This choice: Selling glow-in-the-dark poodle puppies • Go Back...Chapter #6Selling glow-in-the-dark poodle puppies by: Yote   The plan is to sell glow-in-the-dark poodle puppies. Your father is a unique animal, a totally new, mutant subspecies created by the deluge of transformagens, and you've already found buyers for his progeny online. That's the easy part. The difficult part is getting those progeny inside him. On all your walks to the park, not one of the male dogs has shown an interest in your canine-ified father. Something in his behavior, his appearance, or his smell disturbs them. You'll have to do it yourself.
Leaving them to their training, you go upstairs to your room. Inside your chest of drawers is the sealed test-tube of silver nanite solution that will reversibly morph you into a doggy form. A second tube of attitude sits beside it. It will destroy the nanites in your system, allowing your body to return to its normal form. You place that one under your bed, in a place you're sure your canine self will be able to reach.
The two solutions had cost the last of your allowance but the pay-off, if this works, will multiply your investment. You wait until you hear your mother leave the house, then quickly break the seal on the first tube and pour the contents down your throat.
The effects take only a minute to kick in. Soon you're wriggling bodily out of the neck hole of your school uniform, utterly transformed, the room vast around you. Padding on all fours over to the door, you nuzzle it open with your muzzle and paws.
You pause at the top of the stairs to check that the room is truly empty. Your enhanced hearing tells you that the coast is clear. You clamber awkwardly down the stairs. Several times you almost fall over your own limbs and as you approach the bottom, you fall head over heels, tumbling down the last few steps, ending up sprawled at the foot of the stairs.
"Yip! Yip!"
Your dad, glowing with neon pink radiance, stands a wary distance away, barking at you with curiosity and excitement. Even as a dog, she looks tiny. Bonsai pets are engineered to be small and she's barely the size of a small cat. You're not entirely sure how this is supposed to work. Then again, you're not sure how canine mating works at all. You'd rather counted on your instincts doing the work.
You clamber to your paws and take a step towards her. "Okay, dad, let's make this quick before mum gets back. Just stand perfectly still, alright?" you say, the words emerging from your throat as a low growl. Her scent is strange and alien to your nose as you approach - no wonder the others refused to mate with her. You don't think she's in heat, but you hope that won't matter.
"Yip! Yip!" she barks shrilly, turning and bolting away into the house.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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