Jen lifted up her paw and sniffed at it. At first she felt no paw brushing against her nose, but the feeling slowly sank into her. She could 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 fur against her nose, she could 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 the cold metal table through the pads of her paw. Helen missed the surprised reaction of her charge, instead moving on to the other glove.
First the straps came off, then the glove and once again golden fur came out. Jen's tail only kept wagging out of habit, her mind was blank. She tried to stretch her fingers, but there was nothing to stretch. All that remained were digits with dark black claws. Jen's heart began to race as she used all of her energy to try and uncurl a hand that was missing.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, Jen thought, even as her clinking claws suggested otherwise. 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦-𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦-𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘒 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦! 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵-𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘸? 𝘕𝘰...𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘴. Helen now noticed the confused look on Jen's face.
"Something wrong girl?" Helen asked. She stroked Jen's head, making the dog-girl shudder. "Everything's fine Jenny, you probably feel good without those gloves, don't you?" Jen hated being called Jenny and really hated how good being stroked felt. But it felt soooooo good.
𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦? Jen tried to sniff out the answer, but nothing happened. Her tail wagged faster. Helen clipped the leash to Jen's collar. You had to leash a dog after all.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭...𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴! Jen jumped off from the table, landing on all fours. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨. Jen kept repeating that over and over in her head, while her nose stayed close to the ground. All the good scents were on the ground. Helen was saying something, but it wasn't about food or a walk so Jen ignored it.
Jen was let back into her kennel, Rex having been returned as well. The two ran over to each other. Rex sniffed Jen's ungloved paws while Jen sniffed his butt and penis. She rubbed her body against his, her tail wagging...wagging...
𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵...𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘨 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭...Jen looked at her backside. She could see her tail moving as fast as Rex's own, faster than Jen had ever been capable of. Not only that, Jen could...feel the muscles. She could feel the fur. Jen turned, eyes on her tail, nose trembling as she tried to sniff it. She spun a few times, before landing on her side.
Rex lay beside her, panting with excitement. As he put his head down to sleep, Jen's head lay against his stomach. 𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭. Jen yawned and closed her eyes. One last thought came to her as she drifted off.
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨.