Barkley x Eugene
       
       New Wirral is a land of discovery, and a land of confusion. Among the many confusing beasts that roamed the island though, none was quite as perplexing as a single, surprisingly intelligent pomeranian. At least, none were as confusing for Eugene. “So, you’re not some super intelligent, talking, future dog, right?”
       
       Barkley, true to his name, just barked back. Eugene was leaning in close, trying to gain some indication of greater intelligence in the dog’s eyes. But there wasn’t anything unusual there. He’d seen plenty of smart dogs before. This one was normal. 
       
       “Huh. Guess not…” Eugene reached up and gave the dog a vigorous pet on the head, earning a few more yips of appreciation. “Still there’s something special about you for sure, isn’t there, boy?” He smiled his most winning smile at the dog while he continued to pet him. “Bet you’d make a killer sidekick, huh? Wouldn’t you, boy?”
       
       There was another big bark in the affirmative. That made Eugene’s smile brighten up even more. Come to think of it, Cass had gone out with Kayleigh already. It didn’t seem like either of them would be needed. Why not have a little adventure of their own? Another yip from the dog almost seemed to encourage him.
       
       “You read my mind, little guy!” Eugene hopped up casually, smiling down at the little beast now. “Come on, who says we need to wait around here to help with the cleanup.” He nodded to himself and strolled out of the café confidently, certain that Barkley was on his heels. 
       
       Everyone left behind, Barkley included looked after him in confusion. But, eventually the dog did follow, when he heard the sound of Eugene rifling through a baggy of treats. With that, the two were on the road, Barkley jumping after the young man as he tossed out a bite of beef jerky. 
       
       They didn’t make it much farther than the beach before Eugene started rambling. “So, if you’re going to be a proper sidekick, we gotta make sure you look the part!” He tossed out another bit of jerky and spun around to watch Barkley catch it. Admittedly, he looked just like a hero’s loyal hound already, cheerful and excited, barking with a fire in his belly. But, that wouldn’t really do much for fighting the monsters. “Let me see your tapes.” 
       
       Eugene crouched down and reached out for Barkley’s player, and Barkley passed it along without pause. Though, funnily enough, the way he did so gave Eugene a moment’s pause. He reached back and grasped the cassette player in his mouth, gently and skillfully like a favorite toy, but with all the skill needed to press the buttons just right and pop out his Spitzfyre tape without missing a beat. Once again, Eugene’s mind wandered to wondering about just how smart this pup was. 
       
       “Uh, yeah, that’s not bad.” He nodded as he grabbed the tape player and examined it closely, not looking for anything in particular. I was just a normal player after all. “Seriously, how do you manage this? You can’t be a normal dog.” 
       
       Barkley just barked in affirmation again. His tail was wagging wildly and it was clear he was smiling now. Either that or Eugene was losing his mind. 
       
       Of course, if he was losing his mind, then there’d be no harming in giving it a try. “You know, I’ve got a thought, actually.” He wagged the tape player at the dog and pointed a finger at his head, proud to display his idea as though he hadn’t come up with it just moments ago. “What do you say we put it to the test, huh, boy?”
       
       The dog just stared back at him, now confused. He even tilted his head and offered a little “Grouf?” of uncertainty. Eugene was actually paying attention now, so as far as he was concerned, that clinched it. This dog was way too smart to be just some dog from another dimension. 
       
       Excited about his new discovery, he popped a blank tape into the player and clicked record in a single motion. “Go on, boy! Speak!” He smiled at the dog and nodded excitedly, waving his hands to encourage the boy. 
       
       Barkley seemed to understand quickly enough. His ears perked up the moment he saw Eugene click the record button. After Eugene gave him the command, he let out a cheerful, almost ecstatic howl. He even made a show of it, sitting down and raising a paw, his excitement at being recorded showing in his tail thumping against the dirt. 
       
       The scene sent a familiar shiver down Eugene’s spine. By the time the dog’s show was over, he was sure he’d captured his essence on tape. He stopped recording with a dazzling flourish and nodded. “Ha! I knew it!” He stared excitedly at the new tape, sure of his discovery, and Barkley stared at it too, excited to have been of help somehow. “Alright, just one more test.”
       
       Eugene smiled, shut his eyes, and pressed play. 
       
       There was the briefest moment of silence as the music of Barkley’s howls spun up, and then it kicked in, that same familiar tingle he felt whenever a tape worked it’s magic on him. His body buzzed and tingled like static until his heart and gut caught up with that song. Then, in an instant he was eye to eye with the now clearly very excited Pomeranian. 
       
       Before the dog could get too excited though, Eugene took priority. “Aha! I knew it! You’re one of these monsters, huh?!” Excited, he stood up on his hind legs and pumped his fist dramatically. The feeling of being right was intoxicating, a bit dizzying even. That, combined with his now quadruped anatomy, sent the young man topping onto his back the moment he realized he probably shouldn’t be standing on two legs. “Uh! Whoops.”
       
       Eugene landed on his back with an awkward, puffy, whump. It didn’t hurt at all, given how small he was, but it did suddenly make him aware of how fluffy he’d gotten. Turning into a Pombomb had felt more powerful than fluffy. Right now, he just felt soft and cuddly. In spite of himself, that made him laugh, and it made his new tail wag. 
       
       Then he froze up the moment someone started talking. “Oh! Wow! That was so cool, Eugene!” The new dog’s ears shot up straight and with a nimble dexterity he was very proud of, he sprang to a stand to look around for what he was sure was a charging opponent. To his surprise, no one came walking near though, even when the voice chipperly rang out again. “You look so cool!” 
       
       When he realized a moment later where the voice was coming from, his tail started to wag. Someone did approach him. Barkley had cuddled right up to him the moment he finished barking, and he gave Eugene a playful prod and sniff on the neck once he got close. “Uh! H-hold up.” He laughed and pulled away to look the other dog in the eye. “Wait, so you can talk?”
       
       “What? Don’t be silly!” Barkley barked and smiled at Eugene. It took the young man a second to realize that nothing had changed about that bark, except his understanding of it. That was very different. Granted, most monsters weren’t really interested in conversation, but turning into one hadn’t ever meant he could understand their calls any better. Before he could process that discovery though, Barkley was excited nuzzling him again, this time tickling his face. “Oh boy! You look so cool! I haven’t seen another dog in forever.”
       
       Eugene chuffed and backed away, thrown a bit by the affection. He was also thrown by Barkley’s for lack of a better word, words. “Y-yeah, I look just like you right?” Curious now, his head darted around. Sure enough, he did not look like Barkley. He was a Pomeranian, but his fur wasn’t quite as fluffy, and it was a way different color. Across his back was the pink of his jacket, bleeding into the natural black color of his hair leading up to the tail, all of it contrasting with the bleached white of his head, paws, and belly. “Hey! This is different.” Confused, he followed close to his tail to try and get a better look, spinning in a playful circle while Barkley watched on and smiled. 
       
       “I’m so excited!” Barkley yipped and got close as he could to the spinning Eugene. “I haven’t smelled another dog in forever!” He was practically hopping and all but shouting as he cuddled up to the other Pomeranian. Eugene noticed his nose brushing over him affectionately, but dismissed it mostly as a curiosity. At least he did until the dog managed to maneuver himself into the place he was aiming for. 
       
       Then, Eugene froze. “Oh! R-right!” Barkley pressed his nose right up against Eugene’s new tail with an eagerness that really threw the young man off guard. That nose wandered everywhere, from his tail to the most private parts of himself that he’d only just now realized would be obviously exposed. “Uh! Okay, g-go right ahead boy.” He shook, suddenly distinctly uncomfortable, but unsure how to react. Barkley was just a dog after all, sniffing butts was saying hello. “Just don’t get too, e-excited!”
       
       Barkley was way ahead of Eugene’s request. Excited as he was to finally smell another real dog, his nose didn’t just stick to exploratory sniffs. It pressed firm against both Eugene’s hole and his balls with an excited force that actually made the new Pomeranian take a few uneasy steps forward just to keep his balance. “Ah! You smell so good!” It was soon clear that the other Pomeranian was drooling, because Eugene could feel his tongue also splashing against him. 
       
       Much as Eugene didn’t want to admit it, Barkley smelled good too. It wasn’t unusual for his senses to be new when he changed, but this was still way weirder than even the usual transformation. His nose flicked alongside his ears, suddenly noticing a distinct, masculine smell in the air wafting up from the other Pomeranian. At the same time, the howl or the tape kept playing faintly in the background of his senses. That sounded really masculine too. 
       
       “H-hold up, boy! I think you’ve got a good enough smell, right?” Much as he complained, his tail was started to wag, and he was having trouble getting a sense of space. He pawed around aimlessly, trying to feel for the cassette player and put a stop to this. “L-let me switch back.”
       
       “Eugene, can I?” Barkley barked something in an even more eager tone than Eugene had ever heard from him. Eager as the dog was, he didn’t really give Eugene a chance to respond, especially since the young man had a lot of questions about what exactly he meant. Before he could get even one of them out, Barkley was already crawling on top of him. 
       
       “W-what the?!” Eugene groaned, suddenly feeling weak in his fluffiness. Barkley’s weight was surprisingly hard to bear, but in spite of the context, Eugene boar it proudly, standing tall against the strain. His tail even started to wag more aggressively, feeling delightfully ticklish as it rubbed up against Barkley’s fluffy belly. “Barkley!” He growled, suddenly overwhelmingly uncertain about his brilliant idea from a few minutes ago. 
       
       Barkley’s response was a happy whimper, the same sound he made when he got a really special treat. “Eugene! It’s been so long!” He kept whimpering as he held tight to the other dog, and that whimpering only got louder as he started humping. 
       
       Eugene felt the pomeranian’s crotch ram into him, and his paw started searching more desperately for the tape player. Other than that though, he surprisingly did nothing. His head started to spin as the sounds of the whimpering dog above him mixed with his masculine howling from earlier. He even started to whimper himself. “D-do I want this?” His wagging tail and a growing heat in his own groin were telling him yes. And they started to tell him even more loudly as he felt the tip of the dog’s dick aimlessly prodding against his ass. 
       
       It had been a long time for him too in all honestly, ever since he’d come to New Wirral in fact, and he’d never been one to be shy about experimenting. This was a bridge too far for him in his old life sure, but right now, as he listened to the howling, he was a dog. He had dog instincts. They were telling him to lean down and wiggle his ass to help Barkley aim. They weren’t wholly new to him. This wasn’t his very first rodeo after all. 
       
       “M-maybe…” He whimpered even more as Barkley got closer, and maybe harder. He didn’t know much about dogs, but it certainly felt like he was getting bigger with each new thrust. “I-it’s just a d-dog thing…” He growled and glanced around, strangely nervous about being caught so close to town. He was just a dog with Barkley in the bushes. It wouldn’t be that weird a sight, right?
       
       “Mmm…. Eugene…” Then Barkley finally struck home, and his whimpering turned to full on growling. Eugene’s faded entirely, and with it all meaning. Soon it was replaced with a series of primal yipes. “Ah! Good boy…”
       
       Striking home didn’t suddenly make Barkley more graceful, and Eugene was struck abruptly by the novelty of the experience. He’d done it from behind before, but it had been so long, and Barkley was so reckless. It burned. 
       
       But in spite of that, he didn’t stop it. In fact, his paw stopped scrounging for the cassette player. His mind seemed to fade entirely into the masculine howling, and all he heard from that point were the barks. Reflexively, he adapted like a dog should, dropping his chest and lifting himself back into Barkley’s fierce pounding. He couldn’t tell if he was yipping for the other dog to slow down or give him more. 
       
       One big novelty stood out to him though, his own cock was raging as Barkley thrust, but it felt trapped, straining against his belly but without the ability to get free. His hips shook reflexively in an effort to get it loosened, but all that did was press him harder against the dog above him. Then, he was struck by the fact that his earlier instinct had been one hundred percent accurate. Barkley was getting bigger. In fact, as he thrust now, he felt absolutely massive. 
       
       Eugene howled alongside the masculine howl in his ears as the other dog’s cock started to press violently against him, threatening to stretch him past a breaking point. 
       
       Then, Barkley joined in the howl and pressed forward even harder, again and again. Each thrust pushed Eugene closer and closer to that breaking point, stretching him more than he felt he’d ever been stretched, and all the while he felt Barkley’s cock pulsing hard deep inside him. He own cock strained against its cage, pulsing just as strongly, and his tongue fell from his mouth. 
       
       Just as he was struck by the overwhelming impossibility of a paw-free orgasm, he was broken by the second impossibility of actually fitting around Barkley’s massive cock. It slid in effortlessly just as he stopped howling and got back to whimpering and cumming over the grass beneath him. Then, curiously, his ass tightened hard around it. 
       
       While he came, small bits of humanity crept back to Eugene, and he realized he had just been speared on a massive plug. It was an embarrassingly familiar feeling, though much more overwhelming than it was supposed to be. Foreplay like that had never made him cum all over the floor after all, and it certainly hadn’t left him leaking and whimpering like a woman. “B-Barkley!”
       
       Worse, the dog didn’t stop there, he tugged at the plug, not letting it free but forcing Eugene to claw at the ground while he pulled. “Mmm… good boy…” Barkley growled as he tugged, pulling off of Eugene, but somehow leaving him sprawled out as if he was still on top of him. “Good boy, Eugene!”
       
       Eugene was still dizzy, listening to the tape and Barkley’s barking was leaving him reeling. But he felt the other dog cumming, more strongly than any lover before. It was making his ass twitch and groan, and, embarrassingly, it was making his tail wag like crazy. He noticed that when it brushed against Barkley’s. Unsurprisingly, the eager pomeranian’s tail was wagging like crazy too. 
       
       And there, they stayed. Eugene was quaking for longer than he could make sense of, seemingly spurred on to greater orgasm with each time Barkley tried to pull out. He lost all sense of how long it lasted, but it was clear that it lasted way longer than it should have. The howling tape was no help, keeping no sense of beat before resetting by whatever strange magic kept it playing and kept him as the pomeranian’s mate. Oddly, he didn’t care, reveling in the feeling and drooling over the grass even when Barkley finally mustered enough strength to pull out. 
       
       He did growl when that happened. “Grr… h-holy crap, Barkley.” He shivered, suddenly pained until the other dog turned back to lick him, a gentle aftercare. “Th-this is so messed up…” He complained, but it took a few minutes of that tenderness before he could bother to stagger his way up to a stand and do anything about it
       
       The two shared a very, very awkward moment after that. At least, it was awkward for Eugene. Once he had pulled away from Barkley’s licking, the pomeranian just sat down, tongue hanging out, and smiled at him as if nothing unusual had happened. With a small, casual bark, he said, “Thanks, Eugene,” and that was it.
       
       “N-No problem, bud.” Eugene stumbled to a seat himself, barely keeping himself balanced. Then, ears twitching, he tracked down the fallen cassette player. Rather obviously, it was at the end of the headphone wire, barely obscured in the grass next to him. He managed his own bark of thanks. “Just… don’t mention it okay?”
       
       He almost laughed at that thought. Thankfully, he was pretty sure that Barkley couldn’t mention anything. Still, the dog barked an affirmative. Eugene found that oddly comforting, and his tail started to wag softly against the dirt.
       
       “Well, much as this has been an experience, time to put a stop to… that…” He grinned nervously at his tail and nodded. Then, he reached down to grab the cassette player in his jaws, just like the dog had shown him. 
       
       He was, unfortunately, a bit clumsier than Barkley was though. With a crack, the tape suddenly stopped, and the player cracked, a little at first, and then clean in half. 
       
       That left both dogs shocked for a moment. Then, left one particularly stunned. “W-wait! What?!” Eugene barked nervously for a moment, then desperately. “What?!” The tape had stopped, but nothing had changed. The howling was gone, but next to the broken player, Eugene’s paws remained. “What?!”
       
       Barkley was ready to comfort him right away, darting up to his mate and nuzzling his neck eagerly with a playful, comforting yip. “Don’t worry, Eugene! Kayleigh always carries extras!” He yipped and licked at the young dog’s ears, and nuzzled up to a cozy seat beside him. None of it really did much to assuage Eugene’s worries. 
       
       It did feel nice though. Maybe it did keep him from absolutely panicking, or maybe that was just because his backside was still aching too much for him to lift it. Either way, he ignored Barkley’s calming ministrations and just stared down at the broken player, sitting in pieces alongside the still suspiciously intact Pomeranian tape. 
       
        Whimpering, he wondered exactly how he would get out of this. 
       
       Barkley had a response for that too. “Don’t worry, Eugene, the hero always finds a way!” He barked cheerfully, continuing his comforting nuzzles. 
       
       Eugene could only nod and continue whimpering in response. “Y-you got that right, boy.” Nervously, he finally nuzzled back. “There’s a good sidekick, right?” That got Barkley’s tail wagging. Eugene could feel it through his whole body. Maybe he was just excited at the name, but Eugene was pretty sure he was mostly happy to see Eugene feeling better. 
       
       So, the hero did what he did best and sparked up his usual, excited energy, in spite of everything, forcing himself to raise up his head confidently in the face of madness. New Wirral was a strange place. Worst case scenario, two very strange beasts would hardly be out of place.