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 | Xanadu story universe |
The figure that strode confidently into the checkpoint area was certainly tall, certainly female and certainly hairy. Her face did not seem to have been involved in the change, and was that of a girl of early twenties with a fresh faced complexion, bright eyes and a slightly turned up nose. Her face was framed in long blonde hair, and from the chin up there was no reason to think that any change had occurred.
From the neck down there were many changes. Firstly her frame was almost entirely covered in long blonde silky hair, the same colour as that on her head, with the hair draping off her like a swishing curtain. Her frame was not entirely human, her arms were too long for a human, her torso more narrow and her thighs more pointed. She was standing on the balls of her feet, her heel many inches from the floor. What the soldier could see of her hands through the hair, suggested human hands with claws for fingernails. She was wearing a short skirt (under which draped a tail) and a baggy cotton shirt.
"Hello, what are you?" asked the soldier.
"I'm Sally, and I'm a human and a dog, I'm a completely new breed of animal, and I'm very happy". Her hairy tail wagged.
"Hello Sally". The soldier consulted his list and found only one Sally "Sally Wong?"
"Yes, that's right". She was gushing with excitement.
"And what is your story?"
"Well, this is completely brilliant. For years I've been developing my character, and when I come to these events I always cosplay as an afghan hound. I've had a fantasy for years to be a human cross dog, and now it's happened! Look!"
She held out her hand, palm up, and on each finger and the palm of her hand were the pads usually found on dog feet. She then steadied herself and raised her foot, which still showed some signs of a human foot, but with her heel way off the ground, and with the same pads and claws where nails would have been expected.
"The best bit, is that I have a choice - look, two legs or four". She dropped to all fours, where her extended arms made sense - she was a balanced animal with a level backbone and her tail looking correct. Her neck seemed to facilitate forward view. She looked up.
"I can run at over 30 miles per hour for short bursts like this. I am built for speed".
The soldier looked impressed.
"You can run fast, I can see you're built for it, what else can you do?"
"Well, I have to do a lot of combing and brushing, the hair does get tangled. Oh, and I can catch things. I caught a rabbit - not a Xanadu rabbit - a real one from the woods, and I caught it because I could see it - my vision is excellent, and I could smell it, I have the nose of a dog, and I have the speed to catch things. It tasted good too - I seem to prefer my meat fresh and warm."
"What else?"
"Well, nothing I can think of".
"Ok, let me take some details", he was referring to his checklist, "What sex are you?"
"I'm definitely all girl, and I am built for fantastic sex - do you want to see?" She turned round and lifted her tail and in full view under the tail was the human female anatomy. "I am so glad I thought that through - I am an erogenous zone all over. Look", she stood up onto her back feet, and with her arms lifted her shirt. Three pairs of human female and hair free breasts were visible, a D cup pair at the top, a C cup nestling beneath and a B cup just below those. "The power of six, and they all will function when I have pups and they all are quite sensitive to the touch". She dropped her shirt.
"I see, and what do you hope to do now that you have become the first of a kind?"
"Oh, I have it all planned out, you see. I have been working this out for years in my head. I have the power to transform other humans into hudogs. If I want them to become male hudogs I let them make love with me from behind, and if I want to make a hudog female I deeply kiss them. It's like a kind of virus that I have, even girls can become male hudogs with enough juices, and then they change over a couple of days and then they are hudogs too!"
"Wow, you really have thought this through - I am impressed" said the soldier, and then in the tone of voice usually associated with parade grounds he barked "SALLY SIT!"
She immediately sat down, front arms straight, back legs folded and her tail on the ground.
"Holy crap, I can't move. What did you do to me?" Her expression was one of horror. "Damn this is cold!"
"SALLY LIE DOWN" and she had to obey.
"SALLY HEEL" and she rose to all fours and came round to stand next to the soldier's leg and looked up.
"What the crap have you done to me?" she asked again.
"I was just checking how far you thought this through, and it seems that you have imagined yourself as a well trained dog".
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, this is crap". There was a pause. "What are you going to get me to do?"
"SALLY SIT" She sat.
"Oh fuckit, this floor is cold and my girl parts are right on the cold. Please let me stand!" she whimpered.
"SALLY STAY" said the soldier. He left the room and she heard the lock turn. She was unable to move, no matter how hard she tried she could do nothing but sit for what seemed to be hours, but was probably minutes.
The lock turned again. The soldier had raided the 18+ area for useful hardware, and came back in with a leather lockable mouth gag, a locking collar and a lead. He locked the door and pocketed the key.
"Damn it, this floor is really cold. Let me stand, please!"
"Sally, I see you're exactly where I told you to stay. That is very good. Well done." Her tail wagged. "We simply cannot have you running around making hudogs of any kind of sex at your whim. If what you say is true we have military grade weaponry that can be developed from your spit and your juices. I suspect the Justice Department could more easily manage prisoners if they were as well behaved as you are. I'm sorry girl, but you are coming with me". Despite resisting all she could, there was nothing to stop the soldier putting a collar on her, a lead on the collar, and then the locking mouth gag around her head to effectively muzzle her. She was lead away on all fours, protesting as loudly as she could while muzzled, to a waiting security van, and taken to where the sun only shines when it's exercise time.