#dog tf

[corpse-maggots]

Feels good!

[pobblebonked]

plush dog tf!

for supremeruby

[ai-ultram0th]

Turn that special guy in your life into a puppy!

[oddityfactory]

Reporter's Dog Collar

Jake had the perfect plan to get inside Alfred Pantoni's house; go right through the dog store. Jake was a reporter who had been trying to get to the bottom of Pantoni's strike breaking actions at the mining company. He knew Pantoni was meeting with the chief of police tonight, but there was no way an award-winning investigative reporter was going to be allowed anywhere near the place. But a neighborhood dog...

Jake had obtained the ability to turn into a dog under certain circumstances. He made the discovery totally by accident. A small pet supply store called Whiskers and Wonders made their own dog collars and he didn't know if they were made out of magic materials, or somehow changed all reality around them, but if a human put on one of those dog collars, they could transform into a dog.

Jake had bought a replacement collar for a friend's dog a few months back and he'd wondered what the collar would feel like on his neck. It was an odd thought, but he figured what the heck, no one would know and since he didn't own a job this was really his only chance.

He'd felt silly putting the collar onto his neck in front of the mirror, but as soon as he closed the clasp he was suddenly a dog. Once the initial panic subsided, he spend the next few hours as a dog trying to get the collar off. Without thumbs, it took several hours to get it off without hurting himself. Once it came off, he was immediately himself again, albeit a very tired version of himself.

He'd quickly found out that it didn't work with any collar, just ones from Whiskers and Wonders. He wasn't sure if it would work for anyone else; at least the collar didn't seem to do anything to people's pets. He also knew that the transformation also gave him dog instincts, he knew how to walk around and bark intuitively, so he could pass as a normal dog to bystanders.

Jake's first idea had been to build something that could easily remove a collar without hands. It was hard to figure out something that could do that without wringing his dog neck, but Jake had rigged up something where as long as the collar was not too tight he could slip it into a little groove and wiggle it against a concealed blade. He hadn't tested the device as a dog, but it was able to cut the nylon on a collar fairly easily without slicing anything thicker than a collar. He also had Plan B, which was an envelope tucked under his door mat that had a note saying "Hello, I am a trained dog seeking help. Please take off my collar if you understand and are willing to help."

Jake figured he could reveal his secret to one of his friends in an emergency, but hoped he wouldn't have to. It was an incredible asset if he could figure out how to use it. He'd been waiting for it to come in handy and it seemed like it just might do to get some leads on this story about Alfred Pantoni's mining company.

So that's why Jake was sitting in the grass across the street from Pantoni's house, as a dog, wearing a locally made dog collar. His plan was to wait until the chief of police arrived, then wander across the street. No one would be too suspicious of a neighborhood dog confidently walking home. Then Jake could tuck himself behind the bushes under a window and use his keen dog hearing to get some leads on what Pantoni's next move was going to be.

As Jake stood on the grass waiting for the police chief to arrive and go in, an older Buick pulled up and parked nearby. Jake glanced over, but it was not the police chief, it just appeared to be some older women who appeared to be dressed up for some event. Pastel dresses and matching hats.

Jake had been intending on ignoring the women and hoped they would do the same to him. His tail sagged slightly in disappointment when he heard one of the women remark "Oh look at that cute little dog!"

Why can't you just mind your own business, I'm on a stakeout here. As the women approached, Jake thought he'd best not appear threatening, and sat down on the grass. The last thing he needed was someone calling animal control or something like that.

The women reached him and started cooing and reaching down to pet him. Did these women have no self-preservation instinct? Apparently they had no fear of strange dogs and they reached down to stroke and straighten his fur. He figured he'd better go along with it; it might draw attention but for anyone watching it might add him the legitimacy of not looking like a stray.

Besides, it didn't feel bad to be petted by these seemingly very nice ladies. Jake was starting to understand why dogs liked it to much, it did feel quite nice and it was pleasant to be getting positive attention with no expectation that he would actually do anything impressive.

Jake was starting to have fun with it, flashing the women looks that he knew would be cute, his tongue lolling out. They seemed delighted to encounter such a friendly dog. Jake rolled onto his back and the women started petting is belly and stroking his ears. Oh my, this is...very nice, thought Jake.

Jake suddenly remembered he was supposed to be keeping a close eye on Pantoni's house. He had to get close enough to hear, but these ladies were so nice...he didn't want to disappoint them. Wait, why was he worried about these old ladies wanted?

Something odd is going on here..., Jake began to think, but the thought faded away as his rear leg started kicking in the air, the way many dogs will when they are enjoying attention and affection.

[reformhim]

Carter is often praised with the words “good boy". This seems to be triggering a biological response slowly claiming his humanity.

[velvetkitties]

Accidentally smoked the sparkledog weed again

[saphig-iawn]

Urgent Searches - part 2

[part 1]

"A fucking plushie?!", Melody was incensed. The air in the homely kitchen bristled.

"Look, it was tough day alright! Bus was late, my lunch exploded in my bag, and- you can't just walk slow in front of people who are clearly trying to get somewhere!", Dina parried, rather unsuccesfully.

"She was walking slowly?! That was her crime, insufficient speed?!" Melody pressed her temples so hard she could've taken a screenshot of the prickly feeling of exasperation that was nagging at her head, "If you had to do something, right? If retaliation, and I am using that word in the achingly loosest definition of the term possible, was something you needed to do, there were so many things you could have done-" Melody was now staring through Dina, her hands poised to start counting on each finger with increasing emphasis, "You could've had her stub her toe later in the day, you could've made her clothes ever so slightly too clingy, you could've had the wind blow a strand of hair into her mouth, you could-"

"These are sounding a bit specific." Dina smirked.

"No- nonono, you don't get to claim any high ground here, I am not the one who cursed a poor woman to become a plushie! Do you even know where she went? Did anyone see you do it?"

Dina shrank a little in her skin; Melody was getting serious.

"We're going to find her, c'mon." Melody declared, shooting up from the dining chair she was sat on. The chair squeaked on the tile of the kitchen floor as if surprised by the sudden dismounting.

Dina folded her arms in faux tantrum, and was about to say no before clocking Melody aiming a hand at her ready to snap her fingers.

"Fine... look I was going to, at some point. Y-you always-"

Melody's eyes narrowed as her fingers tensed, the witching world's equivalent to pulling back the hammer on a trusty revolver.

"Fine." Dina conceded.

Melody holstered her hand, and smiled with smug triumph.

- - -

Dina was sulking on the walk to where she placed the curse on the woman. She made sure to scowl at the back of Melody's head at every moment she could. She knew she was going to look for the woman, that she just needed a bit of time to vent about it and feel like justice had been served. She made the point to stomp her feet a little harder so Melody at least know how annoyed she was.

"I can't believe you thought it would be a good idea to brag about that curse to me" Melody spoke, her voice carrying out into the street ahead of her, a pointed playfulness laid upon her words like a zest. She knew she had the room to be a little mean.

Dina's hackles raised a little, especially after Melody was so severe about whether or not her curse was witnessed and was now talking about magic out loud.

"Well, we do have our little witch moments, I thought you'd be sympathetic at least-"

"Oh I am," Melody interrupted, "but like, c'mon, there's a plushie somewhere completely helpless, who was a woman of flesh and blood. Something's gotta be done."

"...yeah." Dina burrowed into her scarf. The warmth of her pea coat bringing her a little comfort.

"You said it was near the bus stop by the mechanic's right?" Melody called back over her shoulder.

"Yeah, right there-", Dina pointed, completely out of Melody's vision.

They both crossed the rain slicked road; its dark surface made a little brighter by the diffuse grey sky above. Melody skipped a little, which Dina noted. A tiny pebble of concern sank in Dina's gut, Melody was concocting something in that mind of hers.

Melody quickly glanced about before flicking her hand in a quick gesture. For a moment her fingers seemed to trail in the air like ghosts in a photograph as they fanned out and then returned to a clenched fist.

"Ooh we were close, there's just enough a trace of your magic here for us to get a trail." Melody announced, pride aglow on each word, "If we were a few minutes out, we likely woulda missed it." She turned to Dina with a half accusative raised eyebrow. She then looked down at Dina's ragged old boots. The laces were barely present, and they were so loose on Dina's feet that it was a miracle they weren't lost along the way. "They didn't help."

"Uh- hey! Haven't I been put through enough chastising already?" Dina barked, letting a little more annoyance out than she intended.

"Not yet" Melody winked.

Oh fuck, I knew she was gonna-, thought Dina, but that thought got cut short by a finger snap that reverberated through her like the ringing of a grand bell.

Dina's vision tunnelled, a bright circle of overcast sky becoming a moon in the darkness she felt herself in.

Wordlessly, Dina thought the darkness felt familiar. It smelt of home, of her room, of her. Raw confusion rippled in her mind, and then she realised she wasn't in some realm. The tunnel of her vision was a real tunnel, namely her coat and scarf. It was as if she was propelled backwards through the garments as they stretched out before her.

She then realised how unshaped her thoughts had become. When she usually thinks there are words and syntax and convention that frame them from years of living, but these thoughts felt raw, undressed.

She felt small, or, condensed? The feeling was strange. It was like she was pressed into a mold, feeling equal parts comfy and constrained.

Then a scent hit her. It filled her head. It bloomed and twirled like iridescent flowers, showing colours unseen before to her. It was magic. Her magic.

The tunnel collapsed, and small panic set in, but she felt herself planted on the floor. She felt safe, grounded.

The window into the real world suddenly became Melody's face.

"There we go, this should speed things up! C'mon!" Melody chirped.

Dina's heart leapt at that simple word. C'mon. It echoed in her mind and her heart, pure excitement and eagerness bubbled up. She tried to fight it but her resistance melted away, or at least it was reshaped into something more compliant.

Yes, yes, that sounds good, I want come, that sounds fun, Dina's thoughts were pure and without the restriction of language, Why do I want to go, was I annoyed, I was, but going somewhere sounds so fun, what is happening, what did she do to me, why am I so happy, oh we're going somewhere, that's why!

Melody, kneeling down, reached into the pile of pea coat and scarf and pulled out a dog.

The dog was already panting, tail wagging.

"Right, follow this!" Melody encouraged, holding out two fingers that gathered a little trace of the magic left behind from Dina's curse.

Follow! Oh yes, I can do that, yes, follow, Dina's mind blossomed again with the scent of magic, but these flowers stretched into tendrils and vines like runaway ivy down the pavement of the street.

Dina burst out an excited bark and wriggled out of Melody's arms. She scampered to and stood at the street corner and looked back at Melody expectantly.

She barked.

Melody took into a jog to follow the far more helpful and even far less grumpy Dina.

- - -

I am really enjoying writing this. What started as a fun way to show transformation, as now become a story I want to pursue and tell so if you would like to see more fiction writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission writing of your own.

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