, checked it for dried fluids of some sort. Clean as a whistle. He smelled his hands. Nothing. It was like he couldn't smell anymore. Everything was quiet too.
   He had definitely been a dog.
   After the shower, Brent dressed and checked the backyard. Butler popped his head up when he opened the door and then loped over too him. Brent smelled the air. It was a faint travesty of what he smelled last night, but it was the same smell. Funny how Brent had never noticed smells like that before.
   Now what? Should he tell somebody about his being a dog? Who would believe him? He looked at Butler in a new way. He could see the world through Butler's eyes now. He knew what it was like for him.
   Animal instinct and drives. Grainy sight and wonderful odors, even the bad ones.
   Brent remembered that he had smelled something behind the fridge. He shoved it to one side and saw what it was. It was a french fry! He picked it up and sniffed it. Yeah, that was the smell he remembered.
   "Morning mom." Brent turned suddenly. There was Lisa just sitting down at the table for breakfast. Caroline had passed through to get some coffee and then went into the bathroom.
   Brent stood there and watched his daughter pour a bowl of cereal. Lisa looked up and said, "What?"
   Brent looked at her, not knowing what to say. Not even what to think. He remembered the whole night and what had happened. He looked at Butler and back again, not knowing where to start.
   Lisa suddenly went red, the white. She bolted from the room with a hand going to her mouth then was gone.
   Caroline came in and said, "What's her problem?"
   Brent stared at the kitchen door then at his wife. He shook his head. "I.... I have no idea." What do you say at a time like this?
   He wandered out and the night kept going over and over in his mind as he walked to the basement. He stood looking at the place where it happened. The dirty blanket where Butler would sometimes sleep. He spotted something that he knew was there from before. Something he had never seen but knew the scent.
   Lisa's panties.
   Brent picked them up and held them for the longest time.
   He had an uncontrollable urge to sniff them.

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