Here goes. It's not really fairy story per se... but it's certainly not a normal slam-bang story. Here's part 1, I've not started on part 2 yet.

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I am a dog - Part I

by the Qmoq (c) 2006, like anyone would want to copy it

I’m a dog, I must be a dog. I know I think like a human, but I crawl to the mirror on the wardrobe, and saw the face of a dog. I turn to the side, and see the sleek body of a border collie. But here’s the thing, I’m sure I was a woman. I have memories of being a woman, that bed over there, I would bet my Winalot that I used to sleep on that mattress, under that duvet, and with someone, with a human man, I think. Did I dream it?

Oh my god, what was that? My… my cunt just shivered. I guess I must be a bitch, mustn’t I? And I think I’m in season. Oh my lord. God, it wriggled again, what is wrong with me today? Can’t I control myself? Am I in season?

“Annie?” shouted a voice. It’s him! My owner! Now him I do remember. I turn on my feet, and scramble down the stairs. Oh golly, I hope he has some food for me, it feels like three days since I’ve eaten. I scamper into the kitchen, and see him. Oh my, he looks gorgeous. Six feet tall if he’s an inch, and he’s opening a can of juicy dog food for me with a warm smile on his face. My pussy shivers again, a little more this time, and I realise that it’s him I want to fuck, not another dog.

He upends the can into my bowl, and grabs the back of my collar to hold me back when I lean in to eat it. I slobber lustily onto the tiles as he sprinkles some white powder onto the top of the food, and then the phone rings. I whimper quietly as he drags me over to the wall where the phone hung. He picks it up, and I hear every syllable, but I just can’t understand what I am hearing. “Yeah god, thanks for that, she really thinks she’s a dog, it’s incredible!” He paused. I jumped up at him, he swats my face away with a push. “Naked, yes! [another pause] I don’t know, another day or two, no more. I want my Annabell back, you know? I do love the bones of her, after all.” He paused again, and looked down at me longingly. My tail wagged at my name – the only word I understood. Then he spoke into the phone one last time. “I know. I am a soppy bastard, aren’t I?”

He hangs up, and lets go of my collar. Remembering the food, I scamper forwards and dive my face into the bowl, taking a large mouthful of meaty dogfood chunks in my mouth. I chew and realise how delicious it is, but the white powder has a strange taste that I don’t like much. I sneeze, and hear a laugh, followed by footsteps. I feel the brush of his slacks against my side as I take another bite of dinner.

He rubs the top of my head, and I smile as I continue to eat, then his hands stroke my back, and it almost feels as though I don’t have any fur at all on there, it’s hard to describe. And then… then his hand tickles my side, and moves under me, to rub my nipples. He just runs his fingers back and forth over them, a soft touch but quite deliberate, and I think my reaction pleases him, because he laughs out loud. I wag my tail a little more and arch my back to brush harder against him.

He stops the rubbing, and even before he stands up, I have rolled over onto my back, legs apart, looking at him plaintively, desperate for another tickle. He stares at me for a few moments, looking me up and down with a great deal of contemplation, a hand deep in each of his pockets. I shrug, look down, and lean forwards to try to lick myself. I can! I can, and it pleases me no end when I realise that if I turn to my side, my arm shoves my breast up closer to my mouth and I can lick the nipple that he had been scratching. I continue to lick it, and I can see his hands go deeper into his pockets. At that point, my cunt took another spasm, my nipples were hard as stale dogbiscuits. I was definitely in season. I wanted to fuck something.

End of part I