"Not a problem, young lady," Mr. Gibson says with a small smirk.
"Um... okay, well, uh... I think we're gonna... go upstairs now," Daniel says, stammering uncomfortably, since he's still stuck inside Jennifer, standing with knees bent behind her so she was able to stand.
"Not a bad idea, son. You probably should have done that up there in the first place though, huh?" He said, with a wink. "Oh, right. Before I forget. The paint's all dry on your doghouse and I got you a new pillow."
"Really?!" Daniel asked with excitement, his tail wagging. He didn't know why, but all of a sudden he had memories of his doghouse, and enjoying sleeping in the backyard when the weather permitted. "But the new one won't smell like me. I liked that."
"It will before too long. You two go on upstairs now, give yourselves a chance to cool off."
The two half-dogs nodded their heads slowly, and started the careful trek up the stairs.
"Okay, we're gonna have to... ahh! Ow! Not so fast, Daniel!" Jennifer barked as he jerked painfully inside her.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. We're just gonna have to... okay, left, okay, good, now right. Okay, left... right..."
***
After carefully moving in unison up the stairs, they finally made it to Daniel's bedroom and collapsed on their sides on the bed. "Damn, when is that thing going to shrink already?"
"Sorry," Daniel whimpered, ashamed and embarrassed. He reached his arms around and hugged her.
"Alright, so let's get this straight now. We're both humanoid dogs."
"Right. And everybody thinks we always were."
"Uh-huh. And apparently, reality's kinda changing to make that true. Like you've always had a doghouse. I can remember that now."
"And I remember when we were puppies and we'd play fetch in your backyard."
"I remember that too! You sucked at playing fetch."
"I did not!"
"Oh, you so did. Your dad would throw the ball and you'd go after it and keep it. You sucked so much."
"Well, he threw it to me. I saw no reason why I shouldn't have kept it."
"The point of the game was to bring it back so he'd throw it again, dummy! God, I miss playing fetch."
"Even though in reality, neither of us really played fetch, right?"
"But we did. Everything else has changed to make it so. We've always been dogs, remember?"
"This is too weird."
"Might as well just accept it, ya know. Oh, oh!" Jennifer yipped excitedly as she finally managed to slip off of Daniel. "Oh, thank God! I thought we were gonna be stuck like that for hours!"
Daniel sat up, watching everything go back to normal. "I dunno, it wasn't that bad."
"Yeah, while we were humping, it was awesome. But after it was all done, you wouldn't stop jerking around. That hurt, you know."
"Sorry. I was... excited. I love you, Jenn."
"I love you too, Dan. You think the vet was right about us? That we can't have kids? I mean puppies?"
"I... I don't know. I hope not. I'd like to have a family of our own someday."
"Me too," Jennifer sighs wistfully, staring out the window into the backyard. "Damn, you got a nice doghouse. Your dad did a bangup job."
"Yeah?" Daniel yipped excitedly again, and hopped over to the window, his tail wagging. "Oh, man, he did! I can't wait to try it out!"
"Mine could use a new coat of paint..." Jennifer said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"I'd paint it for you!"
"I know you would, but... I tried to paint it once, the smell of the paint was way too strong. It hurt my nose."
"Oh, yeah... I guess it would, huh? Well, you can stay with me in mine for tonight. You know, if you want. You are my bitch, after all."
"I am not - your - oh. Well. I guess I am, huh?"
"You are."