Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2008 12:51:47 +0000 (GMT)
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog day Afternoon.  Chapter 29

	The journey home for Staz and Vicky proved to be fairly uneventful.
Staz's travelling cage proved effective against prying eyes.  The large
travelling case had been divided into two sections.  Whenever an inspector
appeared to check the case, Staz's doggy senses enabled him to detect the
approach early and he would slip quietly into the `sleeping' section whilst
either allowing only his doggy rear section to show or alternatively his
doggy head.  In the sleeping section there was only one spy hole and Staz
simply pressed his German shepherd head up close to the aperture thus
blocking any proper view of the rest of his body. All the inspectors saw
was a fine looking canine head followed by a somewhat vague shape
disappearing into the dark recesses of the case.  To the casual observer
the occupant of the case appeared to be a normal, healthy German shepherd
type dog.

However, Vicky had been dreading the final entrance into America for she
fully expected the health inspectors to demand a complete examination of
the `dog'.  To her amazement and huge relief, the inspector simply checked
Staz's canine health certificate and glanced briefly at the intelligent
head and eyes staring at him from the small entrance of the sleeping
compartment.  Staz and Vicky were lucky because there was a big panic
on. Several very expensive racehorses had arrived slightly injured after a
very bumpy and difficult flight from France.  The rest of the inspector's
colleagues were stretched to the limit helping with the vetinary work.  He
was working single handed and stretched past breaking point.  Both Staz and
Vicky exchanged huge sighs of stunned relief when he quickly waved the case
through and into the waiting Van driven by Jane.

"Didn't they say anything?"  Asked a surprised Jane.

"No," squealed Vicky as relief overtook her pent up tension.  "There was
some trouble with some racehorses being injured in flight and they were all
too busy to check out just one old dog.

They just checked the health documents, glanced at Staz's head through the
little inspection hole then let us through."

Jane gasped with relief and once inside the van they released Staz who
immediately took his seat behind the driver where the windows were tinted.

It would have been foolhardy for Staz to sit in the passenger seat in full
view.  A dog-taur would have soon caused a crash.  Nevertheless, the day of
reckoning was fast approaching; someday soon, Staz would have to go public.
Even Jane could not help staring at her erstwhile friend.

	"You're wearing a bra and a sort of leotard for your dog body." She
observed.

	"Yes, well so would you if your tits were starting to develop."
Replied Staz.

	Jane smiled as her transvestite sympathies admired the tight
fitting leotard with the conjoined `popper' feature that covered Staz's
human vagina.  Staz's human, female mons was clearly noticeable between his
doggy forelegs.  Jane already knew about Staz's new vagina for Vicky and
Staz had warned everybody.  Despite this, Staz found himself unconsciously
`crossing' his forelegs to somehow hide his femininity.  His labia majora
were clearly outlined where the front seam and poppers of his leotard
pulled tight into his `camel-toe'.  Jane sensed Staz's discomfort and
sighed knowingly.

"We'll have to get you some proper clothes.  That leotard is all very well
amongst us friends but in Public you'll have to choose some looser pants or
something.  Here, put this on, that bra doesn't cover much either."

"Thanks," replied Staz as he gratefully slipped the little bolero jacket
over his trainer bra and fastened up the buttons.

After making Staz decent, Jane swung into the driver's seat and drove back
to the homecoming party.

When Staz stepped down from the van there were gasps of delight following
squeals of excitement as everybody gathered around.  Two notably interested
characters were of course Davinia and Wacky, the dogs with human brains.
Both of them immediately ingratiated themselves with Staz and pawed
hopefully to be allowed to examine Staz's new body modifications.

Beverly the girl with a bitch tits and a dog's vagina also felt a twinge of
curiosity.  She secretively fingered her sensitive bitch tits and wondered
how Staz felt now that he or perhaps she was co-opted into female society.

As she studied Staz more closely she smiled for there was no denying that
Staz had budding breasts under his `little miss' trainer bra and that was
definitely a girl's `mons Venus' under his royal blue figure hugging, -
well she wasn't sure what to call the tight-fitting stretch garment that
covered Staz's dog body from human waist to dog's butt.  It resembled a
leotard with an overly wide neck aperture to encompass Staz's human waist.
However the front also resembled tight fitting `tap pants' and the wide
human hips blended very provocatively into Staz's powerful canine
shoulders.  The apertures for his legs left his four canine legs bare to
let Staz run free like the wind.  Then Beverly smiled inwardly as she
recognised the little `hook and eye' fasteners behind Staz's human mons
that could be released to facilitate a visit to the toilet.  It was obvious
that Vicky had prepared the garment carefully and that Staz now obviously
performed his ablutions via his female apertures between his (or was it
her-) canine forepaws.  Staz would obviously have to `sit' on the toilet
facing towards the back of the pan. However the new `hip' flexibility
afforded by the conjoinment of female human `ball and socket' pelvic joints
to Staz's canine humerouses would readily accommodate any such posture.  It
seemed that Staz had now acquired all the advantages of quadruped
locomotion but with additional prehensile human upper limbs.

`Gosh!  He was a lucky devil,' thought Beverly.

Staz however too busy was savouring the adoration in Davinia and Wacky's
eyes for they now had high hopes of similar modifications to their doggy
bodies.  As Davinia and Wacky pranced and whined in exultation Staz looked
down at them.

"Would you two like to have arms?"  He asked as Vicky and Trysta listened
attentively.

Both dogs barked once in loud, affirmative desperation and whined piteously
to emphasise their wishes.  It was obvious that they did.  They also hoped
that perhaps they could have their human speech centres connected
neurologically to their canine voice boxes but they had no way of conveying
these thoughts.  For now, they were still dumb little doggies.

As the coming home party went into full swing, Staz was treated like a
celebrity as friends savoured the delight of shaking hands with a dog-taur
whilst hugging the provocative feminine body of a nubile, adolescent
girl. Additionally they generally indulged in all sorts of activities that
could only be conducted with human hands.

Davinia and Wacky could only look on enviously as they whined regularly and
tried by various paw movements to convey their desperate hopes that one
day, they might have human arms.

Several times during the evening, Davinia savoured the delightful aroma's
emanating from Staz's human sex and this eventually brought her into a
frenzy of arousal and lust.  Naturally Wacky was similarly affected but
their feverish needs were to remain unsatisfied as Trysta deliberately
curtailed Wacky's erection with her zapper.  There were to be no untoward
accidents or licentious displays at the homecoming party.  Poor Davinia and
Wacky were driven into frenzy of frustration throughout the evening until
they were driven home and finally allowed to indulge their needs back home
in Trysta's apartment.

Once the pair were lifted onto Trysta's bed, she released Wacky's libido
with a single press of a button on the zapper's little keypad and poor
Wacky exploded into action as Davinia jammed her insatiable nether quarters
hard against his ramrod stiff organ.  Within seconds the pair were satiated
and then tied firmly together for the night.  Trysta then savoured a
delightful tonguing by Davinia causing her to climax in frenzy of delight.
Finally they all three fell into a deep satisfied slumber.

The following morning Trysta discussed Davinia and Wacky's future over the
phone with Vicky and Staz.  For Vicky it was a delight to see her erstwhile
partner Staz holding the extension phone to his Alsatian ear as they spoke
together.

After confirming beyond all doubt that the acquisition of arms, tits and a
girly vagina was the best thing Staz had ever experienced, they concluded
that a similar fate would suite Davinia and Wacky.  Staz confirmed his
delights as he confessed to Trysta the pleasuring he had shared with Vicky
the previous night.

"Believe me Trysta, I never knew that girl on girl sex could be just so
delightful.  You lesbians have got it all.  I knew that clitorises were
more sensitive than cock but `Boy-oh-boy'!

"More like `Girl-oh-girl', I think darling," countered Trysta as she looked
down to see her beloved bed partners drooling with anticipation.

Davinia's tail was wagging like a metronome whilst Wacky was waggling his
butt desperately in an attempt to display his hopes.  Trysta smiled and
bent down.

"Well, well would little doggy-woggies like arms as well then?"  She
crooned.

Both Davinia and Wacky howled in positive unison in a desperate canine
effort to vocalise their hopes and ambitions.  Trysta smiled benignly.

"Ye-es.  I thought so.  Then you could help in the restaurant couldn't you?
Fetching empty plates maybe."

Both dogs continued whining obsequiously for it mattered not a jot what was
expected of them provided they could only acquire the same advantages as
Staz.  Trysta returned to the phone.

"These two poor mutts are desperate for arms and hands.  What d'you think?"

Staz chuckled and affirmed he thought it would be a good idea though he
cautioned Trysta.

"You'd best ensure some way of stopping them talking though.  You'll need
to somehow isolate the neurological connection from human speech centre to
canine voice box.  Otherwise they will talk out of turn about their having
been cananised."

Trysta agreed without conveying the contents of her conversation to the
doggies.  She just turned and smiled down at the hopeful pair.

"Staz and Vicky agree, we all think you should have arms and stuff."

Both doggies let out a howl of ecstasy then waddled off as fast as their
stumpy little legs could carry them barking and whining with delight.
Trysta smiled affectionately as she watched their little butts waddling and
swaying with evident satisfaction.





A week later, Staz went public amidst much hullabaloo.  The problem for the
courts was that no amount of legal argument could circumvent the medical
reality.  Here was a dog that could talk, had obvious human intelligence
and furthermore was able to conduct every dextrous task that a human could
do plus a whole lot more.  With virtually no case law to fall back on the
judges had to concede that Staz must be allowed to enjoy all the same human
rights as an `ordinary' human being.

Eventually the legal wrangling died a death and the publicity settled to an
everyday procession of rubberneckers that any other celebrity had to
endure.  It remained now for Davinia and Wacky to undergo the same process.

Fortunately, the press and media had not made the connection between Trysta
and Vicky so they were not aware of Davinia and Wacky's condition.  It
proved an easy task to ship Davinia and Wacky to North Africa to undergo
similar surgery.  Trysta accompanied the doggies on the flight out whilst
Vicky followed a few days later to avoid attracting attention.  Staz of
course remained back home in the USA.

This time there were complications.

Because Davinia and Wacky were genetically speaking, achondroplastic dwarfs
it followed that the human bodies would have to be achondroplastic dwarfs
as well.  There was also the additional problem that Davinia and Wacky's
doggy bodies would not quite balance the front heavy mass of a human torso
attached to the neck area.  To make their bodies stable, Dr Ahmed explained
that the doggies would have to have their doggy bodies lengthened slightly
to stop the dog-taurs toppling over forwards when they tried to stop or
turn suddenly.  Ahmed explained to Trysta and Vicky how he would have to
lengthen the doggie's spines about a foot to make the dog-taurs balance at
a fulcrum point directly over the doggie's forefeet.

"Well if it's got to be, it's got to be", conceded Trysta.  "Will it be
painful for them?"

"Not after the procedure is complete but it will impossible for the pair of
them to bend their doggie bodies or curl up.  Their spines will have to be
stiffened by titanium rods to keep their backs strong.

Otherwise the stretched vertebrate won't be able to support their backs and
they'll sag like wet rags."  Confessed Ahmed.

"Hmm," sighed Trysta as she turned to Vicky, "what do you think?"

"You've got to balance up the advantages of having hands with the
inconvenience of not being able to curl up."

"Well they don't actually curl up that much."  Confessed Trysta.  "They
always sleep with me and they stretch out between the sheets.  They tend to
sleep more like humans than dogs.  Dogs tend only to curl up to conserve
heat.  They stretch out luxuriously in my bed because it's lovely and
warm."

"There is another issue," confessed Dr Ahmed.

"Go on," pressed Trysta feeling there could hardly be any worse news.

"Well, it's the ratio of their arms to their bodies.  As you know,
Dachshunds are the achondroplastic dwarf pedigrees of the dog world and
Bull dogs are dwarfs as well."

"You've told us that," pressed Trysta a little impatiently.

"Well it's the proportions you see.  Their limbs are disproportionately
very short.  The arms won't reach very far.  Not even down to the uh-hhm,
female genitalia."

"What.  You mean they won't even be able to, -"

"Attend to their needs either bodily or sexual."  Finished Ahmed.

"Oh my God," sighed Trysta so all they'll be able to do is carry plates and
stuff and feed themselves."

"They'll be able to fasten their own bras, but they'll need help dressing
their doggie parts."

Trysta turned to Vicky and wagged her head thoughtfully.

"I think it's too much to ask."

"Shall we put it to the doggies?"  Replied Vicky.

"We'll have to.  This not at all as I expected."

"There's always the clincher," added Vicky.

"What's that?"

"Well if they go through with it, they can have their voices back, albeit
with the zapper cut-off switch.  Can't have the little buggers carrying
tales.  They are still paying for their crimes and that's got to be a life
sentence."

"OK then, we ask them.  What is it again, one bark for yes and two barks
for no."

"Just make that abundantly clear to them, we don't want any mistakes."

Having agreed the procedure, the girls put the questions to the doggies.

After a longish pause both Davinia and Wacky finally agreed.  After
learning that the titanium rods would actually strengthen her back, Davinia
agreed for like many of her dachshund breed, she already suffered from
occasional acute bouts of pain caused by her pedigree's dwarfism and
elongated back.

Wacky also suffered from sore joints and when it was explained that this
could be ameliorated by substituting some human femur and stronger `hip
joints for his old doggie forelegs much of his wobbly bulldog gait would be
removed.  Eventually both doggies agreed and the following Monday they went
under the knife.

The human torsos were those of aborted identical, twin, achondroplastic,
dwarf girls whose dwarf mother had been unable to carry them to full term
because of complications with their development in the womb.  Davinia and
Wacky did yet but know it but they were to become twins, at least in their
human parts.

This time, because of the complexities associated with both Davinia's and
Wacky's spine strengthening plus the leg repairs to Wacky's forelimbs, both
doggies remained under the anaesthetic for over two months.  By the time
they awoke from their induced coma, their bodies were well healed. Their
back and joint pains were gone.  Nevertheless it was a surprise for both
dogs when they were woken on the same morning and found themselves
struggling to sit up and then stand.  Doctor Ahmed had to explain that
getting from a prone position to standing would take a little practice now
that their spines were much stiffer and longer.

The pair whined helplessly at first as their stumpy limbs paddled uselessly
but eventually after much scrabbling about and learning that their
forelimbs were now much more flexible because of the ball and socket joints
at the conjoinment of the human hip and doggie shoulder, the pair finally
managed to right themselves.

However, both dogs quickly realised that if they slipped over on their
sides on a smooth surface like the polished floors in Trysta's apartment,
they would be scrabbling helplessly for hours until somebody helped them.
Their arms, for all their human flexibility and dexterity, were too short
to provide enough leverage to right their upset bodies. Both doggies soon
realised that they would have to look out for each other and be prepared to
help each other up if they got stuck.  Another wrinkle was that they had to
manoeuvre like eighteen-wheelers when it came to tight bends.  They had to
take the corners extra wide and use their hind legs like
`rear-wheel-steering'.  However these small inconveniences were more than
compensated for by the wonderful addition of arms.  Even though the arms
were too short to scratch their pussies, they at least now could eat like
normal human beings and carry things to earn their keep.  The only other
thing was that they were much lower than Staz whose head was four feet off
the floor.

Even with their achondroplastic torsos, Davinia's head was still only two
foot six inches off the floor whilst Wacky's was about three foot six
inches.  However the best thing of all was that Davinia and Wacky learned
that they now had voices.  True they were utterly controlled by Trysta's
Zapper but they could now, with practice, slowly learn to speak and express
their wishes.  Like Staz, the words were deformed by the doggy voice boxes
but slowly they both learned to articulate consonants and substitute vowels
with modified whines and howls.  The sounds were weird to the uninitiated
ear but Trysta understood both doggies from day one because her ear had
long been attuned to Staz's strange voice.

Davinia and Wacky were pathetically grateful.

Naturally, Trysta kept Davinia and Wacky's existence a secret for several
months before finally letting them go public.  When the judge came to
inspect them, Trysta had de-activated their voices with the zapper so that
the judge was forced to conclude that unlike Staz, here were two mutants
who were little more than dumb dogs.  Unusually he didn't have the
foresight to ask if the dogs could write and Trysta had made sure that the
`doggies' were out in the kennels when the judge came to inspect them.  The
whole scene was one of two laboratory experiments that had gone radically
wrong.



Indeed the judge suggested having the animals `put down' but Trysta's pleas
wrought about their salvation.  She claimed that they were her pets and
that they actually helped around the house as far as dumb doggie
intelligence coupled with human hands would allow.

"After all judge, they live here in the privacy of my apartment over the
restaurant and none of the café's clientele complain.  Indeed they like
seeing the dogs lying on their chairs outside on the sidewalk."

The authorities had only learned of the existence of the dogs when a police
officer had felt forced to report their existence a month after the dogs
had resumed sitting on their cushions outside the restaurant.  None of the
café's regular customers had been shocked or offended indeed, after Staz's
publicity, they almost took the appearance of Davinia and Wacky for
granted.

A straw pole amongst the customers had convinced the judge that there was
no just cause to have the dogs euthenised and Davinia and Wacky earned
their reprieve.  After the judge left and Trysta switched their human
voices on and the doggie's wailed lamentably.

"It's not fair, we're still dogs but Staz is human!"

"You were criminals and you are still being punished," countered Trysta.
"Be thankful for small mercies, now go and collect the plates, were running
out of clean cups and saucers."

Ruefully, the doggies waddled off to collect the dirty dishes.  Trysta
watched and smiled as their human boobs bounced deliciously in their bras.
Whilst Wacky with his slightly longer limbs, might be able to move smoothly
enough to avoid excessive boob bounce, poor Davinia would hardly ever be
able to run again without a strong supporting bra Her stumpy little legs
gave her a rapid bouncing gait that cause her boobs to bounce and swing
uncontrollably.  Trysta grinned as Davinia was forced to slow down and walk
sedately as she stabilised her swinging boobs before entering the
restaurant.

As they crossed the threshold into the public areas of the restaurant, the
border settings on their voice controllers automatically de-activated their
voices.  At all times in public, Davinia and Wacky would be unable to
speak.







Defeated by the science of the zappers, Davinia and Wacky commenced their
table duties.  This involved their pushing two little trolleys around the
restaurant and stopping at the tables whilst looking up beseechingly and
whining to the customers to hand down any dirty plates.  The regulars soon
got the idea and willingly handed down their dirty dishes to the patiently
waiting dogs.  The doggie service soon became a huge publicity gimmick for
the restaurant.  However, for public hygiene purposes, the dogs were not
allowed to serve at table, only clear away dirty dishes.  This also ensured
that the doggies had no access to paper notepads for taking orders.  The
dogs could not pass secret notes pleading for help.  They remained
prisoners of their doggie status.

Because of his slightly lengthened forelegs, Wacky was slightly taller and
thus able to reach the tables and clear away dishes from any table that had
been vacated before the doggies had managed to perform their duties.  This
forelimb lengthening also raised Wacky's doggie body higher off the ground
and enabled Wacky to slide over Davinia's rump and have his evil way with
her whenever his dog-cock was enabled.  This however was not very often
because Trysta's zappers kept a tight reign on their libidos.  Despite
their almost constant urge to indulge, their organs were completely under
the control of Trysta's zappers.

Poor Davinia usually spent the whole day with her doggy parts throbbing
with need whilst Wacky had to endure the tantalising odours of a horny
bitch constantly accompanying him and working alongside him in the
restaurant whilst he could do nothing to assuage her needs or his.  The
other issues involved their human bodies.  Every night both `girls'
desperately needed to masturbate their human cunnies each had the libidos
of horny young teenagers but because they could not reach their own female
vaginas they each had to rely entirely rely upon the other doggie.  Their
own achondroplastic foreshortened arms and fingers could never reach below
their navels.  Trysta used to love watching both girly doggies masturbating
each other as they indulged in their overwhelming human desires on the
living room carpet.  So great where their needs that both `doggies' had to
mutually satisfy each other in the full view of Trysta's gaze or indeed the
gaze of any of Trysta's friends.

Not for them the privacy of the bedroom, they simply had to indulge their
needs just like any common dogs in the street.  Thus their status was made
obvious to them; despite their human sensibilities they were legally
doggies.

Each evening after the `doggies' had exhausted their human capacities,
Trysta took her friends to bed and indulged her own needs as her `pets'
obediently indulged any needs Trysta's libido dictated, doggie or human.

In the bedroom the pillow talk usually lasted right up to midnight before
the needs of their jobs commanded that they go to sleep.  For Davinia and
Wacky the sheer delight of sharing long intimate chats with Trysta was the
only compensation for their wearisome, working dog existence during the
day.  Both doggies however were truly grateful for small mercies, their
punishment for rape was to last them to the ends of their lives which
seemed to both of them infinitely better than execution.

Another strange little wrinkle was that Davinia's doggy nipples had now
become as sensitive and erotic as her girl tits.  If Davinia was undressed
and sent out to play naked on the lawn without breast support for her
twelve doggy nipples, they would hang down to an inch clear of the ground.
Inevitably the grass would tickle her nipples and bring her to a frenzied
state of horniness.  So much so that she could be reduced to remaining
frozen to the spot to avoid any titillation of her nipples by disturbing
the grass.  If the grass was any longer, it would also tickle her girl
cunny which was only some four inches clear of the ground because of
Davinia's ridiculously short dachshund legs. This circumstance also
occurred indoors if Davinia had to traverse any deep pile carpets, although
whilst her bitch tits became stimulated, at least her girl parts were clear
of the titillating shag-pile.  Her only respite was to choose smooth tiled
or polished wooden floors and `tippy-toe' delicately about thus avoiding
any contact with the floor by her slightly pendulous bitch breasts.

Naturally therefore, Davinia endeavoured to constantly wear her special
`multi-cup' support lingerie to avoid any such distractions.  Trysta would
always smile as Davinia's morning routine always involved some begging by
Davinia to persuade Wacky or Trysta to help her slip her long sausage-like
doggy belly into a suitable sheath of stretchy elastane and nylon or silk.
Dressing was thus always a tricky operation for Davinia especially if her
assistant chose to titillate her nipples as she eased her long doggy body
into it's close fitting lingerie.

Poor Davinia was utterly vulnerable and always in thrall to the good will
of her companions.  Dependency became her middle name.

Often she complained of her condition but Trysta had little sympathy.

"Just be grateful you haven't been put down like some rabid beast and be
thankful you share my bed with its silky satiny sheets."  Countered Trysta.

"But it's just so demeaning," whined Davinia.  "I mean every time I trot
along on these tiny little legs, my tits bounce and wobble.  It's just so
provocative and I've watched everybody staring.  Look at this; if I tumble
onto my side, I'm just so helpless.  Once I'm lying on my side, I can't
even get myself upright." Protested Davinia as she demonstrated by slipping
over on her side then flapping her achondroplastic arms uselessly.  "My
arms are just too short and my long doggy back is just to stiff to twist!"
Whined Davinia.

"Well stop complaining," demanded Trysta as she gently eased Davinia
upright again.  "Wacky is in the same situation and I don't hear him
complaining so much."

"Wacky doesn't have sensitive bitch tits."  Protested Davinia.  "Down there
he's a dog!  When he falls over his tits don't get squashed or tickled."

"Oh shut up and go to sleep!" Protested a tired Trysta.  "Just be thankful
you can enjoy such delightful sensations." Demanded Trysta.  "If you don't
stop whingeing, I'll leave a dildo vibrating all night in your bitch cunt!"

So saying, Trysta gently tipped Davinia over again so that she was
helplessly capsized on her side like a stranded whale.  Immediately Davinia
fell silent.  The very thought of having the dreaded doggy dildo with it's
cock-knot lodged in her bitch cunt and vibrating all night had an immediate
effect.  Davinia scrabbled as best she could across the slippery sheet and
submissively licked Trysta's silky panty crotch.  Trysta giggled.

"Stop that you naughty doggie.  You know that starts me going!"

Reluctantly Davinia ceased probing with her long doggie tongue and simply
rested her silky head between Trysta's thighs.  Trysta sighed with delight
and soon fell into a blissful sleep.  Within Minutes, Davinia and Wacky had
joined her.

In the morning Davinia woke to find Wacky's dock cock lodged inside her and
they were tied helplessly.  During the night, Trysta had woken for a pee
and decided to see what happened if she released the doggie's libidos
whilst they were asleep.  Within minutes, Wacky had unconsciously slipped
his dog cock into Davinia's receptive sex whilst the pair slept on without
even realising they were engaged.  Trysta then gleefully aroused their dog
parts such that Davinia's modified sphincter had clenched around Wacky's
activated swollen knot and the two were irresistibly conjoined.  In the
morning the pair had awoken to find themselves tied together on the bed.
It was a Sunday morning and the restaurant would be closed so the two
doggies realised they would be tied together and stuck on the bed until
Trysta either separated them or eased them down to the floor.

At first the pair gleefully indulged their pleasures but eventually they
realised that they were stuck together until Trysta relented.  By ten
o'clock Davinia was becoming nervous.  She could feel Wacky's seed slowly
filling her sex and knew that she was on heat.  She would most certainly
become pregnant.  She whimpered nervously to Trysta who lay with them under
the duvet reading a book as she nibbled some chocolates and savoured the
warm close proximity of her two doggie friends.  Davinia whimpered again.

"He's filling me up.  I can feel his cock pulsing."

"Mmm.  That must be nice for you."  Replied Trysta.

"But what if I, - what if I have puppies?"

"Well you've got some lovely titties to feed them, twelve beautiful doggie
tits under that long doggie body with its soft silky coat and another pair
inside your bra.  You'll have plenty of milk so the puppies will be happy."

Davinia began to get frightened.

"But, but, they'll be puppies."

"Well what else did you think they'd be if a dog fucks you in your bitch
cunt.  At least you won't have to waddle around with a swollen belly like a
woman.  And it will only be for a three months, not nine months like a
human woman.  Anyway, it'll be nice to have some little puppies gambolling
about the place, provided you feed them properly and keep them clean.  What
do you think Wacky?  Would you like to become a daddy?"

Wacky wheezed a contented `Yes' and gently adjusted his position so that he
and Davinia achieved the equivalent of a `missionary' position.  As they
lay on their sides with their doggie bellies pressed together, Wacky gave
Davinia a sloppy kiss as their hands embraced and their girl tits pressed
together.  Davinia's body responded automatically as she felt Wacky's
turgid girl nipples brush against her own stiff buds through the silky cups
of their sleeping bras.  Davinia let out a human gasp of abandonment and
couldn't resist `humping her bitch cunt against Wacky's dog cock one last
time.  The very idea of having puppies made her confused yet contented.
Trysta gave both doggies a hug and put the book aside as she slipped out
from between the bed covers then reached for the zapper off the high shelf
that neither doggy could reach.

"Right you two lovebirds, get ready, I'm going to separate you."

Both Davinia and Wacky had mixed feelings about being separated for being
tied as dog and bitch was just the nicest and most natural doggie feeling
in the world.  However, they had been tied for most of the night and both
doggies were beginning to feel the need to pee.  Reluctantly they declared
their needs and tryst smiled as she released the pair from their
involuntary attachment then gently eased both `doggies', off the bed.
Eagerly the pair waddled urgently to the doggy toilet.

These toilets resembled the old French style toilets being little more than
`shoe shaped' porcelain receptacles where both Davinia and Wacky could
slide their front end human rectums over the cup shaped pans so that they
could relieve themselves something like real humans.  However after a sex
session, Wacky had to clear his doggie tubes and this required assistance
by Davinia.  She had to crouch down and hold his erect penis to direct the
urine into the pan and stop it splashing everywhere.  Wacky's
achondroplastic dwarf sized arms could not reach around and down to his own
rigid dog-cock.  Once he had flushed his doggy plumbing his cock relaxed
and slipped shyly back into it's sheath.  Thus relieved, Wacky's plumbing
adjusted itself naturally so that any further urination would emerge from
`his' girly urethra.  Her would pee the same way as Davinia.  Trysta smiled
as she watched the pair attending to their ablutions then she helped them
choose their apparel for the day.

"D'you want to go visiting and see Staz?"  Asked Trysta.

Both dogs capered excitedly.  A visit to Staz and Vicky's house invariably
meant a grand get-together for all the friends.  Eagerly, Davinia and Wacky
showered with Davinia then dried and wriggled into the tight-fitting
stretchy outfits before Trysta led them down to Breakfast.  As always, Both
Davinia and Wacky savoured the soft silky caress of their sexy lingerie
under their all-embracing one-piece leotards.  Davinia always felt safe in
her leotard because no dog could invade her bitch cunny as long as the body
stocking covered all her vulnerable parts.  Even her tiny four-inch-long
legs and soft sensitive paws were covered by the protective unitard.
Davinia was also grateful that Trysta had decided not to lodge a dildo into
either of her vaginas.

"Perhaps Trysta might be mellowing," thought Davinia as she helped Trysta
and Wacky prepare breakfast.

Around the breakfast table they chatted and giggled as they debated what to
do when they met their friends.  Trysta was pleased to see that both
doggies had mastered the use of cutlery and they ate just like ordinary
humans with all the aplomb of well-mannered table guests.  Naturally,
Davinia and Wacky were eternally grateful.  Their modified chairs with the
long seats meant that they could now sit comfortably at the table and eat
their food just like other humans.  With breakfast over they put their
coats on and clambered into the car.

Once again, Wacky and Davinia were glad that Trysta had ordered some
special waterproof booties because it had started to rain.  Even so,
Davinia was slightly disappointed to realise that the splashing rain was
wetting her low-slung dachshund belly and tits.  She wished her coat
buttoned right under her belly instead of finishing at her human waist just
like a tailored jacket.  Fortunately, the walk from door to car was only a
few yards and Trysta quickly helped the awkwardly shaped Davinia into the
rear seat.  Davinia just could not jump at all.  Her elongated rigid spine
prevented all flexibility and jumping was utterly impossible.  With no
recoil function in her spine, all she could do was flick her
achondroplastic foreleg `wrists' and this achieved absolutely nothing.
Davinia was firmly `tied' to the floor.

It was also impossible for Wacky but at least his elongated belly was a
good eight inches above the ground.  The splashing rain was less of a
problem for him.

Even getting into the car was a fiddle.  Firstly, Trysta had to lift up
Davinia's forepaws and place them inside the car.  Then she had to lift
Davinia's nether quarters and `wheel-barrow' Davinia into the car.  Then
the operation was repeated as Trysta manoeuvred Davinia up onto the seat.
Next came Wacky's turn and once they were comfortable across the rear bench
seat, a special seat-belt arrangement was buckled around them to secure
them.

"Now are you comfortable?" Asked Trysta.

"Yes thank you" chorused the pair.

In the car, Davinia mentioned her saturated doggy belly as Trysta picked
her way into the light Sunday traffic.

"Yes I noticed it as I lifted you." Replied Trysta Sympathetically.  "I'll
speak to Molly at the boutique and she can possible fix something up.

"I need a coat that buttons right under my belly.  The splash from the rain
hitting the ground has made my unitard wet."

"Oh I think it's best if you get a sort of waterproof sheath that slips up
your doggy part and buttons up around your girly waist.  Anyway, we'll see
what Molly suggests darling.  Perhaps you might like something for the wet
weather as well Wacky."

"Mmm it would be nice.  It's also getting chilly and my short smooth coat
doesn't keep me as warm as Davinia's long silky hair.  Some sort of button
up coat might be nice."

"Gentleman about town is it?"  Grinned Trysta.

Wacky tried to smile but his expression manifested itself on his squashed
pug-like canine features like a lopsided snarl.  They had stopped at some
traffic lights and Trysta reached behind her seat to rub her hands over
Wacky's head before stroking Davinia's golden hair. The two dogs licked her
hand gratefully.  Any display of affection by their mistress was always
welcome and wrought some hope that one-day, just one day, their subjugation
as dog-taurs might end.  It was never to be though.



Their human remains had long since been consigned to the waste bins of
medicine in North Africa.

When they arrived at Vicky's house, everybody had gathered for a Sunday
Afternoon get-together and there were many willing hands available to ease
Davinia and Wacky out of the car.  Once on the ground, Davinia and Wacky
waddled about excitedly renewing old acquaintances and savouring the
attention.  After enjoying the food they settled on two especially lowered
divans and grabbed a brief respite from all the hectic excitement.  From
their seats they watched enviously as the others jumped and ran about with
balls and Frisbees throughout the afternoon.  Eventually they were grateful
when Staz took some time out to chat to them about life as a dog-taur.
Mostly they discussed the strange delights they enjoyed in the human girl
parts and soon fell to whispering and giggling as they debated how they
might one day indulge in the pleasures offered by their girl cunnies and
tits.

"D'you think a human man might one day decide to shag us like real girls?"
Wondered Davinia wistfully.  "I'm sick and tired of Wacky using a dildo on
me or occasionally reaming me with his dog cock."

"Huh, You're lucky," sighed Wacky, "I have never had a real cock in my
girly cunt, no man's ever approached me and my own cock can't reach, cos my
back won't bend."

Staz wagged his tail appreciatively.

"Well girls, there's a solution for you sitting right here."

"What's that?"  Wondered Davinia.

"I could shag you.  My German shepherd cock is close to a human's size and
it should give both of you a good reaming."

Davinia and Wacky both fell into shocked silence whilst simultaneously
feeling their girl cunnies getting damp.  All three dog-taurs could smell
the pheromones and in moments the trio was talking to Vicky and Trysta
about the proposition.  Vicky expressed her doubts.

"Hold on Staz, you know one of your testicles is human.  You could get both
Davinia and Wacky pregnant with human babies."

"Damn!  I'd forgotten that.  They'll have to go on the pill."

"Would the pill work with dog-taur metabolisms?"  Wondered Trysta.

"Well it's either that or some of us get the snip."  Replied Staz.

"Or we have our babies," suggested Davinia.

"Oh my God!  Davinia!  You're not serious are you?"  Squealed Trysta.

"It was just a thought.  Though a nice thought."  Finished Davinia.

"Don't even go there," cautioned Vicky, "the authorities would confiscate
your babies into care as soon as they were born.  Stick with puppies.  It's
much safer, - and easier I might add."

"I think I might already be whelping after that reaming Staz gave me last
night," sighed Davinia.

"Well get over that before you even remotely consider anything more
ambitious."  Finished Staz as he left to resume playing with the ball.

With Staz gone the others chatted about the bay issue but nothing more was
resolved.  The ethical issues were just too bizarre.