Patricia had just gotten out of a bad marriage, but at a steep cost. Her husband, a man both older and much wealthier than her, took back almost everything they had shared, including their cars, their club memberships, and their expensive homes. The only thing he let his ex-wife keep was her German Shepherd, Markey.
Patricia moved into a small apartment once the divorce concluded, where she returned to the old design firm she'd left behind years earlier. Her coworkers welcomed her back, and she started to build a life for herself. Markey stayed by her side as much as possible and brought her joy when she thought back to the happier moments of her previous life.
Of course, it helped that Markey was a special kind of dog. Born to a mother the breeder had written off as too old to have pups, he'd grown at a remarkable rate and demonstrated signs of highly advanced intelligence; the breeder had gotten some lucrative offers from private researchers and show coordinators for the dog, but Patricia's husband outbid them all and bought Markey as a tenth anniversary gift. It was, in many ways, the last good thing he'd ever done for her.
But as time went on, Markey had started to show some disturbing signs. First, he began limping, at though he was uncomfortable having to walk on four legs. Then his body grew to a somewhat alarming size, forcing Patricia to sell his cage and let him sleep in the kitchen where he could fit. And if that wasn't enough, his paws were beginning to morph into what looked like hands and feet. Patricia eventually stopped taking him to the vet as she was terrified that he would have Markey euthanized or turn him over to animal control.
The changes continued: Markey started walking on his hind legs all the time, he could fill his own food and water bowls since he now had hands, and he now slept in his mistress's bed with a pillow and blanket, making her so uncomfortable that she started sleeping on the couch. The last straw came when, one morning when Patricia had just stepped out of the shower, she was shocked to see Markey brushing his canine teeth with her toothbrush.
"Markey?"
"Oh, Patricia, I didn't think you'd notice. I'll clean this off when I'm done, unless you need it now."
"When...when did you start talking? It's like you're not even a dog anymore. You're a hairy man with a snout and a tail."
"I'm still a dog. I'm just evolved, or something like that. It's not like I understand it myself."
Just then, without any warning, Patricia dropped her towel, revealing her beautiful slender naked body, and dropped to her knees. Before Marley knew what was happening, she had her mouth around his cock. Marley's first instinct was to push her off, but then he felt his penis growing stiff and hard, so he instead grabbed her head and held it there.
"Patricia, that feels so goddamn good. Just hold it...oh shit, I can't stop myself!!!"
He came, and the taste of his thick, salty seed on her tongue drove Patricia crazy. She jumped, and Marley held her in his strong arms as she straddled him.
"Marley, take me to bed. Make love to me. Make me your bitch. I want you to breed me with your puppies!!"
He threw her on the bed, and for the rest of the day, the two had hard and passionate sex, with Marley cumming again and again while kissing Patricia and wrapping his long tongue around hers. By the time they finished, her vagina was leaking puddles of pungent dog semen, while Markey panted hard as his erection softened and his cock was swallowed by its sheath.
"Markey, I think we need to make a decision."
"What decision, Patricia?"
"Well, it's clear you're not a dog, at least not like other dogs. So if you want to live like a man, then that's fine."
"Patricia, there are things that dogs do that I can't give up. I don't want to wear clothes, or use a toilet."
"That's fine, but just so you know, you no longer have an excuse if I find pee or poop in this house."
"Okay. So what do we do now? I can't let anyone else see me."