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99 Bitch Related Problems Part Two By Sodd's Lore -Stay On The Scene, Like A Sex Machine- A few week's after Travis had been cursed into dogdom and sold well below market value, Mrs Smith decided to take him to the vet for his shots and a general check-up. Rodger had been promising to get it done since almost the day they had gotten the dog for Emma but he was constantly working later or just plain forgetting about it, and so she decided on the literal spur of a moment to get it done herself. Travis travelled in Emma's lap for the ride to the vets and had found could stand on her leg and bring his fore paws to the window and see the world outside. Her inarguable results with training her dog allowed Travis to travel on the seat instead of the cage, which Travis was not eager to put it in the victory pile considering where car rides tended to end up. The prospect of being examined and poked by a vet was galling but the moment they entered the reception area Travis could barely hear himself think from the assault to his senses. The rooms was full of not only multiple wildly different dog scents but also cat, bird and rodent scents as well as many strong and complex ones he could never hope to identify. He had previously noticed that he seemed to have some form of synesthesia where the scents seemed to bleed into his visual range and the floor level of the vets foyer was like a kaleidoscope of false colours. He was still trying to decode and focus on some of the more exotic shapes when the Vet called Mrs Smith, Emma and he into his room. The vet's office was small and cramped with three people in it but Emma was adamant she would be here for her dog when her mother suggested she might want to wait outside. Travis himself took up so little room he barely noticed the squeeze the women were dealing with. He was placed on a large solid wooden table and examined by the veterinarian who so young she must still be in training thought Travis. She looked in his ears and eyes, and listened to his heart with a stethoscope. He was then given a series of shots which made him yelp briefly. His new body was worryingly sensitive to pain or maybe this trainee vet was just shit with needles. She also examined his teeth, ears, and paws and asked the Smiths questions about his diet and behaviour. She was gentle and kind to Travis, but still he hated her on general principles. Travis had always hated doctors and saw no reason to change a lifetime habit. Especially when she kept calling him a 'good little girl' when referring to him. "She is in very good health Mrs Smith. I'd estimate little Petunia is a one and a half to two year old dog. Frankly she looks a lot like a pure breed toy poodle and I'm amazed the pound let you have her for so little money. I'd have thought she was one but she has no chip, no tattoo and those breeders are usually obsessive about such things," said the vet. "The young man who was working at the shelter when we bought him seemed a little,...you know," and then turning slightly away from Emma to hide it she did a surprisingly effective pantomime of a joint complete with waved fingers around her temples and eye rolls to indicate a high degree of drug use. "Not sure if he was able to tell a dog from a cat at the time," she smiled. "Ahh well that might explain it then." The vet smiled knowingly. Emma was vaguely aware she was missing something, but being eight it happened often enough that she paid it no mind. "So Emma," the vet said returning the conversation to the exam at hand. "You have a very special little girl there. You should be very proud of yourself for picking such a wonderful little doggy." Travis felt like he wanted to die. He wasn't a little girl, special of otherwise. Nor was he a wonderful little doggy. He was a wealthy powerful man who could have this whole fucking building levelled within a week with a word in the right real estate developers ear. Yes, sure fine, he was currently trapped in this useless little body but that didn't change the facts. Well OK, maybe it did change a few facts but,...Fuck this guy! "Are you having her de-sexed?" the vet asked. "Frankly the shelter you got her from should have already done that before adopting her out." Travis's ears pricked up at that. 'What? Yes! Do it! Right now! Please! For Fucks Sake YES!' Travis barked. The nightmare scenario he had been inexorably dwelling on must not happen, he suddenly found he had wanted nothing more in his entire pair of lives than to be de-sexed before they left the building. "I'll have to ask my husband about that," Mrs Smith said and she stroked Petunia's small head to calm her down. "She's getting anxious to be home I think," Mrs Smith said completely misreading every single yip and bark as usual. That arsehole had better say yes! "Well you can book her in anytime if he makes a decision," he said, "what about a chip in case she gets out?" "Umm, how much is that?" Emma's mother asked. "25 dollars for chipping and adding her to the database, she would then be easily identified if she ever got out. Means that instead of having to check the pounds, you would notified the moment she was caught by the catchers, in the event she got out of the yard and wandered off. Also might help is she was to be stolen from the yard. It's sadly not uncommon for people to steal dogs, especially cute little ones like Petunia, so I'd make sure you secure things just be safe, and don't leave her unattended in the front yard," the vet said. Emma looked up at her mother worried and to stave off a possible meltdown as the nurse obliviously presented Emma with nightmare scenarios of losing her dog. she simply said, "Sure, lets do that." Emma smiled up at her mother in wordless thanks. 'Yeah sure, desexing you didn't even ask the price but a slave tracker to keep me from running away, that you'll spring for no problem. You god damned bitch!' Mrs Smith walked over to her daughter with the twisting whimpering Petunia in her hands. "Emma come take your dog, shes getting antsy again," she said handing Travis to Emma. "OK I've got her Mum," she said taking Travis into her arms. "It's Ok Petunia, Mummy's got you now," said Emma. 'Oh just fucking no, just stop calling yourself my fucking Mummy Emma, it's fucking weird,' whined Travis. He had a complicated relationship with his own mother, and one of the extremely few upsides to his canine transformation was no longer having to answer her god damned phone calls. He wondered briefly how she would be coping with his disappearance and he really hoped she would suffer. But he was fairly certain she would be wallowing in the drama and grief like a pig in mud. The old bitch was so self centred she would probably be thrilled being the centre of attention as the mother of a missing person. He continued to whimper as he told Emma everything he felt in that moment knowing full well how pointless it was, but needing to vent anyway. Emma then held Travis with both her hands around his chest, holding him in a sitting up position with Emma looking sternly down into his big brown eyes. "Quiet Petunia!" Emma commanded. And instantly Travis went silent shocking himself with how automatic it had been. "Good Girl," Emma said magnanimously as she gave him a quick but disturbingly enjoyable neck rub. Travis sat on her lap blinking in confusion. She had said 'quiet' and he had done so without even thinking. 'Oh fuck no!' he thought. 'She's broken me.' The first time Travis was taken out on a leash the experience was both embarrassing and terrifying. Emma excitedly led Travis towards the dog park as her father plodded ahead of them at a sedate pace. She had been looking forward to this since she got her new dog and she couldn't wait to see Petunia play and socialise with other dogs. Travis on the other hand was filled with dread. The idea of interacting with other dogs was overwhelming and frightening to him after a week in the pound he had developed an ironic fear of dogs particularly male ones. Especially male ones. As they entered the park, Travis's senses were immediately overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, and smells of the other dogs. He saw big dogs, small dogs, fluffy dogs, and sleek dogs, all barking and running around. He could hear the sound of their paws ripping into the grass or scrapping on the pavment, the jingling of their collars, and the excited barks of the dogs playing. He could smell the different scents of the dogs, their sweat, and their urine and it was positively overwhelming him. Emma, noticing Petunia's hesitation, tried encouraging her. "Come on, Petunia, let's go play," she said, gently tugging on his leash. But despite the choke chain training Travis refused to move, his paws firmly planted on the ground. He still feared the punishment she might inflict on him, but he was more petrified of the wold of canines that surrounded them. He was too scared to move, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he didn't belong there. He didn't want to be with the other dogs. With THE dogs he corrected himself. And that was the problem, being around dogs was making him feel like his humanity was slipping further away from him. Emma, sensing his fear decided to take a different approach. She put his leash away and let him explore the dog park at his own pace. Travis was feeling a bit more at ease now that he was free from the leash but the overload of dog scents and sounds meant he never strayed much more than a few meters from Emma, they slowly made thier way around the park, Travis sniffing and investigating but just despising everything about the place. As he observed the other dogs playing, he realised that he just wasn't like them. He was the same shape as some of them but almost all of them towered over his ridiculous little form. This was not his world at all. He hated himself as he did it, but he sat up on his haunches and held his front paws up to indicate he wanted to be picked up, and Emma did so holding him in her arms. And with Emma holding him, as demeaning as it felt, it was enough of a buffer against the assault to his psyche from the animal kingdom to give him a small sense of security. "Come on, Mummy will take you home Petunia." And Travis was carried back home. His first outing to the dog park an abject failure. As the weeks passed, Travis settled dejectedly into his new life as a poodle named Petunia. Despite his initial reluctance, he found that he was becoming used to the simple pleasures of being a beloved pet. He enjoyed the attention and affection he received from Emma and her family and he was happy enough, relatively speaking of course, to be a part of their cheap blue collar home. He found himself looking forward to the early afternoon when Emma would get home from school and then evenings sitting with Emma while she watched her cartoons and endlessly stroked him till he fell asleep in her lap. For a few minutes at a time, so long as he made great efforts not to think about it too much, he was happy. One day while the Smith family was out Travis was left alone. With the tiny doggy door that Mr Smith had installed he now had access to the lounge and kitchen floors as well as the small backyard and he was sitting his kennel which had become a valuable retreat from the family if it all got to much. Regardless of its bright pink painted external walls with his awful name crookedly hand painted across the door by his eight year old owner, he could walk in and push his nose deep into a dark corner and just try to imagine this wasn't his life. He would visualise the swoop of a Ferrari fender, the scent of a cigar, the curve of a woman's inner thigh and just for the briefest of moments his old life was tantalisingly close to him. He knew he shouldn't torture himself like this but it was his only way of keeping a sliver of a dream going that he might someday return to human status. But today he was finding it impossible to keep his mind calm enough to visualise anything at all. He had been feeling strange for a few days now and he couldn't quite put his paw on what was wrong. He felt restless and he had been licking his private parts incessantly, although he fought against it. He tried not too because he hated the reminder of what he no longer had between his legs. Well between his rear legs to be exact. But the feeling he had there was too insistent to ignore. As the day passed by, the strange feeling grew stronger, and Travis couldn't help but whine in confusion. His vulva was swollen and was expanding, as he tried to lick the feeling away his nose was acutely aware that his genitals were exuding a strong and different scent that was messing with his head. Once the Smith family began returning home, Emma fairly promptly noticed that Petunia was acting differently. She immediately pestered her father to take Petunia vet where the vet explained to Emma and her father that Petunia was in heat, and they might want to think about breeding her soon. Travis was mortified. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him, he felt humiliated and powerless. His new body was betraying him. He had to face the reality that zoologically speaking he was a bitch in heat. And now this fucking med school drop out was suggesting he should be fucking bred? No way in hell was he going to let a dog fuck him. However over the next few days the Smiths did begin discussing the possibility of getting Petunia a mate. They avoided saying anything to Emma as they both knew she would be ropeable if they talked about a second dog and then didn't get one. The girl was positively dog mad. But they talked about how it would be good for Petunia to have a companion and that it would be fun for Emma to get to see him have puppies. Travis was terrified at the thought. He couldn't believe it, the family was going to have him fucked by a dog in order to teach their daughter about where babies come from. He tried to communicate his distress to the Smiths, but they didn't understand. They saw him as a cute pet and not a sentient being with his own thoughts and feelings. He knew that he had to find a way to prevent this from happening, but he didn't for the life of him know how to go about it. He was trapped and helpless. He couldn't just let the Smiths turn him into a breeding machine. A few days later Travis was still trying to survive the strong urges and odd swelling his body was going through. Even though he hated himself for it he was spending so much time trying to lick his swollen cunt into submission, but he found no relief. His nose buried between his legs Travis barely heard the sound of another dog. At first, he thought it was just one of the neighbourhood dogs passing by but it sounded a lot closer. And then he saw Mr. Smith and a strange man approaching with another much larger poodle on a leash. Travis felt his heart sink as he realised what was happening. 'No. No this can't be, No, no, no!' he whimpered and he retreated towards his kennel. Mr. Smith and the man led the new dog into Petunias yard and the beast began tugging his leash trying desperately to get straight to the little bitch in its box that was filling his nostrils. Mr Smiths companion held the leash commanding, "Max, stay boy." Max briefly stopped and sat down, but almost instantly returned to strained his leash and pawing at the ground trying to get to Travis. Travis tucked his tail between his legs and scampered into his kennel to get away. "Petunia! Here girl!" Mr Smith commanded. Travis looked up at Mr Smith with terror in his eyes and didn't move. "I said come here Petunia," he repeated. "Come here now! Petunia, come here!" Travis slowly and carefully slunk out of his kennel towards Mr Smith and the huge brown poodle, every hair on his little body vibrating with fear. "Good girl, come here," Mr Smith said holding out his hands. Mr Smith walked over and picked him up and held him to his chest. He began to slowly stroke Travis trying to calm him down. "Shh, it's OK girl." Mr Smith began to rock him gently like he was a baby and Travis tried to bury his nose under Mr Smiths arm. The man smelled of sweat and oil, but it was a welcome distraction from the scent of the dog below them assailing his sensitive nostrils. "Shes a shy one Rodger," said the man holding the other dog, "but Max sure is eager to go, that?s fer fuckin? sure." Travis was momentarily distracted from the horror movie he was starring in at the discovery that Mr Smith had a first name. He had only ever heard him spoken to by his daughter and wife who called him Daddy and Honey respectively. "That?s fine Ernie, we?ll be patient," Rodger replied. He sat down in a patio chair and held Travis firmly in his lap. "Let him go now mate," he said to Ernie. Ernie removed the leash letting the dog free and he came right up to Rodger jumping up to smell the bitch on Rodger?s lap. Ernie placed a hand on his collar holding him at a tactical distance while they acclimatised the pair. "Gentle Max," Ernie admonished his dog. Max obeyed Ernie and dropped back down to the floor still looking up towards Travis. Rodger introduced Travis to his new companion. "Petunia this is Max, Max this is Petunia," he said by way of introduction and held Travis in place on his lap while Max?s urgent snuffling snout pushed at him. Max was eagerly sniffing Travis in Rodgers hands. Travis was trembling as the bigger dog sniffed and snuffled at him. Then without warning Rodger lifted Travis from his lap with both hands around his chest while his legs dangled in the air. And then Travis found himself being lowered to the floor before the other dog. "Ok so turn Max towards you and hold him while I give Petunia a good wiff, should help get her in the mood," said Rodger. ?No I don?t want to be in the fucking mood,? he howled and then Rodger practically rubbed his nose in Max?s ass hole. Travis struggled and tried to pull his nose away but Rodger held him in place until he snorted a nose full in a panicked breath. "It?s OK girl" soothed Rodger. ?It certainly wasn?t OK! Fuck you Rodger! You fucking cunt!? Travis screamed in his head. A wave vertigo made his mind swim, the scent of Max?s arse was doing weird things to his senses. "OK, now let's give a Max a nose full too." ?Noooo!? Max was held firmly by Ernie keeping him calm. Then Rodger turned Travis away from Max and held him firmly in place. Travis was looking up into Rodgers face while he could hear but not see the big brown poodle clamouring behind him. The other dog was driving him crazy with fear and although he tried to run away his little paws went nowhere as Rodger held Travis suspended over the flooring. Travis was stunned into total silence as he felt a wet nose bury itself under his tail and he felt a burning pressure begin to build. "Be gentle Max, good boy, geeeentle," soothed Ernie. "Good girl Petunia. Good girl," soothed Rodger from the other end. Travis couldn?t believe this is happening to him and then suddenly Max had his tongue out and was licking Travis?s swollen sex. He whimpered uncontrollably at the rapid lapping on his vulva. ?Oh God! Fuck no! I?m being eaten out by a fucking poodle, Oh God no! fucking let me go Rodger! Get that fucking mutt off me!? he yelped, his paws desperately trying to get purchase in midair. Max was a big strong and confident dog and Travis was cowering in fear not being able to get away from Rodger or Max. He pulled his tail tightly between his legs, but Max just pushed it out the way again with his snout. Max, not noticing or caring about Travis's fear was licking and sniffing the little bitch before him excitedly, smelling the strong scent of her canine vagina in heat and wagging his tail furiously. He was going to fuck that bitch the second he got a chance. Max was not just big and strong, but also loud and boisterous, he barked and nipped playfully at Travis?s rear, making Travis yelp again. Travis couldn't help but feel extremely worried, he knew with dreadful certainty that he was going to be fucked by this dog and there was nothing he could do about it. Max was wild with the bitch?s scent filling his head, Travis was horrified, humiliated and degraded and Rodger was offering him to a horny poodle up like piece of delicious pastry. The dog continued to lap at Travis?s vulva. He couldn't believe that the Smiths were doing this to him, he was a human being damn it! And then Ernie pulled his hand away releasing Max. Max took advantage of the situation without a moments hesitation and before Travis knew what was happening the bigger dog had mounted him, wrapped his forelimbs tightly around Travis?s waist and with an urgent push Max has shoved his engorging dog cock into Travis?s canine cunt and began fucking his virgin orifice. "Good boy, get up in there Max," chuckled Ernie. "Think Petunia is getting into it now," said Rodger. ?No I?m fucking not Rodger you fucking twat, I?m being railed by a fucking poodle! Jesus Fucking Christ make it stop!? Travis whimpered. "Yeah she sure sounds like it," replied Ernie. Both men chuckled at their joke. Travis felt a deep sense of violation and betrayal, he couldn't believe that he was being raped by a horny poodle as two men laughed at him. He had hit a new low. Not only was he trapped inside a dog but another larger dog was deep inside him pumping his slit rapidly. Rodger had released him as Max overpowered and mounted him. He tried to resist, but Max was too strong, and he couldn't escape. He continued to try to pull away but Max turned his head and bit his neck firmly holding him in place as he continued to violate Travis?s vulva with his furious pumping. Travis was nothing more than a fuck toy to this animal. He felt Max's weight on top of him, Max?s front legs locked around his rear?s preventing him from getting away, He felt the pain and discomfort as Max?s canine cock expanded inside his vulva and Max kept pumping him. And then Travis heard twin hisses as Rodger and Ernie cracked open a couple of beers to celebrate having Travis raped by a fucking dog, as a job well done. "Max is fuckin? lovin? it, ain?t cha boy?" said Ernie by way of egging on his horny dog as it fucked Travis?s swollen cunt. He could feel the heat of Max's breath on his face, and the sound of his grunts and pants as Max relentlessly humped him. Travis stopped trying pull away and in response the beast released his neck but he kept up his furious pace fucking the former equity trader turned poodle bitch. Travis was filled with a sense of helplessness as he stopped struggling while Max continued to fuck him and despair washed over him as he realised that he had actually been fucked into submission by the larger dog. Gradually Max?s pumping began to slow and Travis was relived as the larger dog finally released him. Max lifted a paw over his small body and suddenly the weight of Max was gone. It was finally over. But unknown to Travis who was not yet an expert in canine breeding it was not over. Travis was distressed to find he was unable to move away from Max. The big male dog had pivoted away from Travis, but his canine erection was still knotted with Travis?s vulva automatically clenching around Max?s member, and as they both stood locked together in a post coital knot, facing away and panting rapidly Travis felt Max?s canine member rhythmically pulse as he continued to deliver his load into Travis?s abused vulva. He looked up into Rodgers eyes with silent pleading. Rodger seeing his little girls pet in distress and confusion petted Petunias furry little head making "shh" noises to try and calm him down. But Travis was half mad with fear and confusion trying to process the dog rape he had just suffered, was still suffering, and a pat on the head was just not up to the task. All his life Travis had been a dog guy, he had owned two mastiffs in his life and always thought of poodles as ridiculous dogs for faggots and trophy wives. He had just been fucked by one for the last few minutes and it was still knotted inside him. Right now he wasn?t so sure after all, that it had been lucky when he had not been put down in the pound. After a several agonising minutes of humiliating struggle that Travis was beginning to think would never end, Max?s cock final came free and Travis went scampering across the yard, his tail between his legs. He turned around in his kennel door baring his teeth at Max and reflexively growling at his four legged rapist. Max just ignored Travis and sat contentedly in the middle of the yard languidly licking his deflating lip stick red cock in the sunshine, still enjoying the scent of the bitch he had taken filling his nostrils. Travis trebled in impotent fury and shock at what had just happened to him. He instinctively licked his recently abused vulva and after 4 or 5 laps, realised with sharp horror he was lapping up Max?s canine cum. Stunned into shocked silence Travis lay in his kennel, trying spectacularly unsuccessfully not to think about his vagina being filled with dog semen and what that would inevitably lead to. After an hour of shop talk and another few beers Rodger and Ernie stood up from the patio chairs and Ernie took his rapist dog back home again leaving Travis able to finally relax again. But Travis could still smell the scent of Max in his yard and even on his own body for days afterwards. The memory would regularly come back and haunt him for weeks to come, and in truth it would haunt him to some extent the rest of his days. To Travis's never ending humiliation and discomfort he realised over the next few weeks that he was indeed growing bigger. Bigger in the belly at least. His body was changing and he knew that it was due to the pregnancy. He was going to give birth. A dog had fucked him and he was going to give birth to it?s little fucking puppies. In the days that followed he felt his body changing. His belly swollen with growing pups and his teats growing larger. He couldn't stand the physical pain and discomfort that came with the changes, and he couldn't escape the disgust and horror at what he had been reduced to, what he was going to have to do. Daily he cursed that witch bitch Miranda for dooming him to this fate. In the days leading up to the birth as he struggled to cope with his swollen belly and teats, he lived in a constant state of dread and fear as he knew that he was about to give birth to Max's litter. He knew that his life would never be the same again, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness and despair as he lay on the floor of his cage, waiting for the birth of his puppies. As Travis's due date approached, the Smiths were filled with excitement and anticipation. Emma had decorated a whelping box with drawing of puppies and love hearts, Mrs Smith had gathered blankets she was prepared to lose, and Rodger had set up a camera to document the arrival of the puppies. But Travis could not share in their excitement, he was filled instead with dread and horror for what was to come. The day of the birth finally arrived and Petunia was in labour. The Smiths were by her side cheering her on and offering words of encouragement. Emma was delighted that her dog was going have puppies and couldn?t wait to show her friends at school the pictures. But Travis couldn't focus on anything except for the overwhelming feelings of violation and degradation. As each puppy was born, he felt a deep sense of shame and disgust knowing that these were the product of a dog called Max happily raping him in the backyard while Rodger and his work mate looked on. As each puppy emerged from his vagina Travis looked up in mute horror at the smiling family that owned him. He instinctively tore open the sacs his little offspring were born in and for the next few hours Travis had yet another worst day of his life. Finally near midnight the last one was born and Travis collapsed uncomfortably with 5 tiny blind whelps all suckling at his teats. He was trapped in a canine nightmare he couldn't escape. The Smiths were overjoyed at the arrival of the puppies but Travis could barely bring himself to look at them. He felt like a prisoner in his own body, forced to give birth to these puppies in a form that was far removed from his own. He couldn't bear the thought of raising them but as Travis watched his puppies suckling at his nipples, he found he simply couldn't fight the powerfully compelling maternal instincts kicking in. Despite his horror and embarrassment he knew that he had to take care of these puppies and provide them with the nourishment they needed to survive. And as he watched them feeding, he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards them. He knew that they were his responsibility now, and he couldn't just abandon them. He forced himself to care for them. He positively hated it when eight year old Emma called her self his Mummy, but its an existential assault when she began calling Travis ?Mummy? as she spent all her spare hours with Petunia and her puppies. The way they looked up at him with their big, innocent eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and tenderness towards them no matter how much he fought against it. He knew that they were a product of the forced breeding he had undergone, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of love for them. And so for the next few weeks Travis life revolved around cleaning and feeding his litter of puppies. In ways he could never bring himself to admit, he enjoyed fleeting moments of happiness with his puppies until he remembered who he really was and would dive into the bottomless depths of shame and embarrassment as a litter of small helpless puppies sucked on his milky teats. Emma spent all her free time after school with Petunia and her litter delighting in the growing puppies and their first time mother. About three or four times in the next few weeks Emma brought friends from school over to play with the puppies. One of them, a shy girl called Melody liked the puppies like all the girls she bought home had, but she spent almost her entire visit gently brushing Travis?s fur for minutes at a time. He was glad of a soothing distraction from his constantly tight engorged teats and little Melody made Travis feel safe and comfortable for a fleeting moment or two. She was such a gentle girl that Travis found himself day dreaming about her as some sort of idealised fantasy owner who would never do anything he didn?t like. Emma wasn?t cruel but like most kids her age she was still very self centred. To Emma he was her favourite possession with an emphasise on possession. But little Melody was so kind and empathetic thought Travis, she would never let her dog be fucked by Max. And then a couple of months later after the milk had gone and his puppies were eating food, The Smiths began one by one to remove Travis?s puppies handing them over to unknown visitors and unknown amounts of money went into Rodgers wallet. New owners were found one by one until finally Travis was finally alone again in the backyard lying despondently looking out from the door of his kennel marked Petunia. He was relieved to have the puppies taken away so he didn?t have to look at them and see Max reflected back in five slightly different refractions, but a deeper part he refused to acknowledge was heart broken to have his children taken away. His teats had returned to a less engorged state, but the scars and trauma of forced canine motherhood on the former man were deep and permanent. -She?s A Model And She?s Looking Good- Rodger Smith took out a camera one Friday evening and took a series of profile shots of Petunia in the kitchen. "Sit, Stay, good girl," Rodger said as he fired off a dozen or so pictures. Rodger then spent a few hours googling ?Show Toy Poodle? and comparing the photos to what he found. ?Exceptional beauty and obedience,? she had said. Rodger had just been told that Emma?s little pound dog Petunia actually possessed perfect ?conformity to her breed? as she had put it. The woman he met at the dog park while Emma was trying again to get Petunia to play with other dogs, was a professional breeder she said and wanted to know Petunias line. "She doesn't have one, at least none I know of," said Rodger. "We got her in from the pound for our little girl." Well I?m sure she must come from one of the top lines," the woman said. "Her conformation to the breed is remarkable. Have you ever thought about showing her?" "We were told by the vet that she was a healthy poodle but he didn?t say anything about her being of show quality," he said trying not to stare at her ample breasts. Rodger was a simple man at heart and easily distracted. "Oh the Vets never know that stuff, to some veterinarians any dog that isn?t a direct line to wolves is a genetic mutation and a deformity to be treated and avoided. They don?t tend to support pure breed culture," She replied haughtily, suggesting she could talk for hours on how little vets know about dogs in her most humble opinion. "Pure breed?" asked Rodger excitedly. He knew that Emma had picked a great little dog, but he didn?t realise his girl had a natural eye for great value too. Once he got home he went online and began comparing pictures of Emma?s dog to the toy poodle breed standards. It was apparent even to his untrained eye that Petunia was a great specimen of the breed and after showing his wife they began to consider entering her in dog shows. And so that afternoon when Emma got home from school her parents asked her if she was interested in entering her dog in a show and her squeals of delight hit high ranges that Travis didn?t know dogs had. He was appalled at the thought of being paraded in front of a crowd, judged on his appearance and obedience. This sounded like a little miss beauty pageant but much worse. He had never wanted this life as a pet but every day seemed to get worse not better. He tried to communicate his distress to the Smiths, but they didn't understand. They never did. Despite Travis's reluctance Emma signed Petunia up for her first dog show. Travis wished he could die as he was groomed, trained and conditioned for the show. He had become a thing to be exhibited for other people's entertainment. Emma spent almost every spare hour between school and bed time preparing Petunia and making him run mazes and courses set up in the back yard in preparation. As the day of the show approached, the Smiths began to regularly have Petunia groomed in preparation for the event. They brushed her fur, trimmed her hair, and made sure that she looked her best. Travis felt a sense of dread and discomfort as he was primped and preened for the event. He had been shaved and fluffed like a cheerleaders pom pom with spindly legs. They had given him a continental trim that was as far as he was concerned, a no contest winner for stupidest fucking travesty of a hair cut to give a dog. Of All Time. The day of the show arrived, and Emma arrived early to prepare Petunia. He was bathed, his fur was blow-dried, and his nails were trimmed and polished. She groomed Petunia thoroughly, making sure that her fur was fluffy and neatly trimmed. She also put a bow on her head, and a shiny pink collar around her neck. Travis couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment and humiliation as he looked at himself in the mirror. Hope you?re fucking happy Miranda where ever you are. Hope you?re pissing your pants laughing right now you absolute colossal thunder cunt! He yipped. The day of the show finally arrived, and when it was time for Travis's turn in the ring, Emma led him to the judging area. The judges inspected Petunia closely, looking at her coat, her teeth, and her overall appearance. They asked Emma questions about her grooming and training. All the while Travis tried his best to stand still and look as good as he could, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of mortification as the judges examined him closely. He felt humiliated and degraded like he was a circus freak being put on display. He knew he had to go through with it, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of being objectified and humiliated. The experience was another low point for Travis, it was a reminder of how little control he had over his own life and how much he longed to be a human again. To Travis's surprise, he ended up 2nd place for ?best in class? at the dog show. The Smiths were so thrilled and proud of their daughter who had won a prize in her first show, but Travis couldn't bring himself to feel the same way. He had been cursed to be a poodle bitch by Miranda and now a group of professionals had judged him by committee to be an almost perfect poodle bitch even by professional poodle bitch standards. It hardly seemed like a win to him. As the family headed home with their prize winning dog and her trophy and ribbons, Travis sat mutely on the back seat next to his mistress Emma the prodigy dog trainer. Travis was a little annoyed that she was getting all the praise for training, but surely her work was less impressive if her dog had once attended University lectures in economic theory? Once again Travis couldn?t help but be bitter about his life as a dog. The win caught the attention of other poodle owners, and over the next few weeks some other poodle owners had approached Mr Smith about breeding Petunia with their sires. Surely a fine dam paired with pedigree sires would produce the most marvellous litters. If Petunia produced high quality puppies, they could sell for over 1,500 dollars each. Mr Smith didn?t need much more convincing than that, the idea of ten to fifteen thousand a year from breeding his daughters pound puppy was very tempting. And after a few preliminary talks with Emma and Rodger, arrangements were made with Mr Carlton the owner of last 3 years running best in breed Toy Poodle, Claudius. Travis was terrified hearing this, He was now a valuable breeding dog, and his purpose in life was now to produce more dogs like him for sale. As Travis's heat approached, he was filled with a constant looming dread. He knew that as soon as he started showing signs he would be used for breeding. Emma and her father had already organised a sire, Travis had overheard the phone call last month and knew they were just waiting on him to ?come into season?. So when his vulva began to quiver and he smelt his own scent change Travis knew with dreadful certainty what was coming next. When the day came Travis was put into his travel cage and driven to a large property on the edge of an industrial estate. He was going to meet Claudius, a sire with a great pedigree according to Rodger. Claudius was a very successful show dog and his stud services were sought after, but his owner had seen Petunia at the show and was eager to breed his best dog with her. He would waive his usual stud fee and just take first pick of the litter as payment. Travis sat in quiet indignity and listened to Rodger negotiating the terms of him getting fucked by another fucking dog. Again. Emma led him on his leash to meet the other dog, who was clearly excited by Travis's presence. The toy poodle Claudius was already sniffing the air getting a good whiff of the heated bitch before him. Emma and Rodger chatted with Carlton discussing Claudius's lineage, Petunias health and potential offspring, while Travis stood there feeling like nothing more than a piece of fresh meat as the well groomed smokey grey poodle eyed him hungrily. Claudius sat patiently looking at him and panting, Travis was aghast to see his canine cock was already unsheathed, bright red and glistening. He turned his head away in embarrassment. Never the less turning his head did nothing to remove the scent of Claudius and the other sires in the stable. Travis was filled with apprehension as he was led into the breeding pen. A small fenced off enclosure against the back wall of the stable centred between two rows of dog cages with Carlton?s other sires and dams inside, some excited at the smell of Travis, some resting with no interest. Most had prize ribbons affixed over them. Travis was led into the pen, an up and coming money man with two Bugatti's at home reduced to a poodle bitch in heat in a breeding pen awaiting a sire. He sat looking at the gate watching Claudius being led towards him. He was not a lot bigger than Travis was, maybe not even half of Max?s size, but he had a very dominant bearing none the less for such a small dog. Some of the other dogs in the kennel begin yelping and a couple of the other studs begin whimpering in envy and frustration as they watched Claudius being led to the timorous bitch in the breeding pen. Travis was panic stricken as the gate was opened and Claudius was let off his leash. With no hesitation he was walking briskly up to Travis and began sniffing his rear with gusto. The gate closed sealing him in with the blue grey poodle stud and he could feel the heat radiating off of his body as Claudius circled him sniffing and rubbing himself against Travis?s neck. He was nothing more than a breeding bitch now, at the mercy of the laughably small sire Claudius. A ridiculous tiny toy dog that stamped about like it was a wind up parody of a dog, was going to fuck him and he was going to have no option but to submit to it. As Claudius mounted him, Travis couldn?t help but feel a sense of utter disgust and embarrassment. He tried to resist, but his body betrayed him and he found himself submitting to the breeding sire with little meaningful struggle. Claudius impaled him and began to furiously hump away, his cock engorging and filling his vagina. The other dogs barked and howled in excitement as Travis was impregnated. Claudius unmounted and once again Travis was locked to his defiler with Claudius?s cock tied to his vaginal passage while sperm pumped into his womb. Dazed and addled Travis tried to take his mind elsewhere. Anywhere but here and now. He tried hard to visualise the face of his favourite Rolex and in his mind the quartz crystal vibrated in time with the rhythmically throbbing dog cock in his cunt. Tears welled up in Travis's eyes as he was knotted to the other dog. He had never felt so humiliated and powerless in his entire life. This was his new reality, a never-ending cycle of heat and breeding, a slave to the instincts and desires of others. But at least it was over for now, he would need to gestate and give birth of course but at least it would be 5 or 6 months before they could do this to him again. As they finally decoupled and Travis scooted away to a corner of the pen watching Claudius warily, Carlton and Rodger spoke. "So, we?ll give her an hour to relax and then take her home then yeah?" said Rodger. "You can sure, and you can bring her back in few days for a second mating," Carlton said. ?! yipped Travis. "Second?" asked Rodger. "Sorry I?m pretty new with this, just supporting my little girls hobby." He smiled at Carlton as he hugged Emma around her shoulder, as if he were demonstrating fatherly affection for the benefit of the dog breeder. Carlton smiled patiently back in return. "Well you see Rodger, there?s an OK chance of pregnancy in the fist mating, like 40% chance, but it?s best to give yourself better chances, so 2 or 3 times is preferred, maybe more depending." "Oh, Sorry Frank I didn?t know that," Rodger said scratching his head in thought. "Um I?ve got work on that day, how about-" "That?s fine Rodger," Carlton interrupted. "Or here?s an even better option, I could just keep Petunia here for a few days, maybe a week if need?s be. We?ll keep her penned her up with Claudius, they?ll get used to each other then. It makes it a lot easier if shes calm and settled too, and I can see she?s a timid little girl." "Well It?s more up to Emma really," said Rodger deferring to his little girl since it was her dog. Carlton looked down at Emma, the little dog show prodigy with serious eyes. "Would you be OK if Petunia has a holiday here with Claudius for a few days Emma? I promise we?ll take extra special care of her, she?ll get lots of good food and lots of love. And she?ll sleep safe and warm in here with the rest of my show dogs." Emma looked at her dad for advice and he shrugged noncommittally. "That will be OK Mr Carlton," Emma said making a decision that secured her best chances at having more puppies at home for a while. "I?ll just say goodbye to her and Daddy can bring me here to visit Petunia after school maybe." "You would be more than welcome, my young madam," said Carlton giving Emma a full deep bow and flourish. "Hehe, you?re silly Mr Carlton," she giggled at his old timey gentleman act. "Petunia can stay here," she decided. She walked over to the pen and bent over the railing to pat Travis lovingly. "Bye Bye Petunia, love you heaps baby girl. Be a good girl for Mummy," said the girl and with that the Smiths were gone and Travis found himself stuck in the middle of a high class puppy farm doomed to be fucked by Claudius repeatedly over the course of a week. Travis sat in the breeding pen watching his owner walk away while Claudius came and sat next to him, his snout pushed aggressively into his flank. It growled roughly and Travis without really thinking had rolled over for him. His tiny legs in the air and his belly pointing up. Claudius was already making it known that of the two dogs in here, only one was in charge. Travis had fallen into the submissive role all too easily and until Emma came to pick him up Travis now had a new temporary canine owner. Claudius had his bitch and he was calling all the shots. -Into The Blue Again, After The Money's Gone- It had been 3 years since Travis had become a dog and settled uncomfortably into his new life as Emma's pet. His old life felt so far away now and he could barely remember what he used to look like anymore. His memories of his life as Travis were riddled with holes these days. He didn?t know if it was just the physical size of his tiny head not being able to hold his old memories, of maybe it was just that the contexts for those memories seems to be drifting away as the years went by. Travis was barely himself anymore but Petunia had grown to be a respected and well-known breeding dog in the Toy Poodle community. Her puppies were known for their beauty, obedience, optimal size, and intelligence and she had become a sought-after dam for other Toy Poodle breeders. The Smiths had built a successful breeding business on the back of Petunia?s fertility and tween-aged Emma had become a minor celebrity in the dog show world as a child prodigy trainer and breeder. Emma was getting Petunia ready for a big interstate show next week so Travis was being subjected to yet another intensive grooming regime. His fur was cut professionally these days by a woman that owned one of the sire?s that had fucked puppies into him last season. Emma had met Mrs Emerson through mutual contacts in the Toy Poodle community last year and ever since she had been doing all of Petunias styling for shows. The self same dog that thrust a small litter into him was now sat quietly by his mistress and cocking his head from side to the side as he watched Travis get his humiliating continental style trim again. He remembered the little black thing being mercifully quick and at least they never knotted. So of all the dogs that had raped him, he was by some margin the least horrifying. Relatively speaking that kinda made him Travis?s favourite ex boyfriend. He couldn?t even remember his name. Not that it mattered really. But it certainly didn?t help his piece of mind to have it staring up at him as he was shaved. His body fur clipped back to almost bare skin and pom poms on his paws, his head hair fluffed out with his long puffed out furry ears looking like a little girls pigtails. He felt ridiculous. And then once the woman was done, Emma pulled out her accessories to ?dress? him ready to leave the doggy salon. First she put on his new collar that Emma had saved her pocket money for a month to get. A pink and white glittery collar with ?Petunia? spelled out in polished chrome letters, but at least even Emma had grown sick of the bells, so it was wonderfully silent. Then she fastened the little pink bow to his head off to the left like a Hello Kitty doll and lastly she fastened him into the day-glo pink leather harness and clipped on the and matching leash. "Thank you Mrs Emerson, I?ll see you on Thursday," she said leading Petunia to the door for a brisk walk home. "Bye bye Rupert," she added to the little black poodle at her feet. The harness was a recent development. Travis had taken to using some of the furniture and some dog athletics to remove his hated collars. Emma had bought at least half a dozen special collars for him and he hated every single one of them. And so a couple of weeks ago Emma had bought a pink harness that strapped around his chest as well as around his neck. He felt like a small furry gimp in pink. Emma and Petunia were walking the familiar street from Mrs Emerson?s place and the way home went right past the dog park. Emma was wondering if she felt like going into the dog park to give Petunia a bit of a run. In truth she was thinking less about Petunia getting a run as she was thinking about showing off Petunia to anyone who cared to fawn all over her pretty little girl. And there were very few regulars at the park that were immune to the cute little girl with the even cuter little poodle with a fresh pom pom hair cut. As they walked a woman approached from the other direction on the same side of the street and Travis couldn't help but feel an immediate sense of familiarity as he looked at her. As she got closer, he stopped walking and even breathing as he recognised her. It was Miranda. The woman who had cursed him to this nightmare of a life. He looked up at her growling with as much menace as he could as a tiny dog. Miranda walked up to the pair and looked down at Travis smiling. "Well, well, well, look at you! You look so adorable!" she said. Emma beamed proudly as the woman praised Petunia. "Thank you! We just came back from a grooming session." "What's his name?" Miranda asked. "Her name is Petunia. We adopted her from the pound about 3 years ago." Miranda grinned from ear to ear. "Petunia?" she repeated clearly delighted by the sound of it. "What a pretty name for a pretty girl! Can I pet her?" she asked Emma politely. "Of course you can! Petunia loves being petted," Emma replied, demonstrating once more that for a local renowned dog expert Emma was pretty shit at knowing what her own dog actually liked. "Petunia sit!" Instinctively Travis sat as he was ordered by his mistress. Travis was mortified to be face to face again with Miranda reduced to nothing more than a pretty toy. He wanted to bite Miranda but restrained himself knowing that Emma would only pull him away quickly anyway. A futile attack was not worth the added humiliation. Miranda leaned in and petted Travis's head softly. Travis could feel her breath on his ear as she whispered: "Good girl Travis. Turns out you were so much more than an Alpha dog after all." She then stood up, smiled down at Travis and said, "She's a lucky dog, Emma. You be sure to take good care of her." "I always do, she's my best friend," Emma said as Miranda rose to her feet again. "I can see that sweetie, you?re so lucky to have such a cute little girl for a pet and she is so lucky to have such a delightful young lady for a mistress," She stood up to leave. "It was so nice to meet you and your pretty pooch Emma. Take care Petunia." Miranda waved bye bye and blew a kiss at Travis and then she stood back up and walked away again. And then just as suddenly as the last time, Miranda was gone again leaving Travis feeling freshly traumatised. He was mortified for Miranda to see him especially like this in his doggy drag. His anger rose and he felt his body vibrating with impotent rage. After all this time She had just walked by and reawakened in him the suppressed horror and trauma of his cursed life. Just when he was finally becoming inured to the hell of his life, she bought it all crashing back. Hearing his name spoken for the first time in three years felt like had been dragged all the way across time to the night she cursed him 3 years ago. "Come on Petunia, let?s go girl" said Emma gently pulling at his pink leather leash. Travis fell in line as trotted along next to his tweenaged mistress back home. How long could this hell continue? Miranda had left Travis feeling freshly humiliated and acutely aware of how trapped he was. He remembered the horror and loss of when he first became a dog, and how he had struggled to come to terms with his new form. He remembered the physical pain and discomfort that came with the changes, and how he was filled with disgust and anger at what he had been reduced to. He also remembered the time Max had taken his canine virginity, a powerful stud dog pinning him to the ground him and impaling him with his monstrous red gland. Max had fucked him into submission while two rednecks drank beers and high-fived each other as they cheered Max on. The trauma of being a brood dam, giving birth to litter after litter and then a couple of months later his puppies taken away and sold, only for a new sire to be bought in to fuck him and the nightmare to begin again, He detested being treated as a machine for reproduction, feeling objectified and humiliated. He remembered the days leading up to the births, as he struggled to cope with his swollen belly and teats. And of course the recurring sessions with stud dogs fucking puppies into him for fun and profit. Not that he got any of either the fun or the profit of course. Despite the time that had passed, he still found himself struggling to accept his fate. He knew he had been lucky to have been rescued by Emma and her family. Without that little girl he would have been one of the many dogs put down and thrown in the furnace. He knew that he should be grateful for the second chance that life had given him. But since his relegation further down the animal kingdom hierarchy he had found gratitude to be an empty thing of little use. More years passed and Travis was now an older dog. He had aged physically and mentally. He had grown accustomed to his life as a poodle bitch, but it never became easy for him. Familiarity breeds contempt and he had been through countless cycles of breeding and giving birth, and he had lost count of how many litters he had birthed. At least the breeding days were done so these days he was nothing more or less than Emma?s beloved dog pampered and his every need was catered to. Even though Emma was now deeply into her own protracted heat and she was knotting with males of her own, she never neglected her dear little Petunia. The breeding was behind him and so in most way was his contempt. His body was no longer as strong as it used to be and he was starting to feel the effects of old age. He moved slower, his vision wasn't as sharp and he had trouble hearing. He was no longer the same dog that he was when he was first cursed, but he was still here, still alive. Despite the hardships he had a loving family and he had Emma who had grown up with him and loved him as if he was her own child. He had learned to find joy in the small things, a treat, a belly rub, a walk in the park, and the companionship of his family. He had learned to accept his fate and make the best of it. He knew that his time was coming to an end, and he was ready for it, he was tired, but he was content. Another few years passed and Travis was now a very old dog indeed, he was close to death. He spent his final days lying in the sun, feeling the warmth on his fur, and reflecting on his life. He thought about all the hardships he had been through, the breeding, the giving birth, the constant cycles of heat, and how it had never gotten easier. But, he also thought about the good times, the love and companionship of his family, the puppies he had mothered and the small joys that had come with his new life. As he lay there his body began to shut down, his breathing grew shallow and his heartbeat grew weaker. He knew that his time had come, and he was ready to go. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, feeling at peace with his life. - ?Cause There Ain't No One For To Give You No Pain- But, as he lay there something strange happened. Instead of fading away he felt a new sensation, one of rebirth. He opened his eyes and found himself in a new body. A young horse, A filly still wet from his rebirth. He was confused and disoriented but he soon realised that this was another curse. He was horrified, knowing that he would have to go through yet another life, in another animal form, and start all over again. Travis's life as a filly was filled with new challenges and struggles. As a young horse, he had to learn how to walk, run, and navigate the world on four spindly legs. He had to learn how to communicate and understand the language of other horses, and he learned the hierarchy of the herd. He quickly realised that life as a wild horse was much different than life as a pet dog, and he had a lot to learn. He struggled to adapt to his new body and the demands that came with it. He had to learn how to graze, and how to navigate the terrain. He had to learn how to communicate with other horses, and how to understand their body language. He was also constantly aware of his surroundings and the potential dangers that came with living in the wild. He also had to learn how to survive in the wild, how to find food and water, and how to protect himself from predators. He had to learn how to be aware of his surroundings and to be alert for danger at all times. He knew that life as a horse would be much harder than life as a dog, and he would have to work hard to survive. Despite the challenges, Travis slowly started to adapt to his new life as a filly. He also started to form relationships with other horses and found a sense of belonging within the herd. He knew that life as a horse would be difficult, but he was determined to make the best of it, and try to find happiness in this new form. As Travis lived his new life as a filly and became a mare he realised that he would have to go through the cycle of breeding and giving birth once again. He was horrified at the thought of it, knowing that it would bring back all the feelings of violation and powerlessness that he had experienced as a dog. As a mare he would still have no control over when he would go into heat and would be left no choice but to breed with the stallions of the herd. The physical changes and discomfort that came with being in heat, and the fear and anxiety of giving birth were still seared into his mind from his days as Petunia. He knew that he would have to go through it all again, and it made him feel helpless and trapped. Despite his fears he knew intellectually at least that it was a natural part of life for a horse, and he tried to come to terms with it. And the inevitable happened one spring when he went into heat and was bred by one of stallions of the herd. She felt the powerful urges pushing her to mate, but also found she was able to simply enjoy the feeling as the powerful stallion took her from behind. Her mate was powerful but gentle with her. She had grown up with him in the herd so he felt like a friend as well as a mate. Far from the violation of his former life, this was a mating borne from a mutual longing. She gave birth to a foal, a filly, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of love and protection towards her offspring. As did her father. They had become loving parents so easily. Travis knew that this was just the beginning of yet another cycle of breeding and giving birth, but this time, she had the experience and knowledge from her past life as a dog, and she was able to make the best of it. She was determined to be the best mother she could be and to protect and care for her foals. No one would take them away from her either. She knew that she would have to go through this cycle again, but this time, she would be better prepared, and she would not let her past experiences to define her, but rather learn from them. The years passed and Travis grew into a strong and wise mare. She had given birth to several foals becoming a respected matriarch of the herd. She had learned to navigate the wild and to protect her foals from predators. She had formed deep bonds with her fellow herd and had found a sense of belonging and purpose. She had come to accept her fate as a cursed being, and had learned to find joy in the small things, like the warmth of the sun on her coat, the taste of fresh grass and the sound of her foals' whinnies. She had also come to understand the importance of her role as a mother, and took pride in raising her foals to be strong and independent, the leading stallions and mares of the herd were soon almost all her own offspring. The Herd grew so much that one winter it became a crisis point at which point Travis had instigated breaking the Herd into two. Two of her sons took a fork into the valley with some of the more sensible mares as Travis and the rest of her Herd continued along the ridge. They would see each other again they all knew as they traversed the plains, but at least now they would not find themselves tripping over each other grazing just to stay fed. Travis had found a sense of peace and contentment in her life as a horse, and although she still remembered her past life as a human it no longer defined her. She had moved on and had found happiness in her new form. She had come to accept that this was her fate and was happy to know that she would live out her days as a horse, but she knew that she would always cherish the memories of her past lives and the lessons she had learned along the way too. As the years passed, Travis grew old once more and eventually passed away this time as an old wild horse. She felt her body shut down again, her breathing grew shallow in a familiar way, and her heart grew weaker. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, feeling at peace with her life. But, just as before instead of fading away she felt that sensation once more one of rebirth. She opened her eyes and found herself in a new body, this time as a human once more. She was confused and disoriented, but she soon realised that this was the curse once more, the curse of life. She was overjoyed she had the chance to live as a human again. Travis was born into a loving family and named Mandala by her new mother. She was overjoyed. She would be able to communicate and to express herself and to have control over her own body once more. She was suckling from her new mother, feeling the warmth and love. She knew that this was a new start, a new chance, and she was determined to make the most of it. She knew that this was a second chance, actually a forth chance if you chose not to be anthropic about it all. She was determined to live her life differently this time around. She would be kind, empathetic and most of all, she would make the most of her second chance at human life. She was grateful for the opportunity and knew that she would cherish every moment of it. Travis grew up yet again, this time as Mandala, she went to school, made friends and learned new things. She was determined to make the most of her second chance at life and to live it differently than before. She was a kind and empathetic girl, always trying to help others and make the world a better place. She was determined to be a good person and to make a positive impact on the world. When Mandala was ten years old, she was walking down the street and saw a familiar face that was burned into her memory from decades before she was born. It was Miranda. Maybe thirty or forty years had passed since that night and Miranda now looked like a grandmother rather than the beautifully raven haired woman he had first met. But he still recognised her immediately. Mandala was surprised and more than a bit scared. She didn't know what to expect from the woman who had caused her so much pain in her past life. But she was also shocked to find she no longer hated this woman. Two or three life times gave a lot of distance from their first meeting and left her with a staggeringly wide sense of perspective. Miranda approached the young girl and smiled, she somehow was able to recognise her immediately and also seemed delighted to see she was human again. "It?s good to see you again. I?ve been watching you for a long time Travis," Miranda said by way of greeting. "I?ve just been waiting until you were ready before I came to speak with you again." Mandala was once more moved to feel the weight of years by hearing her old name. Seeing and hearing Miranda was in a way the much needed confirmation she wasn?t a delusional little girl who had merely imagined she had lived past lives. "First I want to say that I am deeply sorry for what you endured. I?m sorry I did that too you," she said. Mandala wanted to say she forgave her, but felt that perhaps vocalising it was right for now. She merely nodded in understanding, and Miranda seemed to instinctively know the why of it. "You should be proud of the person you have become, I?m so happy to see you living a happy and fulfilling life," she told the small girl Travis had become. Mandala was surprised and a bit confused by Miranda's words, but she could see the sincerity in her eyes. And it shocked Travis just how little malice he still held for Miranda. A full life lived as a wild horse had flushed so much bitterness and bullshit from his mind. He forgave Miranda for what she had done and thanked her for giving her the opportunity to have a second chance at life. "And that?s what I needed to talk to you about," said Miranda. "You see this isn?t a second chance at life, this is an eternal chance." Mandala/Petunia/Travis looked up at Miranda confused. "What you?re saying I?m immortal or something now?" he asked flippantly. "Well closer to ?something? than immortal but ...yeah, kinda." Miranda stopped walking and bent down to make contact with the little girl. "You see the truth is, the cursed keep being reborn over and over again." "So..." Travis said trying to get his head around it. "I?m going to grow up live and die, and then be born again, forever?" "Well maybe not ?forever?, but for many many more lives, yes my dear. You will live again and again." Mandala looked up with urgent fear. "I?m not going to have to be a dog or horse again am I?" "No my love," Miranda said rubbing her back sympathetically. "You will only grow from here, all your lives from here will now only be as people I assure you." And as the young girl and the old woman excitedly talked about the implications of multiple lives, Mandala and Miranda became fast friends and Mandala was grateful for the opportunity to move on from her past and to make the most of her second, third and forth chances. As the two women walked in lock step towards a gratuitously beautiful sunset Mandala looked up at Miranda. "Miranda there?s something that bothered me the whole time and I don?t know if you can clear it up, but can I ask you something?" "Yes my dear Travis, you can ask me anything at all." "Why the fuck was I so triggered by all the pink stuff when I was Petunia?" "Huh?" she said thrown off balance. "Well aren't dogs famously colour blind? They can?t even see pink. And all the bright red dog cocks. Soooo many red cocks. I mean how would I possibly have known?" "Well I guess some things are just a mystery for the ages," Miranda said. "Seems more like someones got kinks about bright red dog dick and pink leather to me," the little girl replied, dubious about age old mysteries. "I mean narratively speaking of course it?s just a bit suspect you know?" Mandala said. Miranda smiled beatifically down at the small girl next to her and ran a hand loving down the back of her head before drawing it back and giving her a sharp clip over one ear. "Oww!" Mandala wailed. "Shut the fuck up Travis," said Miranda grinning up at the beautiful setting sky. "Fair enough," Mandala said smiling as she walked hand in hand with Miranda towards the azure, yada yada yada, fuck you too Travis. ************ ?This moment in time It doesn't belong to you It belongs to me And to your little boy and to your little girl And the one hand clapping. Where on your palm is my little line When you're written in mine As an old memory?? The Jig Of Life ? Kate Bush ****** The End ****** Authors Note: Thank you very much to everyone that left a review. I was very pleasantly surprised to read all the positive reactions and nice things said. I was honestly expecting someone to tell me it was a load of wanky bullshit or to pick up egregious grammar errors, but it didn?t happen. It?s rather difficult to get an idea for what your own writing sounds like in a vacuum and given the subject matter I like, its a tad problematic to ask friends to read it. So thank you all for your feedback. I?m almost hoping for just a little bit of negative feedback so I know what to work on. Speaking of subject matter, a few people said they enjoyed the story even though animal stuff is not ?the bag I?m into? and I have to say that is exactly what I was going for. It?s not my hot beverage of choice either and I thought by straying out of my lane somewhat I could concentrate on story over the basic one hand wank tale fodder (Not that there?s anything wrong with that!) I didn?t set out to write dog smut because I?m also not into dog smut. And there is a LOT of dog smut in this one. I was setting out to write a story outside of my own personal fetishes as an experiment to see if I could actually do it, and along the way I found that Travis just kept pretty much writing himself to the point where I?m asking, ?So I?m definitely NOT into dog stuff am I?? There?s still strong themes of forced Fem in this which is definitely my cup of caramel latte, but the dog theme has become very much a Dean Pelton ?Hmm, this better not awaken anything in me? kinda thing really. But at least if anyone calls me out on it, Miranda has my back. The ending might be have become a bit needlessly Messianic and spiritual and both of those are DEFINITELY not my normal fair as I?m more about Miserably Ever After, But Travis went through a hell of a lot of shit over a few decades and I felt he deserved a break. It was a blast writing this and it has definitely fired up a writing habit. Until now I had been wasting my time scrawling meaningless bullshit arguments on reddit, and while it?s still a guilty pleasure, the joy of writing an actual story no matter how niche it might be is a lot more fulfilling. My next story will not be about animals. It will be humans and I?ll be writing directly towards my own tastes this time. That is to say themes of forced/defiant feminisation and age regression. Thanks again readers and I?ll see you again with the next one.