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The man prattled at me continuously as if I really cared. Oh, I pretended to care, but it was the same legal spiel that they had been blabbering to me to ensure I understood that I couldn't sue them for anything. Normal business as usual.

Even if I wanted to sue, I'm not sure that I would be able to find a lawyer anyways. Not in my current situation.

I wasn't sure where I was geographically, though I knew fully well that I was in one of Evergreen's many laboratories. Which one? I'm not sure. As the largest government contractor in America, I'm sure they had hundreds of possible locations to house me in.

I use the word house sparingly because if I was understanding what the balding lawyer was telling me, my freedoms were about to get limited.

"We are currently working out all of the finer details." The lawyer said in a raspy voice. He had been speaking for the better part of an hour without any kind of break. By his cheap suit with the fraying string coming from the buttons on his sleeve, I took it that this man was brought in on very short notice. "As of right now, cloning is a very misunderstood field.It doesn't exist in the laws of many countries. Instead it has been grandfathered into many pre-existing regulations regarding medicine. That means human cloning is very illegal even if there are no laws explicitly outlawing it. Like I said."

I rolled my eyes. This was hardly the first time he was going to tell me this. To save you the grief, I'll summarize it.

Animal testing isn't illegal. It's looked down upon by much of the population, but the necessity of it prevents it from going away. Human testing, however, is illegal to start immediately and requires years of legal work to approve. These are the laws that cloning have temporarily been put under until something more official and permanent could be written up.

How has this affected me? Well... Evergreen was contacted by the government and several interested third parties about the use of cloning to create 'test tube' soldiers.

Evergreen stepped up to the challenge, but quickly ran into trouble. Even though it was the government that contacted them, it was still illegal. So, Evergreen hid what they were doing from the rest of the world. Only a few select individuals outside of the actual research teams knew about the project.

There were still troubles. People grow slowly. It took nine months to make the first clone and that was after two years of research and development. Even then, the first clone didn't turn out well. It died very quickly and rumor was that several scientists offed themselves after witnessing their creation.

Evergreen didn't want to devote another nine months to what could turn into another expensive failure and end up scarring more of their employees emotionally. Instead, they took a step back and experimented with the large-scale cloning of animals.

It had been done before. Dolly, the cloned sheep, was proof that it could be done and several agricultural companies were looking into cloning livestock, but mass cloning was still in its infancy.

They started small with mice and built up from there. In the nine months it would have taken to create another human, Evergreen was working on cloning dogs and other large mammals. And then the law hit.

Leaks were inevitable and one concerned employee leaked enough information to the press to create a public outrage. Luckily the employee had been unaware of the human cloning that had already occurred, only that human tests were the inevitable goal.

The media created a firestorm, comparing Evergreen to Dr. Mengele's lab.

Evergreen was then quickly barred from continuing their research further until proper regulations could be made. However, they were not forbidden from exploring their current discoveries. They ended up contacting their employers and proposed something new.

If they couldn;t clone humans, but could clone animals, why not do the next best thing and put people into animals.

Dr. Mengele indeed.

It was a very questionable idea that was proposed well before it should have been and it was ore of a joke than anything else to poke fun at the news of the first successful brain transplant. It was a medical miracle, performed by a rival company and Evergreen was tossing around ideas to get ahead in the market.

The government is full of people who operate in the gray area of morality, and there just happened to be enough of these types of individuals on the review board to pass the proposition. Evergreen had the green light and work began immediately.

First, there was the compatibility issue. It was hard enough to take the brain of one human and put it into the body of another. To take a human brain and put it into an animal's body was pure science fiction at the time, but Evergreen had the best minds on the case, and they were devoted.

I don't know all of the details; I'm hardly qualified, but I just know that they did it somehow. They cloned a German Shepherd and even then it hardly resembled one.

The dog, named Brutus, was a beast of a dog. It was meant to take a human brain, but a normal dog is too small, so they made everything bigger. Brutus weighed two hundred pounds and he was only the first model with only his size adjusted.

There were over twelve variations until they got to the current model, Caesar. He weighed nearly three hundred pounds with all of the extra baggage they gave him and they used him as the mascot of their company.

I remember seeing the ads that were put out to the public for their genetically altered police dogs.

That was their cover story, creating police dogs. I can't believe that it worked, but it did.

The Caesar Shepherd, as it was redubbed, was capable of outrunning a cheetah, had a reinforced skeletal structure and many other things. The one thing they really pushed, once they finished, the dogs would have human-like intelligence.

I didn't think much of it at the time, I was just a budding new police officer. Straight out of the academy. I was too exited to start my first day on the job, which turned out to be my last as well.

It was a drug bust. Being rat on the border with Mexico, drug busts were common and as a greenhorn, I didn't get to participate in the actual bust. I was part of the crew that came afterward to collect evidence and watch as photographs were taken. Boring stuff for veteran officers, but being new to this all, I was ecstatic.

It was a hot summer day, right in the middle of August. I was sweating, but gleeful in my freshly pressed uniform with a shiny badge on my chest.

I was tasked with checking the backyard. Inside of the house was a mess. It was a meth lab and full of dangerous chemicals that required a team with proper training and equipment to handle. I, along with several other unlucky bastards were sent out to work under the hot sun.

On the outside, the house was very nice. It had a turf lawn, green and healthy, with a timed sprinkler system. It was very well kept with a new expensive car on the driveway. We only knew that it was a meth house due to an anonymous tip.

There was not much to the yard. Shack, a swing set, and a garden. Drugs could be hidden anywhere, so shovels were brought out.

I managed to draw a long stick and got a job looking through the tool shed while a bunch of others tore up the cabbage patch.

"Got anything in there?" Lieutenant Briggs, my immediate supervisor, asked. He, along with several other senior officers, were under the awning, sipping water while they watched up work.

I stood in the shed. I had taken off my buttoned overshirt and was just on my undershirt and slacks. I had moved around several crates, checking them as I went, but it was just a tool shed. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Nothing," I called out, craving some of that water they had. "Just tools."

"Alright then," The lieutenant said. "Grab a shovel and help out the others in the garden."

We had brought about a dozen with us, but there was a nice one with a yellow, metal handle. I grabbed that one and headed out.

Now you're probably thinking that something happened out here. No. We dug up that entire garden, destroying vegetable in sight. Nothing outside. It was just the team inside the house now that collected evidence.

The senior officers decided we deserved a break and let us return to our cruisers to sit in the A/C.

I set the A/C to blast cool air right on my face while my partner messed with the radio.

"How are you doing?" Officer Gonzalez asked. He was senior to me by two years. New guys were always partnered up with a more experienced officer to learn the ropes of what it took to be successful.

Gonzalez was a pretty chill guy from what I could muster up since meeting him only the other day during my initial orientation. He gave off a surgery bro vibe even though he had a beer gut and a thinning hairline. Maybe it was just me. I never got the chance to find out.

It was considered the largest attack on the police by the cartel in Arizona history.

They came in a caravan. There is no real way to describe it better. A line of shitty cars came bursting around the corner, hitting an officer who had been yelling at them to stop.

Gonzalez spat out his mouthful of coffee in what should have been a fairly impressive spit take, but I was already outside the car, my training taking hold. I didn't snap back into reality until a bullet pinged off the cruiser I was hiding behind.

I won't go into too much detail. I don't actually remember much; it went by so fast.

It was loud. There was so much gunfire, yelling, someone was screaming. I somehow remained calm through it all. I had my sidearm clutched tightly between both of my balled up fists. I fired when I could at the source of the incoming fire.

There were dozens of them, wearing bandanas to cover their faces. They had a mixture of small arms and were ducking and weaving between cars, getting closer.

We were outgunned. SWAT teams had left hours ago, leaving maybe ten officers left at the moment.

I, like many others, were trying our radios. The airwaves were filled with calls for backup and help was on the way. SWAT teams along with the entire city's police force would be here shortly. I just had to survive which meant getting to better cover. The closest available cover was the drug house.

I stayed low, sprinting across open ground to the house. I swear I could hear bullets zipping past my ears.

Once there, I fired, blindly, the cartel members that were still advancing on my position.

One magazine emptied and another then another. I wasn't even looking at what I was shooting at. Bullets were carving the wall I was hiding behind.

Now let me tell you about making meth. It's dangerous. Very dangerous. But it can be done in a safe and controlled environment. The meth house I was using as cover wasn't that. Not even close. It was a stew of discarded chemicals and byproducts, mixed together in a volatile concoction. Highly explosive if disturbed. Bullets disturbed it.

One second I was huddled in a partially destroyed bush, the next I was in the hospital.

"How do you feel?"

I couldn't speak. My mouth felt like it was stuffed with moth balls. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. My head was wrapped in something. It was also very difficult to move any of my extremities. The act alone made me extremely exhausted.

"Please don't try to move," A lovely voice said, and I felt a light pressure pushing my arm back down onto the bed. "The doctor will be in shortly to explain everything." She sounded sad.

A door opened and then closed, quickly followed by a hushed conversation.

Silence for a few moments. I tested my limbs and my body. There was definitely something in my mouth and I wasn't breathing. Something was breathing for me. I felt the air get pushed and then pulled from my lungs and the act of trying to breathe myself seemed beyond my reach and hurt, even in my drugged state.

I could hear the familiar heartbeat on the EKG along with quiet mechanical whirs. Blood rushed to from my extremities as I began to get an idea of just how fucked up I was.

"Good to see that you are awake," A male voice said. "It was touch and go for some time."

I could detect a presence at the side of the bed, and I heard the sound of pencil on paper.

"I'm Doctor Langley. I have some news for you." He sat down, or it sounded like that as a chair groaned with stress. "Normally I would wair for you to have some time to recover before going over what happened, but yours is a special case."

I could hear the same sadness in his voice that I had detected in the nurse's voice. I managed to swallow some spit that had pooled at the back of my throat in anticipation for what I was about to be told.

"Four days ago," The doctor said. "You were in an explosion. A chemical explosion that occured when chemicals in the meth ignited. You have third-degree burns across ninety-eight percent of your body. We managed to stop any infection from that with a heavy antibiotic regimen and skin grafts, but that's not why I'm talking to you. Many of the chemicals were absorbed into your blood stream and are now killing you from the inside out. The team tried to flush out your system, but the damage is done." He paused and tapped the pencil a few times on his clipboard. "These machines are the only things keeping you alive. Most of your organs have already failed. You have less than a week to live."

I didn't hear what else he had to say. I shut out the world and fell back into my mind as my body grew numb. I didn't want to die. I only wanted to live my life. Simple, but it seemed fate was too cruel to let me be.

It must have been some time that I had locked myself in my head because when I did finally come back to the world, the doctor and left and was replaced by someone else.

"Hello there," The man said sharply. "I'm going to get right down to business since I know time is of the essence in your very fragile case."

I wasn't in the mood to listen to random strangers. I thought that only family was allowed to visit. How did he get in?

"I represent Evergreen. You may or may not have heard of us, but that's not overly important." He took a seat next to me where the doctor had been. "What is important is you and what you can still do if given a choice. I'm here to offer you a choice, a second chance to both renew your life and continue your good work as an officer of the law."

Needless to say, I took the offer. He could have been the devil, and I still would have taken any offer he had if it meant that I was going to live another day. I was then whisked away within the day. The legalities of how the got me out of the hospital escaped me, but I'm alive.

They took me to some facility where they told me they were going to put me under for an operation and then a needle was slipped into my arm. I counted backward from ten. I made it to eight.

For the second time in a very short time, I woke up and I have to admit, I felt great. It was as if every cell in my body was perfectly hydrated and energized. The poison that had flowed through my veins were gone. I could not remember feeling better ever in my life.

Then I saw my hand, or rather my paw. I was more confused than anything. Then I became angry and they tranquilized me before I could get too unruly.

Sleep and awake again, for the third time.

It was a few days of back and forth before I finally calmed down.

They kept me in a comfortable room with a bed and furnishing. I at the table. I was large enough to not need a chair, if a chair would even hold me. I could just feel how much mass was packed into my new body. The food they gave me was rich and high quality and when it was finally time to take a shit... The toilet broke once I finally found a way to seat myself on it. The small porcelain seat couldn't hold up my hefty ass.

They insisted that it wasn't my fault and moved me to a new room that had access to a yard.

The first time I felt sunlight against my fur was great. The fur held onto the warmth long after I went back inside. I ran around for hours. I could see trees going on for miles all around.

I was fast. I could barely comprehend how fast I was. The yard was more of a field with sparse trees on the edges. It was about two football fields in length at its widest and I could cross its entirety in scarcely ten seconds.

Then it hit me why they gave me a yard. No toilets to break. I did the deed sheepishly behind a tree and out of sight.

After they had determined that I had adjusted enough, I was ushered into the room with the lawyer.

"In short. You just need to wait long enough until we can get the legislation banning the cloning of your new body repealed. Next thing will be to grow you a new body and then you'll be good as new." The lawyer, after several slow and agonizing hours, finally began to wrap up. "Of course, we won't be keeping your prisoner here. We've found a way to keep you occupied until then."

I was the newest 'model' of the company's super dogs. They gave me the name Hadrian and that was what I would be referred to from now on to keep my real identity secret from the public.

Now the job they had for me was what the super dog was intended for, police work. I really didn't know what I expected.

They already had an assignment for me. There was a senior officer in San Diego who had recently lost his work dog to heart disease. He had been one of the best dog handlers and Evergreen deemed him the best person out of hundreds of applicants to have me as their partner.

I was flown out to surprising media attention.

At the Milwaukee airport, there was a large number of news vans present and eagerly awaiting my arrival. Only if they knew that I was actually the biggest scandal in America at the moment.

There was a short press conference. I sat off to the side while questions were hurled at various company spokesmen and even the CEO himself showed up. They claimed I was the future.

Near the end, for good press, A little girl was photographed petting me to show that I wasn't just some killing machine.

I could appear intimidating. I had strutted in front of a mirror several times. I looked like a cross between a German Shepherd and a wolf that had been then stretched over the body of a mastiff with a mix of gray, brown and black fur. I was very visibly built with defined muscles and I'm not ashamed to say, other physical endowments.

I had a pair of baseball sized orbs that sat between my legs quite comfortably and loose. I didn't know about my other money maker. The facility had cameras everywhere and I was sure that there was one in my room as well so I kept my inspections to a minimum, though judging the by the size of my sheath, I'd say it scaled quite well to my size.

Anyway, neither my appearance nor my prowess, if she saw it, scared the little girl away. She was more than happy to pet me and I thought it would be a good show to lay down and have her ride me on my back like a horse.

She was a smart girl and to the crowd's pleasure, she got on my back.

We spent a few more moments in front of the cameras until it was time to board the plane which had been specially prepared.

A lot of people stared as I boarded and took my place in first class. Everyone saw as they boarded. A few more children were keen to reach out and pet me as they walked past. Some parents allowed this; others didn't.

The entire first-class section of the plane was booked by the company to keep out anyone who could inadvertently listen in on out discussions. Once the plane was off the ground, I was further briefed.

"Now this is temporary," my interim handler said. "While our people work on Congress to get human cloning legalized, you'll be representing the company." It was, again, all stuff I've heard plenty of times before, but they wanted to make sure there was no chance for misinterpretation or confusion. "Everything you do will be highly publicized and followed, so put on a show when you can, but don't do anything stupid. Your body is engineered to be better, but not bullet proof. No running headlong into firefights."

I nodded. It was the only way I could communicate, with body language.The were working on that, trying to find a way to allow me to get text on a screen, but that was lower on the agenda. I was capable enough to find other ways to get my point across when I needed to.

We went over a few other things before the plane landed again at out final destination, one of which was how imperative it was that I kept my identity a secret. I was Hadrian from now on.

We landed to some, but diminished, press. I was then driven to the police station where I was finally given over to their care after they were briefed on my needs and other necessities.

All of the officers were intrigued by me. The elephant in the room, or the closest thing to it. I was the size of a tiger at roughly three hundred and fifty pounds. I took up a lot of room.

I was given free roam of the office since the officers had been assured that I wouldn't cause any trouble. Even so, I stayed in the back and waited for my new handler to arrive. He was out on patrol and would be in shortly.

The office went back to normal business, working the night shift, responding to minor calls and drunks that were causing public disturbances. I watched curiously from my position. I had once worked in a similar office, even if it was only briefly. A lot of the work was paperwork at the desk.

"Hadrian," The chief at this station said to me. "Officer Belson is here now to take you to your new home." He seemed awkward. Told to speak to me plainly and not like a dog.

I got up and followed him towards the front where there was a man waiting for me.

"Curtis," The chief said. "Say hello to your new partner, Hadrian."

"Hello," Curtis, a surprisingly young man for being a senior officer with midnight black hair cut military short smiled down at me. "You're bigger than I thought. I had heard the rumors, but still." He walked over.

"Speak plainly," The chief said. "Those boys at Evergreen say that he understands everything we say, so no point doing anything else."

"Really." He raised an eyebrow and knelt down and held out his hand. "Shake."

I too raised my eyebrows at him and stared at his hand before looking back at him. He laughed out.

"My god, he really does understand. I see it in his face." He chuckled and then gazed at me again. "I'm sorry. That was rude and again held out his hand. Nice to meet you. My name is Curtis Belson."

I then put a paw in his hand and he firmly grasped it and shook it.

"You two have fun." The chief nodded. "Remember bright and early tomorrow morning. I want to see you back in proper action since Melody passed away. We need you back out there with a proper partner."

"Yes, sir," Curtis said solemnly. I imagine Melody was his previous canine partner. I knew that a human and their animal counterpart always grew close together. He must still be getting over it. I was more of an intrusion or a reminder, but Curtis seemed like a capable fellow and appeared quite happy to have me.

The chief handed him a set of keys. "He won't fit in a cruiser. Take one of the trucks instead. See you two tomorrow." He waved us off.

We stepped out into the warm summer night of California. I felt like there was a burden lifted from my chest. There was no longer someone from Evergreen hovering over me, taking tests or anything. It was just Curtis and me and I was excited to see what the future held.

"Let's get back home." He smiled at me and led me to the parking lot where the vehicles were. "Sorry, but you'll need to ride in the back. We don't have anything that can accommodate you, though Evergreen has promised a specially made vehicle where you can sit up front. They really want to pamper you."

I understood, but even then, the canine trucks were meant for normal sized dogs, not tiger sized ones. It was a tight fit.

"I woke up this morning to a massive shipment of supplies for you." Curtis spoke loudly enough for me to hear, even though my ears were sensitive enough that I would have been able to hear him if he whispered. "Food, lots of food, a bed, all kinds of stuff. They really want to make sure you're comfortable and I'll do my best to not disappoint.

He could have taken me to a trailer and I wouldn't have been disappointed. I was in a home, not a facility. No more cameras and no more tests. Don't get me wrong. I was grateful for what had been done for me. I would be dead without Evergreen, but a man could only take so much before he needed a little bit of freedom.

It was not a trailer. Curtis owned his own home, small, but his own. It was a two bedroom with two and a half bathrooms.

"I set up the bed that was brought this morning in the living room. It was really the only place I could fit it." He pointed it out as he unlocked the door and walked us in, turning on the lights. "I'm heading straight to bed. Been out all day. I suppose you're free to explore. Not much to see." He yawned. "Sorry we can't have a sit down, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other in the coming months." He reached to pet me, but hesitated, trying to determine if it was proper or not.

I answered that question for him by leaning into his touch and he scratched behind my ear before going to his room, leaving the door open.

I could smell the faint scent of Melody. It clung to walls lightly.

There wasn't much to explore. The house was not big. There was a kitchen close by, the living room and then a hallway that had the bathrooms and the bedrooms. My bed did take up much of the living room, but to be truthful, I didn't need it. I had my fur and I found that it provided enough cushion even on a hard floor.

Nevertheless, I laid down on the bed and rested my head on my front paws and quickly fell asleep.

The next few days were hectic. I was suddenly working. Waking up early in the morning, eating and then heading off to work where Curtis would receive his assignment for the day. We quickly got to it, patrolling the streets. Most days were long and uneventful, but I did get the chance to get to know Curtis more.

He was an avid fan of the Chargers, often staying up on Sundays to watch, either inviting friends over or go to friends places. He promised to bring me along as well. Normally a service animal would stay at home, but technically the police station didn't own me, Evergreen did and they deemed that I be treated more like a human than an animal, so I was given certain amenities.

He was a light social drinker, always having a few bottles of beer in the fridge and enjoyed cooking. Even though I was supposed to stick to a strict diet that the scientists as Evergreen made for me, I did enjoy myself to some parmesan chicken the previous night.

Curtis and I bonded quickly and by the end of the week, I was sleeping in his room, just next to the bed. The silly and oversized dog bed for me was stowed away. We were a team and the police chief was happy to see Curtis back out in the field.

At work, I obeyed the chain of command. Curtis was my handler, but even so, he respected me. While others had a hard time adjusting to treating me not as an animal, Curtis took it in stride. He spoke to me as if I was another human being, not some trained animal. I felt at home here.

It was nearly a month after arriving that our partnership was really put to the test.

A call came in half way through the shift. There was a robbery in progress at a nearby gas station that turned violent. There were reports of gunshots with three armed suspects still inside with two hostages, a worker and a customer.

"Here we go," Curtis said and responded to the call. He turned on the siren for the new truck that Evergreen had provided. It was large. I would say barely street legal, enough so that I could sit on the passenger side. I could operate the doors myself as well.

The diesel engines roared as Curtis sped down the highway to the gas station where several other officers were already on scene.

"There is nowhere to go!" An officer said with a megaphone. "Come out with your hands up. It's only going to get worse from here. Come out and surrender before you do something rash."

We could see the three inside the building with the hostages. One, in a black hoodie, flipped us off and the officer tossed the megaphone back into his cruiser.

"Fuck em'," He sighed as we pulled up.

"What's the situation?" Curtis asked.

The officer gave me a quick glance. "They're just sitting in there and won't come out. There have been no demands. Nothing and so we're just going to have to wait for additional backup. Can't risk anything with hostages in there."

"I guess we wait."

By the end of the hour, there were roughly two dozen officers along with the press as well, all for three robbers and their hostages and eventually me. As soon as the first camera got a glimpse of me, they were all over. Everyone and their moms wanted to see the new Evergreen super dog, Hadrian in action. All they got was me sitting patiently next to Curtis, waiting for orders. They were kept away from interfering in the our work, but it didn't stop them from flinging questions at Curtis or anyone close by.

Ignored them. I was certain that Evergreen was on the phone with someone. They wanted a chance to show me off to the world and this was the perfect opportunity. The robbers were hardly professionals and one of the customers that had escaped said that there was only one gun between the three. The other two only had knives and a baseball bat, plus whatever they could find in there.

"Okay." The senior officer in charge said to Curtis. "We have a plan. There's a back entrance to the gas station. No windows and I'm told by the manager that they don't have access to the security cameras, so they won't see you two coming."

"Sounds risky," Curtis said, rubbing his chin. "Not exactly by the book."

"Media wants to see Hadrian in action, so does Evergreen. Been too long without anything happening." He sighed. "I don't like it either, puts the both of you at risk, but those are the orders."

"You up for this, bud?" Curtis asked.

Hell yeah, I was. Dangerous or not, I was feeling pumped for this. I gave a bark.

"Alright, if he's on board, then so am I." Curtis gave my back a few supportive pats. Let's do this.

Curtis kitted up in a bulletproof vest, tactical turtleneck, and a helmet. I was given a large vest that was made purposefully for me. It would stop bullets. I also got a pair of goggles and a specially shaped helmet as well. Too bad there wasn't a gun I could use.

The police out front would distract those inside. Snipers were positioned on a higher building across the street in case it turned for the worse and the hostages' lives were at stake.

Curtis and I snuck around the back, making sure to go down the street a block first before looping all the way around to avoid any chance of being spotted. The media was explicitly told to shut up about our movements and for once, they listened.

We got around the back and Curtis radioed in that we were in position, signaling the police out front to try to begin negotiations.

Curtis pulled out the key he was given to the back entrance and gave me a nod before sliding it in and opening the door, revealing a back storage room. We snuck in.

"Ok," He whispered to me. "Once we're in, I want you to go to the right by where the alcohol is. I'll go the other way. We'll hit them from both sides, and hopefully, they surrender without a fight."

I nodded to him and he chuckled. He never got over the fact that a dog was nodding at him.

He talked into his ear piece. "Are we a go?"

"You are a go."

He opened the door into the main part of the gas station and slowly went out first. I stayed hunched down and went right as Curtis went left. The robbers were arguing amongst themselves about what to do. One was panicking, saying they should just give up. Another wanted to wait it out and see if they couldn't get something from a deal. The last wanted to go down in a blaze of glory, claiming that it would be the most productive thing he had done his entire life. They didn't hear us enter.

I was nearly on my belly, shimming down the aisle when I heard Curtis' voice in my own earpiece. "On three."

I could see them. They were in the first aisle, out of sight of the front windows. The hostages were there as well, bound and gagged, sitting down in front of the potato chips. They looked scared.

"One."

I picked my first target. The closest one looked like a boy just out of high school. He was armed with a knife.

"Two."

I got ready, hunched down with my legs right under me. I felt more like a cat ready to pounce than a dog at the moment.

"THREE!"

I leaped, covering the measly fifteen feet between me and my target in a single bound. I smashed into him, using my body weight, rather than my teeth and claws to disable him.

They were all caught off guard.

Curtis popped up from behind the checkout counter with his taser ready. "Freeze!" He yelled out and fired when the man with the gun twisted to fire at him. One prong got him in the gut; the other hit him in the neck. He tensed up right away and fell, somehow managing to scream expletives while doing so.

Officers in the parking lot were beginning to run up as well.

The last man quickly dove for the dropped gun and picked it up. Curtis was reaching for his own, but he wouldn't have enough time and the snipers wouldn't be able to tell what was happening with a rack of snacks in the way.

I could see Curtis glance at me from behind. I reacted instinctually.

With a snarl that erupted out of me, I doze at the final robber as he brought up the gun. He didn't have time to react as my teeth sank into his shoulder.

He screamed out as my jaws easily tore through sinew and bone, breaking apart his entire left shoulder.

We both fell to the ground and the weight of my body falling on top of him broke several ribs as well. His scream turned into a labored wheeze as all of the air was pushed out of his body and his right lung was punctured and deflated. I held onto his shoulder even though I knew that he was out of the fight, but just seeing him threaten Curtis had brought something up and out of me. I wanted to kill this man. It would be so easy, but I wasn't a killer. Instead, I made him my bitch.

Without really knowing what was going on, I began to urinate on him. A strong pungent odor began to rise from below me as the sound of a strong stream of piss spattered against the struggling man and the floor beneath. I emptied the entirety of my large bladder all over him.

"Ah, fuck- fuckin shit." The man moan as piss began to spill on his face. He spat out painfully, trying to get it out of his mouth, but I hadn't gone all day.

"Wow." Curtis laughed. "I think he likes you."

The three were taken into custody. More than a few people commented on how much one of them stunk and I'm sure that he wouldn't stop hearing about being peed on by me for some time.

Of course, there was the press conference afterward, but it was all the same as before, everyone was happy.

I was just tired and wanted to go home, and Curtis was happy to oblige.

"Whew." Curtis threw his hat onto the couch. "Quite the day." He pumped his arms. "I haven't been pumped this much in so long." He grabbed both sides of my face and vigorously rubbed and then back off. "Sorry. Not like a dog."

I liked it, so I nudged back into his hand. He petted me and fell back onto the couch and patted the seat next to him.

I happily crawled onto the couch that somehow had proven itself sturdy enough to hold my weight. I rested my head on his lap and let him stroke my head.

"You saved my life today," He said. "He had me and if you weren't there... I'm not sure if anyone else could have acted as fast as you. He already had his gun out and everything and you got him. I wish I could repay you somehow."

I did have something in mind. It was something, that as a human, I never would have asked, but I wasn't exactly human though, and as much as he treated as such, I knew that Curtis saw me as an extremely intelligent dog. He had no idea that I had been human, so I had a bit of a free pass to ask for it.

It had been so long now since I had any sort of sexual gratification. I was never too active, only jerking off once every week or two and that was enough, but since I had been a dog... I felt that my libido was so much larger and I couldn't actually do anything about it. I had no privacy and no way to clean up any mess that I may make.

Even if Curtis didn't oblige, it wouldn't hurt anything. I would find some other way. This was just the easiest way.

I rolled over on my back.

"Belly rubs?" He asked and began to stroke my stomach, using his nails to get in deep. While it felt heavenly, enough to make my tongue slide out of my mouth, it wasn't what I was getting at.

I did my best to try and get his hand to get lower, but he just kept scratching my belly, so I figured that a stronger approach was needed.

I rolled off the couch and stood in front of him.

"What? What do you want? You're acting weird now. I know you can't speak your mind, but you'll have to do better than that to let me know what you want."

I stuck my nose right on his crotch.

"WHOA!" He immediately pushed my face away.

My ears fell back and I looked away shamefully. Maybe that was too direct.

"No," He reached out and cupped my face and making me look at him. "Just caught me off guard. I mean, I guess that does let me know what you want. I never thought about those needs, but I'm not sure if I'm really that qualified to help you in that department."

I insisted, resting my head on his crotch which I could feel was hardening up, creating a bulge. Good, I wouldn't have to slink into the shower every once in a while to take care of business.

"Ok. Ok." He scooted up more onto the couch. "Just let me get out of my uniform first." He got up and swept some fur off of his chest. "Oh, boy." He then went back to his room.

I followed. He wasn't getting off that easily. I knew that he was probably going to end up falling asleep. I knew it was wrong to pressure him into this, but if I could just convince him that this was what he wanted as well...

He was leaning over the bed, taking off his pants. His undershirt was already off and thrown to the side. Just his boxers.

I quietly crept up behind him before planting my nose right up his boxers and between his cheeks. He smelled of sweat and hard work. Something stirred in me and I couldn't help but give a lick right up his crack before he turned around with a startled yelp.

"Jesus." His hands went right to his ass and he glared at me. "You are persistent." I noticed the slightest smile creeping up on the edges of his mouth. I had him.

I cocked my head to the side and licked my chops suggestively.

"Don't give me that look. I said I wanted to change first before you go off and do whatever you had in mind," He reminded me with a stern wag of his finger.

I gave him a playfull growl and jumped forward. He stepped back and fell onto the bed, giving me the opportunity to grab hold of his boxers with my teeth and pull them right off of his raised legs.

"Hey!" He yelled at me and reached for his boxers and I danced out of his reach. "Give those back."

I stayed out of reach, boxers still in my mouth and took a playful pose. If he wanted it back, he had to come and get it.

"Oh, it's on." He stood up, not at all ashamed of his nakedness.

I must admit, he was one of the larger men I've seen. Even flaccid, it was quite impressive. I know about the grower or shower, but even if it was mostly a shower at the moment, it had to be at least seven inches erect.

"I see what you're looking at." He grinned and took a step towards me. "Now I have something you want, and you have something I want. You're going to give it back."

He pounced first, and I tried to move out of the way, but mind you, his house wasn't big. I ended up moving only a few feet before bumping into the wall. It wasn't far enough to get away from him. He wrapped his arms around my neck and tried, he really did try, to pull me down.

There was no way he was going to overpower me in this contest, but I was willing to entertain him.

I fell over... on top of him.

"Ahh." We both went down with him crying out in surprise with me falling in the entirely wrong direction of where he was pushing me.

His arms flailed while I just rested my weight on him. He grabbed my ears. That's dirty.

I shook my head to try and loose his grip, but he held on, all the while guffawing.

Next his legs were around my chest as he straddled my back. I got back up, with him still on me and I bucked like a bull and to his credit, he held on.

I may or may not have knocked over some things. Fragile things in the process it took to get him off of me, but I did finally manage to buck him off onto the floor. Where he laid and was breathing hard.

"Oh, Jesus." He gasped. "I- I haven't had a workout like that is some time." He chuckled and motioned me closer until he could run his fingers through my fur. "I've been treating you too much like a work partner and not enough like a friend. Allow me to remedy that."

He reached under me and gently ran a hand over my sheath. He stroked it lightly, giving small squeezes that made me take in deep breaths, but I stood still and let him do his work.

"Normally, I would never consider doing something like this with a dog," He said even as he continued to rub his hand back against my sheath, moving towards my balls that hung down and heavy between my legs. He cradled them in his hands, having to slide completely under me to reach that far back. "The implications if someone were to find out I was having sexual relations with a dog. Except you aren't a dog. You're something else though. Not just a dog. It doesn't feel wrong doing this."

Only if I could tell him what I really was, then any doubt, I'm sure, would be gone, but I couldn't. The amount of legal trouble I would get in, would ruin me and anyone connected to me for the rest of our lives. The risk wasn't worth it and plus, once the legislation was revised, people would know what I was eventually.

"Just a fling between bros," He said and then began to move his attention towards the opening of my sheath.

I closed my eyes and resisted the urge to hump his hand when he slipped in a finger. Single digit, all the way to the knuckle. He swirled the finger around the tip of my penis, collecting the pre that was now really beginning to flow. It dripped out of my sheath, traveling down his hand and then his arm.

After some time, he pulled his finger out. "Hold on." He said and quickly got up and went into the bathroom to return with a towel. "Can't ruin the carpet, now can we?" He giggled, and I snorted in amusement. I suppose now. It would be hard to explain the large crusty spot in the bedroom.

He laid it down and then placed himself on top of it and went right back to work. He seemed enamored by my sheath. All of his attention was on it. He switched from one finger to two fingers. There was more than enough room for them.

I decided that Curtis needed some loving as well. With him completely beneath me, all I could see was his feet, so that's what I went for.

I never had a foot fetish. I didn't mind then, well I never thought about them, but I found myself liking the salty taste that I found between his toes.

He couldn't help but giggle as I dragged my tongue up and down his feet. The laughing shook the fingers that were in my sheath and he slipped another and then another until he managed to have his entire hand in my sheath, fully wrapping his hand around my cock, using my pre as lube to stroke up and down my shaft causing even part of his arm to be swallowed up by my sheath.

It really turned me on to look down and see his arm sliding in and out of my sheath, stroking me and teasing the knot that was buried at the back of that fleshy tunnel.

Then he went even further. With a push that lifted his upper body off the ground, he shoved his hand as far back as he could, reaching well past my knot and bringing his shoulder flush with the opening of my sheath. I felt so full down there and my knees nearly buckled with the shear amount of pleasure that spasms through my body.

"Like that?"

Like he had to ask. Pre was nearly gushing out from around the seal that his arm made with my opening, leaking all over his body and his face, giving his skin a sheen.

I could feel my knot already forming, and my cock wasn't even outside the sheath! He arm fucked my whole, wrapping his fingers and his arm around my rod, and I couldn't help but hump down as well against his pushes.

I drooled all over his feet, drenching them to the point of pruning as I could no longer control the flow of bodily fluids that were coming out of me from either end. I don't think the carpet was going to survive, despite the single towel that was easily drenched with so much of my DNA.

My breathing became erratic as I was approaching my climax already. My cock wanted to be free of its prison, but there wasn't enough room between the flesh wall and Curtis' arm for it to get out, so it remained inside, building pressure as it became engorged to the point where the pressure was slightly uncomfortable.

Curtis listened in on the cues I was giving and then somehow managed to get a second hand in. Just the hand. Something would tear if he put another arm in me. Instead, he teased the tip of my cock with the palm of his hand. I let out a long whine of want as he did so. The feeling was so overpowering.

Then what did send me over was when he grabbed my knot, way up inside of me. He gripped it, wrapping his fingers around the back and gave me a mighty squeeze.

I let out a long howl as I came, still inside of my sheath. Cum gushed out of me, backfilling into my sheath before spraying out of the small space that it could. My sheath visibly filled up, inflating comically so. Spurt after spurt left me as months of pent up energy was spent all at once and then some. I couldn't stop the incredible amounts of cum that came out of me, splattering all over Curtis.

He kept a tight grip on me, tugging on my knot to keep the fake tie going and my constant cumming as well. It lasted a better part of twenty minutes before my body just couldn't really produce enough to keep the orgasm going and finally, he let go and let his arm slide out of my sheath with slurp noise. I shivered as he did so, still feeling the contact of his skin on my cock.

Along with his arm came all of the cum that had been trapped up there as well. It quickly joined the mess that had fallen onto Curtis.

"How was that?" He tried to scrape the ocean of cum that had collected on him, without success.

I lent him my tongue. I slowly, starting from his waist and moving up, I licked up my own mess. Internally I wanted to retch, but I didn't. I didn't stop either. I neither enjoyed nor hated it as I licked up the salty tasting mess.

I found that Curtis was ticklish and harassed him endlessly by tickling his sides and his neck with my tongue until finally, he was clean, but I wasn't done there. He had done me a great service, and I couldn't leave him without release.

His cock was hard and leaking. Already, the area at the base of his cock, which I had cleaned, already had a small puddle of his own pre. He had avoided touching himself this entire time, quite remarkable.

My tongue slowly rolled over his balls, wetting them and then his shaft. He took in a breath of air and watched as his entire shaft was covered in a slow rolling lick, the ridges of my taste buds giving plenty of texture.

Curtis enjoyed a healthy diet of lots of fruit. He always had something in each of his meals and that made his pre tasted sweet, a stark contrast to myself.

I didn't swallow his cock right away. There was something that I had always wanted to do before.

My tongue went down past his balls and to his taint and then even farther until I was where it started. I dug my tongue underneath him and up and then down his crack, getting but a slight taste of his puckered hole. More pungent and bitter.

He moaned. I guess he liked that.

I crouched down to get a better angle and pressed my nose deep in between his legs with his balls resting on top of my muzzle. I continued to lap at his hole and slowly pressing more and more in, allowing his virgin ass to adjust to the tongue fuck I was about to give him.

His hand went down to his cock and slowly stroked himself in sync with my lappings which were pushing into him now.

His sphincter clenched around my tongue each time I pushed farther into him until my nose was right up against his opening. I swirled my tongue around until I felt the familiar bulge of the prostate.

He groaned and shifted as I pressed my muscular tongue against his male g-spot. I massaged it as much as I could, pulling my tongue in and out in a jacksaw motion until he clenched down with all his might in his orgasm.

His cum went up several feet in the first shot before coming back down and landing on him. He blew several more loads before coming back down from his orgasm.

I slid my tongue back out of him and helped him clean up. He tasted like a sweet fruit pastry; I kid you not. I could eat him up all day.

"Get up here." He pulled me closer and kissed me on the side of the muzzle. I opened my mouth and our tongues made contact for moment.

"Ahh." He pulled back. "We both know where that's been." He laughed and pulled me into a hug, letting me slowly lay down and rest next to him. "I needed that. Thank you." He kissed me one more time.

We laid there for a time, cooling down from our high. Then the phone rang.

"Figures." He rolled his eyes and got up to answer it in the living room.

I stayed in the bedroom while he spoke with whoever was on the other line, drifting on the edge of sleep until he came back.

"Up and at' em." He yelled. "Another robbery at a bank. Two in one day. I'm taking a quick shower. Be ready, it looks like we're pulling an all-nighter." He grinned and the innuendo didn't fail to pass by me.