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Finally finished. Now I can focus on more important things. Like schoolwork…
After a few months of living life as a dog, Samuel Baxter managed to turn human again. No, that'd be misleading. For starters, he didn't really have the right mindset to desire to change back. (Especially with that lovely poodle as a girlfriend.) Secondly, he hadn't fully recovered his senses. There were quite a few instinctual habits that he couldn't quite get over, such as lapping up at his drinks. Even at his friend's bachelor party, he just couldn't help himself as he lapped just a taste of his drink's foam. He immediately spat it out, Sam didn't know what kind of beer it was, but made him want to bark… er barf. He managed to resist doing so and went up to get himself a martini instead.
One of the other guests, Monty had lost track of his own beer. He picked up the suspicious looking dixie cup and figured what harm would it be. Let loose a little for once. It was a bachelor party, after all. His reaction was no different than that of Sam's had been and rightfully so. The beer wasn't a beer at all. Rather it was an untainted polyjuice potion that one of the secret wizard guests had brought for a little fun.
Coincidently, the wizard had purposely switched the drinks when no one was looking properly. He figured that now that the drinks had been inadvertently been tainted, then the hour of switched identities would make quite a hilarious experience to witness. Muggles were such fun to mess around with. Unfortunately, things didn't go quite as planned. He had no clue about Sam's earlier experience with magic, nor how it had so drastically changed his DNA. The wizard could only watch in horror as Monty was changing into something that just wasn't human. The wizard didn't know what grew faster, Monty's muzzle or his brown and black fur coat.
He also didn't expect Sam to get a new drink at the bar that had another concoction that contained just a hair from the wolf trophy hanging above the bar. It mixed with the little bit of the potion that still existed on Sam's tongue. This new DNA now flowed deep into Sam's blood. Sam actually managed to get his wits back, if only long enough to realize that he had felt this sensational heat before. It was that cursed tennis ball. Sam slowly unbuttoned his shirt as the heat and itching sensation slowly escalated. Was the spell keeping him human wearing off? He had to get out of here befoooooooouuuurrrr…
"Ehehehe… whooooo boy! It's get'n hOt in heRe. *hick* wHat waz in thes drInK!" Sam called out as he fell on his ass. Monty fell on all fours as his changing feet couldn't keep him upright. Not that his escalating drunken state helped. Monty attempted to push himself back up, but his tail decided to take this moment to sprout with such an oh so pleasant sensation. And ooh is that more beer? No, beer is tasty.
"Sammy wants more beer… better beer. *hick*"
"waiT, You'Re not *hick* nOt Sam…," the real Sam pointed out as he swung his martini glass around.
"Sure, I aM mon… Sa… Mon. Simon. Yeah, that soundzzz 'bout right. I'm Simon! *Hick* And I could reaLly Use aNother round," the new german shepherd managed to sit on his haunches.
"Me tOooooooo,"the new drunk werewolf howled as he slowly finished removing his shirt. He didn't need it. He used to run around naked all the time. Why would he wear a shirt now? Especially with is new packmate, Simon. Oh and he's so strong too, helping him keep his balance like this. Only reall buddies do that sort of thing for each other, "Bartender! Another round fa… SimoN and mysalf. Put it on ma taB."
The bartender couldn't register what was happening before him, but he decided it best to pretend that nothing was wrong anyway, "and t-t-the name on the t-t-tab sir?"
"Son… Jas Son," Sam slurred as he finally dropped the martini glass upon the bar. Oh, this heat wasn't helping either as his panting tongue made his speech even harder to understand.
"O-ok-kay, Mr. Jason, sir," the bartender hurried off to prepare more drinks.
"Nah, my nam's not… eh forGet Da bOut it," the drunk laughed, "guess Ma nam's Jason."
Special thanks to
werewolf2045for the suggestion. I hope this meets your expectations.
After a few months of living life as a dog, Samuel Baxter managed to turn human again. No, that'd be misleading. For starters, he didn't really have the right mindset to desire to change back. (Especially with that lovely poodle as a girlfriend.) Secondly, he hadn't fully recovered his senses. There were quite a few instinctual habits that he couldn't quite get over, such as lapping up at his drinks. Even at his friend's bachelor party, he just couldn't help himself as he lapped just a taste of his drink's foam. He immediately spat it out, Sam didn't know what kind of beer it was, but made him want to bark… er barf. He managed to resist doing so and went up to get himself a martini instead.
One of the other guests, Monty had lost track of his own beer. He picked up the suspicious looking dixie cup and figured what harm would it be. Let loose a little for once. It was a bachelor party, after all. His reaction was no different than that of Sam's had been and rightfully so. The beer wasn't a beer at all. Rather it was an untainted polyjuice potion that one of the secret wizard guests had brought for a little fun.
Coincidently, the wizard had purposely switched the drinks when no one was looking properly. He figured that now that the drinks had been inadvertently been tainted, then the hour of switched identities would make quite a hilarious experience to witness. Muggles were such fun to mess around with. Unfortunately, things didn't go quite as planned. He had no clue about Sam's earlier experience with magic, nor how it had so drastically changed his DNA. The wizard could only watch in horror as Monty was changing into something that just wasn't human. The wizard didn't know what grew faster, Monty's muzzle or his brown and black fur coat.
He also didn't expect Sam to get a new drink at the bar that had another concoction that contained just a hair from the wolf trophy hanging above the bar. It mixed with the little bit of the potion that still existed on Sam's tongue. This new DNA now flowed deep into Sam's blood. Sam actually managed to get his wits back, if only long enough to realize that he had felt this sensational heat before. It was that cursed tennis ball. Sam slowly unbuttoned his shirt as the heat and itching sensation slowly escalated. Was the spell keeping him human wearing off? He had to get out of here befoooooooouuuurrrr…
"Ehehehe… whooooo boy! It's get'n hOt in heRe. *hick* wHat waz in thes drInK!" Sam called out as he fell on his ass. Monty fell on all fours as his changing feet couldn't keep him upright. Not that his escalating drunken state helped. Monty attempted to push himself back up, but his tail decided to take this moment to sprout with such an oh so pleasant sensation. And ooh is that more beer? No, beer is tasty.
"Sammy wants more beer… better beer. *hick*"
"waiT, You'Re not *hick* nOt Sam…," the real Sam pointed out as he swung his martini glass around.
"Sure, I aM mon… Sa… Mon. Simon. Yeah, that soundzzz 'bout right. I'm Simon! *Hick* And I could reaLly Use aNother round," the new german shepherd managed to sit on his haunches.
"Me tOooooooo,"the new drunk werewolf howled as he slowly finished removing his shirt. He didn't need it. He used to run around naked all the time. Why would he wear a shirt now? Especially with is new packmate, Simon. Oh and he's so strong too, helping him keep his balance like this. Only reall buddies do that sort of thing for each other, "Bartender! Another round fa… SimoN and mysalf. Put it on ma taB."
The bartender couldn't register what was happening before him, but he decided it best to pretend that nothing was wrong anyway, "and t-t-the name on the t-t-tab sir?"
"Son… Jas Son," Sam slurred as he finally dropped the martini glass upon the bar. Oh, this heat wasn't helping either as his panting tongue made his speech even harder to understand.
"O-ok-kay, Mr. Jason, sir," the bartender hurried off to prepare more drinks.
"Nah, my nam's not… eh forGet Da bOut it," the drunk laughed, "guess Ma nam's Jason."
Special thanks to
werewolf2045for the suggestion. I hope this meets your expectations.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Canine (Other)
Size 900 x 1000px
File Size 116.1 kB
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