2:13.
“Aww dang…” Troy thought as he peered at the clock on his nightstand through half opened eyes. The sight of the sun blazing through his window told him that didn’t mean 2:13 at night.
“Heh, blazing…” Troy giggled.
Troy had spent all last alternating between taking hits from his bong and eating out RK’s ass. Man… he must have been really fucking high to eat a skunk’s ass. What the fuck was he thinking?
Troy’s stomach rumbled and he tried to jump out of bed – tried being the operative word. His brain felt thick, his body felt heavy, and his stomach felt empty. Despite a monumental amount of effort, all he managed to do was sit up and toss his legs over the side of the bed.
“Shit man, I’m still coming down from last night.”
“Someone sounds like they’re awake!” came a shout from the living room, “you want to go another round?”
Unnff. Troy slid off the bed and trudged over to the mirror. Staring back at him was a chubby anthropomorphic Rottweiler, slightly hunched over in exhaustion, whose face was adorned with sagging lips and droopy, bloodshot eyes. He looked like shit. And he felt like shit. And now RK was calling for him to go eat shit.
Man, RK was annoying as a skunk. Troy wished he’d never turned RK into one – or… wait? Did Troy turn RK into a skunk? Wasn’t that the auditor’s work? The THC swirling through his brain meant that memories came slow and thoughts were hard to think. Fuck it, it didn’t matter. All that mattered is that Troy didn’t have the energy for RK’s incessant begging right now.
Troy walked over to the bedroom door and looked out into the living room. Sitting on the couch, staring back at him, was a rather normal looking human. Oh ya… that was right. Troy had turned RK back into a human when they were done last night.
“Come on Troy, turn me back into a skunk! You know you want to,” RK said with a slight wink.
Except Troy didn’t want to. What Troy wanted right now, hung over as he was, was to get some food and be left alone. But if yesterday’s “fun” was any indication, RK wasn’t going to leave Troy alone until RK got what RK wanted.
Grabbing the Book of Beasts off the dresser, Troy looked at RK and muttered “half” before tucking it down the back of his pants, in between them and his underpants. He finished up by tucked his shirt in front of the book so that it wasn’t making any contact with his skin. One benefit of being a Rottweiler – his tail was so small and stubby that it generally didn’t get in the way and he could wear clothes for normal humans. RK, on the other hand, had to wear all custom-tailored pants with a hole in the back and a velcro strap above that.
Like always, the transformation began instantly. Black fur began pushing out all over RK’s body while a muzzle grew on his face and his ears became slightly more pointed as they migrating to the top of his head. The transformation finished off as a wide, fluffy white striped tail poofed out of RK’s butt, running up along his back and hanging slightly over the top of the couch he was sitting on.
“You feel any different?” Troy called out.
“Should I?” replied RK.
Perfect. RK must not have the other books with him right now, so he had no idea about the reality change.
The rumbling in Troy’s stomach brought his mind back to the most important thing for him – getting some food.
Troy walked down the hallway and out into the kitchen with RK ignoring him the entire way there. Troy hadn’t just turned RK into a skunk, he’d changed him into Rusty’s skunky boyfriend. Troy had hoped that change would cause RK to bug Rusty for face sits and leave Troy alone. Even still, Troy had been concerned that with Rusty at work, Troy would be RK’s backup, but since RK wasn’t showing any interest in him it would seem as if his plan had worked.