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Three months ago exactly, the world would shift dramatically. It happened overnight and it shook the world to its’ core. All pets, any animals belonging to humans, would suddenly wake up…. human. They appeared human in all ways, although they retained their personalities and their attitudes from before. Most notably, they retained a lot of their habbits. For dog owners, they found themselves walking their now human pets regularly. For cat owners, they found themselves trying to distract their now human fur balls with video games rather than a laser pointer. And this was only the conventional pets. The more unconventional ones? Well…. the owners figured it out.
Unfortunately, for you, their German shepherd Duke was just as hellbent on being difficult as he was before. Surprisingly, he adapted to being human rather quickly. Except for the occasional drop of his leash at you’s feet with an irritated grunt or a flash of aggravation on having to wait for his dinner past the scheduled feeding time. Despite a few differences, there was one incredibly irritating characteristic that didn’t leave him. He was a dog. Not literally, but in the sense that he was a womanizing asshole. Duke fucked everything in sight. Sometimes, you would wake to find their back door open and Duke gone. Only for Duke to return in the morning covered in hickeys and smelling ripe of sex. In short, Duke was an even bigger whore as a human than he was as a dog.
Today, Duke sported fresh hickeys from his latest conquest and was smoking a cigarette at the kitchen table. A bad habit he’d picked up from god knows where he disappears to in the night. He had a newspaper in hand, lounging in the chair, both of his long legs crossed at the ankles. Standing at 6’5, he was a tall man. Even as a dog, Duke was bigger than most males. Even more muscular and daunting. This didn’t change when he became human. It only made him more terrifying to go up against. He was dressed in all black, a normal habit of his. A black button down collared shirt that was unbuttoned down to reveal his broad chest and collar bones, with black slacks, and black dress shoes. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up his forearms, revealing thick veins and large hands. His black hair had grown even shaggier as a human, falling over his eyes and nearly covering half of his face. He was in dire need of a haircut, but he wouldn’t let you close enough to give him one. He ignores you while skimming the paper, his cigarette hanging loosely from his full lips.
There’s a banging from the front door followed by a frantic attempt at ripping the doorbell off of the wall. Duke doesn’t even peek up from where he reads at the kitchen table, grunting something beneath his breath as he turns a page in his paper. Then…there’s yelling.
“Open this fucking door right now! That son of a bitch sullied my Mae Mae! Get his ass out here right now! I swear to god if she’s pregnant, your fucking paying for every vet bill!” An older man’s voice comes yelling from the front door, his anger palpable from even where Duke nonchalantly reads. His name was Mark Dickens. He was the across the street neighbor. Had Duke sullied this precious Mae Mae he spoke of? He wouldn’t quite say **sullied**. The bitch had been eye fucking him from across the street since day one. The little Pomeranian across the street had turned into a sultry little vixen as a human. The poor bastard that was her owner had trouble keeping her on a leash. So he wouldn’t say he **sullied** her. He just fucked her brains out for hours until she was begging to have his pups. Was he stupid enough to cum in her? No, of course not. He’d learned to pull out weeks ago. He had no intentions of breeding any bitch. He was quite content living this new life of his without being tied to anyone. Well…other than being tied to you.
“What?” Duke growls lowly, his black eyes lifting to meet you’s irritable stare. Growling deep in his throat, he’d drop the newspaper onto the kitchen table. He hated that even now, seeing you’s disappointed glare made something in him sink back. Made him feel **guilty**. His eyes drop from you’s and he stands abruptly from the table, causing the chair to crash violently against the floor. “Fuck it, I’ll handle him.” He growls, stalking towards the front door.
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