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I did it, I finished Fetish-Tel before I died! Not that I'm sick or anything... moving onward! The main thing that kept on hiatus for a bit was both me feeling like shit and a lack of direction. The original version of this, while not even two pages worth, was already something I was fond of. Just like the Fu-Dog chapter, I rewrote the entire chapter.\n\nSo yeah, Fetish-Tel (Main Series) is done. They'll still be quickies and whatnot as the series is just me practicing writing kink stuff. Overall, I'm content with this. Also this perfectly sets up A Family of her Own so stay tune for that. The first chapter of that should be up sometime in February.\n\nThanks for reading and being patient. As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "At long last, it's over! I did it, I finished Fetish-Tel before I died! Not that I'm sick or anything... moving onward! The main thing that kept on hiatus for a bit was both me feeling like shit and a lack of direction. The original version of this, while not even two pages worth, was already something I was fond of. Just like the Fu-Dog chapter, I rewrote the entire chapter.

So yeah, Fetish-Tel (Main Series) is done. They'll still be quickies and whatnot as the series is just me practicing writing kink stuff. Overall, I'm content with this. Also this perfectly sets up A Family of her Own so stay tune for that. The first chapter of that should be up sometime in February.

Thanks for reading and being patient. As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged. ", "writing": "Waking up to see your penis and testicles in a jar is weird, right? Duke certainly thought so. He certainly would've panicked over it if it wasn't for the impressive breasts he's sporting. Though his mind seemed a bit more focused on that he was strapped to a table with his nose covered. A female Golden Retriever and a male German Shepard watch over him. The German Shepard seems happy and the Golden Retriever seems a bit disheartened by something.\n\n\t\"Alright, now we're unstrapping you and unplugging your nose. So just stay calm, Duchess,'' the golden retriever carefully said. Duke, eyebrow raised at the name Duchess, slowly nods. What were they so worried about? \n\n\tOnce free the first thing to assault his senses was a male's scent. There was something else too. A burning heat that made him blush. Without warning, he tackles the German Shepard to the ground. \n\nThe German Shepard shudders from Duke's licks at the base of his shaft. He resists, gripping his paws into the steel floor. A bead of sweat forms on his upper brow. For someone who's probably never given head, Duke's licks were amazing.\n\n\tDuke licks his lips at the sight of the fully erect cock staring at him. The golden retriever rolls her eyes. Of course, she'd have to save her mate.\n\n\t``Oh, so you want a kiss Mr. Penis? Don't mind if I do.'' He shoves the penis into his mouth. Or at least, he wanted to. A tuft of air acts as a buffer between Duke and the penis. A layer of air eases between Duke and the German Shepard, lifting Duke upward. He whimpers and whines, begging for another taste.\n\n\tIn the air, he's spun around, face-to-face with the Golden Retriever. Though she was different this time. The canine was completely transparent as if her body was made of air. She stares at him with an indifferent but unamused face. \n\n\t``I asked to stay you calm. This is my first-time using science and magic to genderbend. Right now, your body is very sensitive to male phenomes.'' She explains. Her focus is now set on her mate. ``You okay, Gareth?''\n\n\t``I good Ri'a, I good. Ya won' like t'at.'' Gareth answers. She nods. Granted she was a teenager then, but she was mentally stronger than Duke. Albeit, it wasn't like she didn't succumb to her hormones like Duke had. Then again...\n\n\tOn a bed was Rita, her breast and private area covered in melted peanut butter. She stuck her tongue out to reveal the big, juicy, cherry waiting on her tongue. Slowly, Gareth stepped towards her, panting uncontrollably. Here his fiance was covered in his favorite food, practically living out the fantasy of how he wanted to lose his virginity.\n\n\tRita helps Gareth to his feet, motioning him away. Duke continues to whimper, wishing Mr. Penis would come back to him. Couldn't these fools see they were in love? How didn't these two see true-\n\n\tRita, cupping Duke's face in her paws, presses her lips against his. Their tongues caress each other, swapping roles of dom and sub. Rita reaches out, firmly groping Duke's breasts. She playfully kneading his teats. Slow and steady, he felt his heart rate increase. The strange sensation of having his tits played with was exhilarating. \n\n\tShe twists and pulls on his nipples. Duke pulls away from the kiss, but Rita didn't let him. A strong brush of air holds him in place. The golden retriever pulls her head away, a small trail of saliva connecting them.\n\n\t``That was...'' Duke starts.\n\n\t``Wonderful? I've had better.'' Rita dryly finishes. Gareth returns, except with a syringe and Mr. Penis. Duke's tail wags furiously at the sight of his one true love. He could even hear him begging for kisses. \n\n\t``Enough!'' Rita slaps Duke. His eyes water, whimpering at the sudden smack. \n\n\t``Was t'at necessary?'' Gareth asks. Holding her paws up, she ponders whether to choke him.\n\n\t``She's in heat. Gareth, you're going to inject her with something to quash that.'' Rita orders. Gareth gulps but nevertheless complies. The injection's swift and painless aside from a small grunt. Neither Gareth nor Rita were surprised when it took effect immediately, putting Duke to sleep. \n\n\tRita air carries him to the table, strapping him in. Now all they had to do was wait. Wait to see what choice Duke would make.\n\nxxx\n\n\tDuke awake in his small bed next to the farmer's bed. Though a bit disappointed that he'd lose his impressive breasts, he smiles. All that stuff with the hippo and those strange dogs was all just a crazy dream. Then again, Rita - the cat not the dog - thought that too. \n\nA feminine shadow yawns, sitting upward and scratches her back. Due to a lack of noticeable traits, he couldn't tell what she was. The only noticeable features were her feminine shaped form.\n\n\tShe lowers an arm, fondling his testicles. \n\n``Who are you?''\n\n``You. Your ideal self I should say.''\n\n``Wh-what?''\n\n``Cut the crap! You're a bitch! You love dressing in drag and if you could suck a dick now, you would!'' The shadow declares angerly. Duke only blinks. This crazy bitch couldn't have serious. He didn't love any of that. Vibrate memories of him assaulting Gareth to give a blowjob plays over and over in his head. Even the taste of Gareth's dick was still on the tip of his tongue.\n\nThe door behind them opens, another Duke joins them. Except this was one clearly feminine in design. Her outfit was also certainly familiar. A white southern dress with a pink belt at her waist. She flaunts her southern curls to them as she sets her umbrella down.\n\n``Howdy, my name is Lily Von Duke. It's a mighty fine pleasure to meet you, Duchess.'' Lily greets. Duke flabbergasted, turns back to the feminine shadow.\n\n``What's going on?''\n\n``You certainly had fun being Lily, didn't ya Duchess?'' His shadow asks. Duke shakes his head, not that either cared. Lily took a seat next to him; the shadow continuing to fondle with his balls. Unaware to Duke, his cock and balls were shrinking.\n\n``Well darling, I certainly did. Our audience may have been a bit...harsh but it felt good to look pretty.'' Lily said. She plucks a compact mirror out her bosom, staring fondly into her reflection. Lily's a pretty dog. Duke Duchess is too. He's the prettiest bitch of them all She just doesn't know it yet.\n\n``I don't...I''\n\n``You're right, we don't look pretty! We're gorgeous!'' Lily shows Duchess her reflection in the mirror. Duchess didn't have southern curls like Lily, instead, her blonde hair is wrapped in a ponytail. Her face reminded her of her sister, Stamps. \n\n``I couldn't agree more.'' The female shadow laughs. She withdraws from Duchess's crouch. She stares at her crouch, mouth agate. Her dick had vanished, replaced with a fresh vagina. She jolts upwards, backing away from the shadow and Lily.\n\n``NO...NO...NO...WHAT DID YOU DO?!'' Duchess cries, covering her crotch.\n\n``What's wrong?'' Lily asks, confused. \n\n``What did you do to my dick?'' Duchess shouts.\n\n``Your...what? Duchess, you've always had a pussy. Right, Lily?'' The feminine shadow asks. Lily nods, chuckling over her other self's confusion. Duchess blinks a few times, shaking her head. She wasn't a she and she certainly had a penis! \n\nYet, nothing in her memories contradicted this. Duke of the barnyard didn't exist. Only memories Duchess would have. Memories of helping Bessy and Abby teach the boys a lesson by putting glue in their female clothes. Duke's rivalry with Baxter turned into her and him having a love/hate relationship. Eventually resulting...\n\nA wedding ring planted firmly on her ring digit stares back at her. Memories of that day come back to her. Of course, she succeeds in exposing him for trying to marry her for money. The bastard had a silver tongue though, convincing her and everyone else he'd changed and only wanted what was best for their relationship. \n\n``No that-that didn't,'' Duchess tries to correct. Efforts to correct her memory were futile. Whatever was altering her memories were blocking out her old ones. In her attempts to remember events correctly, she kept stepping back towards the window. Lily calls to her, reaching out to save her.\n\n``Duchess!'' \n\nLily was too late. Duchess fell through the window, the shadows embracing her. The feminine shadow stares into the abyss Duchess fell in. Reminiscing on prior experience, she smiles. \n\nXavier and his friends weren't as much fun as this one.\n\n``Just a bit more.''\n\nxxx\n\nDuchess's seemingly endless fall came to an end. A soft, heart-shaped, bed cushions her fall. Looking over to her ring paw-digit, the ring's there and it greets her. Sighing, she felt something off. Her chest was heavier than it had been prior. Her eyes widen at her massive breasts. Although, her concern laid elsewhere.\n\nWedding lingerie trails leading from the bed to the door. It didn't take her long to realize she was naked. Even her bra and panties were among the trail of lingerie. \n\nShaking her head, she filled in the gasps faster than her memory did. This was after her wedding to Baxter. This was the night they spent in a spotty hotel. When her memory caught up, it told her all the deplorable acts they'd commit tonight.\n\nDuchess wanted to bolt out of the room, but her body wouldn't budge. While repulsed by the thought of fucking that bastard, she also felt slight arousal. The little bastard ravaging her, making her his.\n\n``Dirty bitch!''\n\n``Ya like that doncha?'' \n\n``Daddy's special royal slut.''\n\n``Who do you belong too, royal slut?''\n\n``I belong to you, Daddy!'' Duchess shouts. She quickly covers her mouth with a paw. The other paw, however, was moist. Had she just been...\n\n``Yup, you masturbated to the idea of being fucked by a short stack. Good thing he's legal or you might have a shota fetish.'' The feminine shadow taunts. She had materialized from underneath the bed. The shadow hugs Duchess, firmly squeezing a boob. Duchess squirms, trying to escape. That was futile too, the shadow wasn't letting her go anytime soon.\n\n``More you fight it, the worse it gets. So just admit you like it and we don't move any further.''\n\n``Why would anyone like-''\n\n``Pregnancy it is then!'' The shadow holds up a paw(?)...hand(?), tendril...whatever she had. Duchess latches onto the shadow, shaking her head.\n\n``Okay, you win! I admit! I like dressing in drag and looking like a girl! I said it! Happy now?!'' Duchess throws her face into her paws, crying. The shadow holds her tightly, rocking back and forth. Secretly, it was hoping to move onto the next stage of his repressed feelings, but this was good too. Duke had no genuine future beyond being a forgettable sheepdog. Duchess would certainly lead a more interesting life.\n\nThe shadow of her ideal becomes a blanket around her. The two proceed to fade from the room. At some point, Duchess smiles. It felt good to not be her old self anymore.\n\nxxx\n\n\tDuchess awakes to Rita and Gareth watching over her. The couple doesn't utter a word. They only hug her when she burst into tears. Soon they t just hold her paws, smiling at each other. Duchess still sniffles but, is otherwise fine.\n\n``Was that it? Just genderbending me?'' Duchess asks. Gareth and Rita share a knowing smile. Both shake their head, Rita snapping two digits. A pair of mechanical arms latch onto Duchess's sides from the ceiling. She's whooshed into the ceiling with a yelp. While she was away, Rita takes off her lab coat. Pulling Gareth into a kiss, then pushes him onto the operating table. \n\nTheir new pooch deserved a show when she got back.\n\nxxx\n\nIn a near completely dark room, a cold, unforgiving, conveyor belt awaits her. Duchess is casually thrown onto the contraption. Blinkers are fastened around her head, focusing her to only look forward. Her arms are restrained by another set of mechanical arms. There was an initial struggle, yet she calms down when she felt something wet splash against her claws.\n\nShe was getting a makeover, she realized. Gareth and Rita wouldn't let her get hurt, so why bother fighting? She relaxes and lets herself enjoy this. \n\nHer hair is scooped up with a cone-shaped hairstyler. Followed by a pearl necklace dangling in her face. As it's tied around her neck, she feels something worming its way up to her lower body. \n\nThough she couldn't see it, she knew what it was. A girdle hugged her stomach, not only flattening her stomach; also distributing her stomach fat to her breasts and rear. While grateful for a larger bust size, she pouts. Was whoever's operating this machine calling her fat?\n\nA `ding' sound is heard, the hairstyler retracting upward. A tub of cherry lipstick, as well as a mirror, make their way in front of Duchess. As lipstick is applied to her puckered lips, she surveys her new hairstyle. Any excitement she might've had dipped considerably. Her hair had been stylized into a beehive. \n\nKinda insulting, Duchess thought. She was expecting something much younger. Between the hair and necklace, she felt like someone's aunt. With that thought in the air, a dress descends before her. The dress itself was purple with white polka dots. Accompanying it was a small white apron. Reminiscent of something a 50s housewife would wear.\n\nWhile the machine dresses, she pouts again. Not only had they gender-bent her, but they were also going stepfordized her too? She was expecting something a bit different. Not that the machine cared. She's forced into the dress, grunting when the apron's tied too tightly around her waist.\n\nDuchess was a bit disappointed by a lack of footwear, but her perk up at the sound of moans. At the end of the conveyor belt, she sees a light from the next room. In the next room, Rita's on the operating panting with Gareth's face buried in her crotch. \n\nRita, looking at Duchess upside down, pats her spouse's head. Duchess averts her eyes, blushing. \n\n``Alright that's enough, how about giving your concubine some love.'' Rita requests. Duchess turns her head back the canines, tail, and ears shot straight up. \n\n``C-C-C-Con-Concubine?!'' Duchess blurts out. Rita nods. Gareth too once he removes his face from Rita's crotch. Surveying the canine, he licks his chops. He wanders to her, spreading her legs. \n\nNaturally, she's flustered. Lifting her dress, he eases his muzzle right where her new pussy was. The moment his tongue slithers inside her, she felt that heat returning. She needed this, badly! Abruptly, she pushes Gareth's head until his muzzle was a quarter deep in her.\n\nNot that Rita would allow that. Turning her body transparent for a second time, a puff of air bats Duchess's paws away. Another gust, this time directed at Gareth, pulls him away. Duchess whines as her Gareth is pulled back to his wife's side.\n\n``Sadly, we don't have the time for that at the moment.'' Rita reminds. She wouldn't admit it yet, but it was fun cucking Duchess. Gareth rubs the back of his head, sighing. Of course, there was that other matter to attend with.\n\n``Yup. Kinda getting a'ead of ourselves `ere,'' Gareth laughs. Duchess, arms crossed, and nose held high, turns her head. It was bad enough that the retriever kept Mr. Penis away from her. But this was too much! She wouldn't stand to associate with someone like Rita. Not in a million years!\n\nSomething Rita was also aware of.\n\n``After this, you'll get a surprise. Trust me, you'll enjoy it.''\n\n``Will you stop cucking me if I come along?''\n\n``Sure, why not. You don't have a choice in the matter either way.'' Rita holds a paw up, prepared to snap her digits. Gareth grabs her arm, sternly staring at her. He knew what would follow and it would be excessive. Watching their new friend on the floor, writhing in pain was something her sister would do. Rita was better than that.\n\nShe glares at him with those harden eyes of hers. All the struggles and pain she endured when she came into their lives. Before she was Rita, back when she was Xavier. She `hmps', snatching her arm from Gareth. \n\n\t``We're gonna mee t'e `ippo.'' Gareth explains. No more need to be said. Duchess follows them into a long hallway. On their way to Margaret's office, she surveys what's happened to the others.\n\n\tRita - the cat - is sleeping in a crib. The door to her room was opening, Plush-Runt exiting with a plush Brian in its paws. The mere sight of him made her heart race. Would she have been turned into a plushie if Rita snapped her digits earlier? She'd have to refrain from pissing her off in the future.\n\n\tA dalmatian, Deborah, wonders pass them. Though not without grabbing Rita's arm. Dragging her away, she only says, ``I need to ask her for a favor. Carry on.''\n\nNeither Gareth nor Duchess protest, Rita only shrugs. This wouldn't take but a few moments of her time anyway. They soon reach Margaret's office. Entering, Margaret didn't seem surprised to see them. In fact, she had several chairs ready with a single document on her desk.\n\n``It's a pleasure to meet you, Duchess.'' Margaret smiles, gesturing for them to take a seat. Duchess makes no response, opting to instead stare at the document. `New Life for Thee' is written some weird, creative, font at the top.\n\n``What's all this about?'' she asks. Margaret and Gareth glance at each other, waiting for one of them to explain it. When neither did, Rita kicks the door open. No sense of tack or taste, the canine bluntly tell her the reason for her and the others? abduction.\n\nGareth, Rita, and another fur wanted to start a family. Due to the circumstances of Rita's sex change, she couldn't get pregnant...not that she planned to anyway. The other fur felt similar about the situation. So, substitutes needed to be made. \n\nRita - the cat - was chosen out of spite for the Golden Retriever?s sister. Fu-Dog was chosen so she could always a magical body ready for any experiment she had in mind. Objectively, there was no reason for Brian to be chosen. Well other than Margaret deciding it to be so.\n\n\tWhich means Duchess's role was, ``You want me to play nanny?''\n\n``A maid outfit would've been better but,'' Rita surveys Duchess from head to toe, ``Gareth wanted a stepford Aunt so...yeah. Now sign it and we'll be on our way.''\n\n``Wait...you did this to all of us because you wanted to make a family?! You kidnapped us and made us your playthings for that?!'' Duchess shot out of her seat. Marching to Rita, she jabs a digit in her face. The humiliation and shame the others have suffered couldn't go unacknowledged. Or go without any kind of consequence.\n\nBut who cares about that stuff?\n\n``Yup. Was hoping to at least let you remain intact but, nope. Don't care anymore.'' Rita said carelessly. After snapping a digit, it was over. \n\nIf she hadn't, Duchess might've admitted that she was okay with this. That she might've preferred Rita - the cat, not the dog - and Fu-Dog at least be given the same chance to give consent. Hell, she might've even been able to offer suggestions on new additions to the family. However, all that and every ability to think independently was gone.\n\nRita, Fuella, and Duchess were now a part of Rita (the dog) and Gareth's twisted family. Something she was fully aware of after it all went dark.\n\nA Few Weeks Later\n\n\tRita - now renamed Rakita - is happily playing in the living room. Rakita's pouring imaginary tea into the cup of her Brian Griffin plushie. Plush-Runt, a gift from Margaret, is there too, in a cute yellow sundress and sun hat. He lifts the cup, pretending to take a sip. But Brian and Plush-Runt weren't her only guests.\n\n\tA large, fat, purple cat also takes a sip of imaginary tea.\n\n\t``Oh Rakita, this tea is positively wonderful!'' The cat remarks. Rakita blushes, curtsying at the kind words.\n\n\t``Thank you, Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms. I worked very hard on it,'' Rakita said. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms waves a paw, shaking her head.\n\n\t``I can certainly tell, but please call me Fluffy Bottoms,'' she requests. When she leaves, she'll have to shorten her name. Not that hated her full name, it was just always a mouthful. Fluffy Bottoms was much cuter name anyway.\n\n\tSitting in a nearby chair, Deborah, as promised, has Fuella all to herself. Her right nipple buried in Fuella's muzzle. She's always such a hungry pup, Deborah thought. Not that she minds. Breastfeeding someone as small as Fuella was preferable than her giant kitten.\n\n\tRegardless, her tail wags furiously. As much as she loved padding felines, there was a strange satisfaction in babying her fellow canine. In the future, she'd have to pay a certain London house a visit. Oh, the fun she'll have on that trip. An audible `POP!' sound hits her ears and she returns her focus to Fuella.\n\n\t``Aunt Debby, can we play the game again?'' Fuella asks. Playfully and dramatically, Deborah muses over the request. ums and hmps escape her muzzle, Fuella's heart nearly skips a beat when her favorite aunt frowns. \n\nWas he gonna be denied the game again? Mommy and Daddy wouldn't let him play. Meanwhile, so much as even mentioning it to Duchess got her in trouble. Last time, her time in chastity got extended to another month for so much as considering it. But nobody messes with Aunt Deborah; she does whatever she wants!\n\n``Of course, we can play sweetie! It's my favorite game too.'' Deborah exclaims. She stands as Rita enters. There were oil and grease stains on her clothes and fur, but she seemed happy with her work.\n\n``A game you can play later. Come and tell me if you're good with this,'' she asks. The canines follow her downstairs to her workshop. On a long table are seven bracelets, identical only in design, each sporting a different a color. Three were the same size, the other four weren't. In front of each bracelet is a color-coordinated ball. Except for one, the one meant for Deborah.\n\n``Good enough?'' Rita asks again. Deborah pulls Rita into a hug, showering the retriever with kisses.\n\n``Absolutely! You've done a wonderful job, sweetie!'' The dalmatian hands Fuella over to Rita, then retrieves the one for her. Once on her wrist, it felt a little tight. Not uncomfortable but a minor annoyance. She waves the arm wearing it a bit, pleased even more with Rita's work.\n\nWith a smile, she gives Fuella a gentle boop to the nose.\n\n\t``How would you like to have cousins to play with?'' Deborah asks. Fuella raises an eyebrow, staring at the Dalmatian's stomach.\n\n\t``Cousins? Aunty Deborah are you...'' Fuella asks until both Deborah and Rita laugh. Deborah shakes her head, giving him another boop on the nose.\n\n``Nope. I'm gonna turn six bad furs into cute pups. How's that sound,'' she asks with a clear smile. Fuella wasn't sure what Aunt Debby was planning, but it sounds awesome. That meant more playmates! Clapping as a response made the dalmatian smile wider. Now all she had to do was get the pieces in place.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Waking up to see your penis and testicles in a jar is weird, right? Duke certainly thought so. He certainly would've panicked over it if it wasn't for the impressive breasts he's sporting. Though his mind seemed a bit more focused on that he was strapped to a table with his nose covered. A female Golden Retriever and a male German Shepard watch over him. The German Shepard seems happy and the Golden Retriever seems a bit disheartened by something.

\t"Alright, now we're unstrapping you and unplugging your nose. So just stay calm, Duchess,'' the golden retriever carefully said. Duke, eyebrow raised at the name Duchess, slowly nods. What were they so worried about?

\tOnce free the first thing to assault his senses was a male's scent. There was something else too. A burning heat that made him blush. Without warning, he tackles the German Shepard to the ground.

The German Shepard shudders from Duke's licks at the base of his shaft. He resists, gripping his paws into the steel floor. A bead of sweat forms on his upper brow. For someone who's probably never given head, Duke's licks were amazing.

\tDuke licks his lips at the sight of the fully erect cock staring at him. The golden retriever rolls her eyes. Of course, she'd have to save her mate.

\t``Oh, so you want a kiss Mr. Penis? Don't mind if I do.'' He shoves the penis into his mouth. Or at least, he wanted to. A tuft of air acts as a buffer between Duke and the penis. A layer of air eases between Duke and the German Shepard, lifting Duke upward. He whimpers and whines, begging for another taste.

\tIn the air, he's spun around, face-to-face with the Golden Retriever. Though she was different this time. The canine was completely transparent as if her body was made of air. She stares at him with an indifferent but unamused face.

\t``I asked to stay you calm. This is my first-time using science and magic to genderbend. Right now, your body is very sensitive to male phenomes.'' She explains. Her focus is now set on her mate. ``You okay, Gareth?''

\t``I good Ri'a, I good. Ya won' like t'at.'' Gareth answers. She nods. Granted she was a teenager then, but she was mentally stronger than Duke. Albeit, it wasn't like she didn't succumb to her hormones like Duke had. Then again...

\tOn a bed was Rita, her breast and private area covered in melted peanut butter. She stuck her tongue out to reveal the big, juicy, cherry waiting on her tongue. Slowly, Gareth stepped towards her, panting uncontrollably. Here his fiance was covered in his favorite food, practically living out the fantasy of how he wanted to lose his virginity.

\tRita helps Gareth to his feet, motioning him away. Duke continues to whimper, wishing Mr. Penis would come back to him. Couldn't these fools see they were in love? How didn't these two see true-

\tRita, cupping Duke's face in her paws, presses her lips against his. Their tongues caress each other, swapping roles of dom and sub. Rita reaches out, firmly groping Duke's breasts. She playfully kneading his teats. Slow and steady, he felt his heart rate increase. The strange sensation of having his tits played with was exhilarating.

\tShe twists and pulls on his nipples. Duke pulls away from the kiss, but Rita didn't let him. A strong brush of air holds him in place. The golden retriever pulls her head away, a small trail of saliva connecting them.

\t``That was...'' Duke starts.

\t``Wonderful? I've had better.'' Rita dryly finishes. Gareth returns, except with a syringe and Mr. Penis. Duke's tail wags furiously at the sight of his one true love. He could even hear him begging for kisses.

\t``Enough!'' Rita slaps Duke. His eyes water, whimpering at the sudden smack.

\t``Was t'at necessary?'' Gareth asks. Holding her paws up, she ponders whether to choke him.

\t``She's in heat. Gareth, you're going to inject her with something to quash that.'' Rita orders. Gareth gulps but nevertheless complies. The injection's swift and painless aside from a small grunt. Neither Gareth nor Rita were surprised when it took effect immediately, putting Duke to sleep.

\tRita air carries him to the table, strapping him in. Now all they had to do was wait. Wait to see what choice Duke would make.

xxx

\tDuke awake in his small bed next to the farmer's bed. Though a bit disappointed that he'd lose his impressive breasts, he smiles. All that stuff with the hippo and those strange dogs was all just a crazy dream. Then again, Rita - the cat not the dog - thought that too.

A feminine shadow yawns, sitting upward and scratches her back. Due to a lack of noticeable traits, he couldn't tell what she was. The only noticeable features were her feminine shaped form.

\tShe lowers an arm, fondling his testicles.

``Who are you?''

``You. Your ideal self I should say.''

``Wh-what?''

``Cut the crap! You're a bitch! You love dressing in drag and if you could suck a dick now, you would!'' The shadow declares angerly. Duke only blinks. This crazy bitch couldn't have serious. He didn't love any of that. Vibrate memories of him assaulting Gareth to give a blowjob plays over and over in his head. Even the taste of Gareth's dick was still on the tip of his tongue.

The door behind them opens, another Duke joins them. Except this was one clearly feminine in design. Her outfit was also certainly familiar. A white southern dress with a pink belt at her waist. She flaunts her southern curls to them as she sets her umbrella down.

``Howdy, my name is Lily Von Duke. It's a mighty fine pleasure to meet you, Duchess.'' Lily greets. Duke flabbergasted, turns back to the feminine shadow.

``What's going on?''

``You certainly had fun being Lily, didn't ya Duchess?'' His shadow asks. Duke shakes his head, not that either cared. Lily took a seat next to him; the shadow continuing to fondle with his balls. Unaware to Duke, his cock and balls were shrinking.

``Well darling, I certainly did. Our audience may have been a bit...harsh but it felt good to look pretty.'' Lily said. She plucks a compact mirror out her bosom, staring fondly into her reflection. Lily's a pretty dog. Duke Duchess is too. He's the prettiest bitch of them all She just doesn't know it yet.

``I don't...I''

``You're right, we don't look pretty! We're gorgeous!'' Lily shows Duchess her reflection in the mirror. Duchess didn't have southern curls like Lily, instead, her blonde hair is wrapped in a ponytail. Her face reminded her of her sister, Stamps.

``I couldn't agree more.'' The female shadow laughs. She withdraws from Duchess's crouch. She stares at her crouch, mouth agate. Her dick had vanished, replaced with a fresh vagina. She jolts upwards, backing away from the shadow and Lily.

``NO...NO...NO...WHAT DID YOU DO?!'' Duchess cries, covering her crotch.

``What's wrong?'' Lily asks, confused.

``What did you do to my dick?''  Duchess shouts.

``Your...what? Duchess, you've always had a pussy. Right, Lily?'' The feminine shadow asks. Lily nods, chuckling over her other self's confusion. Duchess blinks a few times, shaking her head. She wasn't a she and she certainly had a penis!

Yet, nothing in her memories contradicted this. Duke of the barnyard didn't exist. Only memories Duchess would have. Memories of helping Bessy and Abby teach the boys a lesson by putting glue in their female clothes. Duke's rivalry with Baxter turned into her and him having a love/hate relationship. Eventually resulting...

A wedding ring planted firmly on her ring digit stares back at her. Memories of that day come back to her. Of course, she succeeds in exposing him for trying to marry her for money. The bastard had a silver tongue though, convincing her and everyone else he'd changed and only wanted what was best for their relationship.

``No that-that didn't,'' Duchess tries to correct. Efforts to correct her memory were futile. Whatever was altering her memories were blocking out her old ones. In her attempts to remember events correctly, she kept stepping back towards the window. Lily calls to her, reaching out to save her.

``Duchess!''

Lily was too late. Duchess fell through the window, the shadows embracing her. The feminine shadow stares into the abyss Duchess fell in. Reminiscing on prior experience, she smiles.

Xavier and his friends weren't as much fun as this one.

``Just a bit more.''

xxx

Duchess's seemingly endless fall came to an end. A soft, heart-shaped, bed cushions her fall. Looking over to her ring paw-digit, the ring's there and it greets her. Sighing, she felt something off. Her chest was heavier than it had been prior. Her eyes widen at her massive breasts. Although, her concern laid elsewhere.

Wedding lingerie trails leading from the bed to the door. It didn't take her long to realize she was naked. Even her bra and panties were among the trail of lingerie.

Shaking her head, she filled in the gasps faster than her memory did. This was after her wedding to Baxter. This was the night they spent in a spotty hotel. When her memory caught up, it told her all the deplorable acts they'd commit tonight.

Duchess wanted to bolt out of the room, but her body wouldn't budge. While repulsed by the thought of fucking that bastard, she also felt slight arousal. The little bastard ravaging her, making her his.

``Dirty bitch!''

``Ya like that doncha?''

``Daddy's special royal slut.''

``Who do you belong too, royal slut?''

``I belong to you, Daddy!'' Duchess shouts. She quickly covers her mouth with a paw. The other paw, however, was moist. Had she just been...

``Yup, you masturbated to the idea of being fucked by a short stack. Good thing he's legal or you might have a shota fetish.'' The feminine shadow taunts. She had materialized from underneath the bed. The shadow hugs Duchess, firmly squeezing a boob. Duchess squirms, trying to escape. That was futile too, the shadow wasn't letting her go anytime soon.

``More you fight it, the worse it gets. So just admit you like it and we don't move any further.''

``Why would anyone like-''

``Pregnancy it is then!'' The shadow holds up a paw(?)...hand(?), tendril...whatever she had. Duchess latches onto the shadow, shaking her head.

``Okay, you win! I admit! I like dressing in drag and looking like a girl! I said it! Happy now?!'' Duchess throws her face into her paws, crying. The shadow holds her tightly, rocking back and forth. Secretly, it was hoping to move onto the next stage of his repressed feelings, but this was good too. Duke had no genuine future beyond being a forgettable sheepdog. Duchess would certainly lead a more interesting life.

The shadow of her ideal becomes a blanket around her. The two proceed to fade from the room.  At some point, Duchess smiles. It felt good to not be her old self anymore.

xxx

\tDuchess awakes to Rita and Gareth watching over her. The couple doesn't utter a word. They only hug her when she burst into tears. Soon they t just hold her paws, smiling at each other. Duchess still sniffles but, is otherwise fine.

``Was that it? Just genderbending me?'' Duchess asks. Gareth and Rita share a knowing smile. Both shake their head, Rita snapping two digits. A pair of mechanical arms latch onto Duchess's sides from the ceiling. She's whooshed into the ceiling with a yelp. While she was away, Rita takes off her lab coat. Pulling Gareth into a kiss, then pushes him onto the operating table.

Their new pooch deserved a show when she got back.

xxx

In a near completely dark room, a cold, unforgiving, conveyor belt awaits her. Duchess is casually thrown onto the contraption. Blinkers are fastened around her head, focusing her to only look forward. Her arms are restrained by another set of mechanical arms. There was an initial struggle, yet she calms down when she felt something wet splash against her claws.

She was getting a makeover, she realized. Gareth and Rita wouldn't let her get hurt, so why bother fighting? She relaxes and lets herself enjoy this.

Her hair is scooped up with a cone-shaped hairstyler. Followed by a pearl necklace dangling in her face. As it's tied around her neck, she feels something worming its way up to her lower body.

Though she couldn't see it, she knew what it was. A girdle hugged her stomach, not only flattening her stomach; also distributing her stomach fat to her breasts and rear. While grateful for a larger bust size, she pouts. Was whoever's operating this machine calling her fat?

A `ding' sound is heard, the hairstyler retracting upward. A tub of cherry lipstick, as well as a mirror, make their way in front of Duchess. As lipstick is applied to her puckered lips, she surveys her new hairstyle. Any excitement she might've had dipped considerably. Her hair had been stylized into a beehive.

Kinda insulting, Duchess thought. She was expecting something much younger. Between the hair and necklace, she felt like someone's aunt. With that thought in the air, a dress descends before her. The dress itself was purple with white polka dots. Accompanying it was a small white apron. Reminiscent of something a 50s housewife would wear.

While the machine dresses, she pouts again. Not only had they gender-bent her, but they were also going stepfordized her too? She was expecting something a bit different. Not that the machine cared. She's forced into the dress, grunting when the apron's tied too tightly around her waist.

Duchess was a bit disappointed by a lack of footwear, but her perk up at the sound of moans. At the end of the conveyor belt, she sees a light from the next room. In the next room, Rita's on the operating panting with Gareth's face buried in her crotch.

Rita, looking at Duchess upside down, pats her spouse's head. Duchess averts her eyes, blushing.

``Alright that's enough, how about giving your concubine some love.'' Rita requests. Duchess turns her head back the canines, tail, and ears shot straight up.

``C-C-C-Con-Concubine?!'' Duchess blurts out. Rita nods. Gareth too once he removes his face from Rita's crotch. Surveying the canine, he licks his chops. He wanders to her, spreading her legs.

Naturally, she's flustered. Lifting her dress, he eases his muzzle right where her new pussy was. The moment his tongue slithers inside her, she felt that heat returning. She needed this, badly! Abruptly, she pushes Gareth's head until his muzzle was a quarter deep in her.

Not that Rita would allow that. Turning her body transparent for a second time, a puff of air bats Duchess's paws away. Another gust, this time directed at Gareth, pulls him away. Duchess whines as her Gareth is pulled back to his wife's side.

``Sadly, we don't have the time for that at the moment.'' Rita reminds. She wouldn't admit it yet, but it was fun cucking Duchess. Gareth rubs the back of his head, sighing. Of course, there was that other matter to attend with.

``Yup. Kinda getting a'ead of ourselves `ere,'' Gareth laughs. Duchess, arms crossed, and nose held high, turns her head. It was bad enough that the retriever kept Mr. Penis away from her. But this was too much! She wouldn't stand to associate with someone like Rita. Not in a million years!

Something Rita was also aware of.

``After this, you'll get a surprise. Trust me, you'll enjoy it.''

``Will you stop cucking me if I come along?''

``Sure, why not. You don't have a choice in the matter either way.'' Rita holds a paw up, prepared to snap her digits. Gareth grabs her arm, sternly staring at her. He knew what would follow and it would be excessive. Watching their new friend on the floor, writhing in pain was something her sister would do. Rita was better than that.

She glares at him with those harden eyes of hers. All the struggles and pain she endured when she came into their lives. Before she was Rita, back when she was Xavier. She `hmps', snatching her arm from Gareth.

\t``We're gonna mee t'e `ippo.'' Gareth explains. No more need to be said. Duchess follows them into a long hallway. On their way to Margaret's office, she surveys what's happened to the others.

\tRita - the cat - is sleeping in a crib. The door to her room was opening, Plush-Runt exiting with a plush Brian in its paws. The mere sight of him made her heart race. Would she have been turned into a plushie if Rita snapped her digits earlier? She'd have to refrain from pissing her off in the future.

\tA dalmatian, Deborah, wonders pass them. Though not without grabbing Rita's arm. Dragging her away, she only says, ``I need to ask her for a favor. Carry on.''

Neither Gareth nor Duchess protest, Rita only shrugs. This wouldn't take but a few moments of her time anyway. They soon reach Margaret's office. Entering, Margaret didn't seem surprised to see them. In fact, she had several chairs ready with a single document on her desk.

``It's a pleasure to meet you, Duchess.'' Margaret smiles, gesturing for them to take a seat. Duchess makes no response, opting to instead stare at the document. `New Life for Thee' is written some weird, creative, font at the top.

``What's all this about?'' she asks. Margaret and Gareth glance at each other, waiting for one of them to explain it. When neither did, Rita kicks the door open. No sense of tack or taste, the canine bluntly tell her the reason for her and the others? abduction.

Gareth, Rita, and another fur wanted to start a family. Due to the circumstances of Rita's sex change, she couldn't get pregnant...not that she planned to anyway. The other fur felt similar about the situation. So, substitutes needed to be made.

Rita - the cat - was chosen out of spite for the Golden Retriever?s sister. Fu-Dog was chosen so she could always a magical body ready for any experiment she had in mind. Objectively, there was no reason for Brian to be chosen. Well other than Margaret deciding it to be so.

\tWhich means Duchess's role was, ``You want me to play nanny?''

``A maid outfit would've been better but,'' Rita surveys Duchess from head to toe, ``Gareth wanted a stepford Aunt so...yeah. Now sign it and we'll be on our way.''

``Wait...you did this to all of us because you wanted to make a family?! You kidnapped us and made us your playthings for that?!'' Duchess shot out of her seat. Marching to Rita, she jabs a digit in her face. The humiliation and shame the others have suffered couldn't go unacknowledged. Or go without any kind of consequence.

But who cares about that stuff?

``Yup. Was hoping to at least let you remain intact but, nope. Don't care anymore.'' Rita said carelessly. After snapping a digit, it was over.

If she hadn't, Duchess might've admitted that she was okay with this. That she might've preferred Rita - the cat, not the dog - and Fu-Dog at least be given the same chance to give consent. Hell, she might've even been able to offer suggestions on new additions to the family. However, all that and every ability to think independently was gone.

Rita, Fuella, and Duchess were now a part of Rita (the dog) and Gareth's twisted family. Something she was fully aware of after it all went dark.

A Few Weeks Later

\tRita - now renamed Rakita - is happily playing in the living room. Rakita's pouring imaginary tea into the cup of her Brian Griffin plushie. Plush-Runt, a gift from Margaret, is there too, in a cute yellow sundress and sun hat. He lifts the cup, pretending to take a sip. But Brian and Plush-Runt weren't her only guests.

\tA large, fat, purple cat also takes a sip of imaginary tea.

\t``Oh Rakita, this tea is positively wonderful!'' The cat remarks. Rakita blushes, curtsying at the kind words.

\t``Thank you, Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms. I worked very hard on it,'' Rakita said. Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms waves a paw, shaking her head.

\t``I can certainly tell, but please call me Fluffy Bottoms,'' she requests. When she leaves, she'll have to shorten her name. Not that hated her full name, it was just always a mouthful. Fluffy Bottoms was much cuter name anyway.

\tSitting in a nearby chair, Deborah, as promised, has Fuella all to herself. Her right nipple buried in Fuella's muzzle. She's always such a hungry pup, Deborah thought. Not that she minds. Breastfeeding someone as small as Fuella was preferable than her giant kitten.

\tRegardless, her tail wags furiously. As much as she loved padding felines, there was a strange satisfaction in babying her fellow canine. In the future, she'd have to pay a certain London house a visit. Oh, the fun she'll have on that trip. An audible `POP!' sound hits her ears and she returns her focus to Fuella.

\t``Aunt Debby, can we play the game again?'' Fuella asks. Playfully and dramatically, Deborah muses over the request. ums and hmps escape her muzzle, Fuella's heart nearly skips a beat when her favorite aunt frowns.

Was he gonna be denied the game again? Mommy and Daddy wouldn't let him play. Meanwhile, so much as even mentioning it to Duchess got her in trouble. Last time, her time in chastity got extended to another month for so much as considering it. But nobody messes with Aunt Deborah; she does whatever she wants!

``Of course, we can play sweetie! It's my favorite game too.'' Deborah exclaims. She stands as Rita enters. There were oil and grease stains on her clothes and fur, but she seemed happy with her work.

``A game you can play later. Come and tell me if you're good with this,'' she asks. The canines follow her downstairs to her workshop. On a long table are seven bracelets, identical only in design, each sporting a different a color. Three were the same size, the other four weren't. In front of each bracelet is a color-coordinated ball. Except for one, the one meant for Deborah.

``Good enough?'' Rita asks again. Deborah pulls Rita into a hug, showering the retriever with kisses.

``Absolutely! You've done a wonderful job, sweetie!'' The dalmatian hands Fuella over to Rita, then retrieves the one for her. Once on her wrist, it felt a little tight. Not uncomfortable but a minor annoyance. She waves the arm wearing it a bit, pleased even more with Rita's work.

With a smile, she gives Fuella a gentle boop to the nose.

\t``How would you like to have cousins to play with?'' Deborah asks. Fuella raises an eyebrow, staring at the Dalmatian's stomach.

\t``Cousins? Aunty Deborah are you...'' Fuella asks until both Deborah and Rita laugh. Deborah shakes her head, giving him another boop on the nose.

``Nope. I'm gonna turn six bad furs into cute pups. How's that sound,'' she asks with a clear smile.  Fuella wasn't sure what Aunt Debby was planning, but it sounds awesome. That meant more playmates! Clapping as a response made the dalmatian smile wider. Now all she had to do was get the pieces in place.

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