'Sequel' STORY

I’m back baby.

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The seconds ticked by agonizingly as Lucy sat on the edge of her chair, dreading the response. Finally, Mr. Arbicha looked up and inquired, “Would you be available for... sequels, if the producers so choose?” “Yes, of course,” Lucy exclaimed, then catching herself and sitting back, trying to look calm. The man sat back in his chair, thinking. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, “...We MIGHT have a part for you, in an upcoming production.” “Really?!” Lucy’s face lit up before she squelched the emotion; she had to keep her excitement in check, she was well aware that she was THIS close to blowing the interview.

Mr. Arbicha sighed, almost reluctantly. “Sign your name here,” he said in resignation, pulling a contract out of the desk. Lucy carefully leaned forward and attempted her best signature, knowing that any slipup even now could result in the man choosing another actress over herself. When she finished, he pressed a button on the desk and said “Marilyn, we may have a girl for the Tralee picture. Is he available?” Pause. “Yes,” it buzzed, “He’s almost finished lunch. I’ll send him in.” “Thanks doll.”

He leaned forward, the same unimpressed expression reappearing on his face as he glanced at Lucy, then turned his attention to some paperwork sitting on his desk. Lucy fidgeted nervously, unsure what to do. She felt enormously uncomfortable, and to top it all off something felt wrong underneath her skirt. She continued to wriggle, in what she hoped was a subtle fashion, until much to her dismay she felt her skirt rip and something tickled her butt. She twisted slightly to inspect the damage and saw a blond furred, fluffy, dog-like tail sticking out from under her skirt and running sideways off the chair. She suppressed a yelp. “Is something wrong?” Mr. Arbicha immediately inquired, giving her a cold look. “Noth-Nothing!” She stuttered out, images of eviction and prostitution flashing through her mind. She could deal with the random tail growth later, right now she needed to land this gig so she actually had some health care to turn to!

Her legs tingled slightly and she absentmindedly reached to scratch, startled at first as she felt fur growing in, before being distracted by a loud “Pop, pop,” as her shoes gave way, and her naked feet shaking the remains off. Mr. Arbicha suddenly spun his chair to glare at her, and she flinched in anticipation. “MISS, um, can I call you Lucy? Good. DESPITE what you may have heard in various DVD commentaries, or from your so called ‘experienced’ friends, a film set is a place of discipline. We will NOT tolerate...” The berating continued as she felt the skirt snap and fall to the floor as her hips widened slightly, and despite clinging to the man’s every word she felt and saw movement in the corners of her eyes. She went cross-eyed trying to track her nose as it seemed to extend forward, the tip turning black and vaguely shiny as it began to reach its maximum, stopping at what seemed like almost a foot away from her eyes. She looked back at Mr. Arbicha still ranting away, his hands moving for the first time in the interview to help illustrate his anger. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t commenting on her face turning into a giant dog muzzle, but she wasn’t going to point it out to him- it was probably nothing after all, if there was actually something wrong he’d be all over it! Her ears suddenly felt the tickle of hair rushing past and she instinctively reached up to brush it back, then continued reaching past the blank spot where her left ear should have been to feel a giant, triangular protrusion sticking out of the hair on the top of her head.

“LUCY! Are you even LISTENING to me?!” Her hand flew down. “Yarf!” Oh god, she thought, I meant to say yes! He leaned forward, his eyes slitting in an ugly display of suspicion. She nodded vigorously rather than risk another disastrous attempt at speech, feeling a little dizzy as the long object sticking out of her face seemed to follow her up and down.

He paused for a moment like he might say something, then leaned back slightly and continued to question her appropriateness for the job. She suddenly felt her shirt begin to grow tight around her bust, which in turn pressed it harder against her chest. She crossed her arms in a panicked attempt to cover it up, noticing that they had turned the same blond color as her tail and that her hands were warped, looking almost like animal paws, but she couldn’t be distracted now- if Arbicha suspected for a moment that she wasn’t paying attention again, she was gone. At that moment she felt her already tight shirt give way from the added pressure of her expanding boobs, and she quickly straightened her arms and pressed her paws against the chair to hold the front of the shirt in place, at least until he looked away and she could get out of there. To her horror, the her boobs continued expanding for just a moment longer, pulling the shirt away from her arms and causing the top to fold over, fully exposing her breasts. She craned her neck down to assess the situation and accidentally jammed her muzzle into her exposed cleavage. She looked up, forcing a weak smile as she made eye contact.

Mr. Arbicha had finally paused, staring at her with disgust. He put a hand to his forehead. “Give me your shirt,” he said, motioning. She slid it off quickly, ripping what remained of the seams, and squeezed it between both paws to make up for the fact that she couldn’t seem to get a hold of it. She blushed furiously, wishing she could just crawl into a hole in the ground as she covered her exposed boobs with her arms, her ears tilting back in dismay, wondering why he didn’t just kick her out right then and there.

He leaned forward to confirm her exposed crotch. “And the rest of it,” he demanded. She gingerly pulled the skirt out from under her bottom and offered it draped over her paw, noting to her dismay that there was nothing remaining to cover her yellow curves. Her mother was right; underwear is bloody important, she thought she had as she struggled to scoop up her torn shoes with her enlarged feet. “Get off the chair, bend over, and get them,” Arbicha drawled slowly as if talking to a child. She slid off the chair and immediately fell forward without even trying, landing on her hands and knees. Giving up on trying to pick things up with her useless hands, she simply scooped the torn material toward her mouth, managing to snag both shoes at once. She then crawled out from under the desk on all fours, turned around and stood quickly, placing her front paws on the desk to maintain balance, her larger boobs squished between her arms. He reached out with both hands and took the shoes from her waiting mouth, then took the whole pile of ruined clothing and slid it into an open drawer, closing it with a click. “Good girl,” he said without smiling, but a quick scratch behind her ears with one hand made her heart rise a little.

“Down!” He commanded, and she immediately crouched sitting on her hind legs, her forepaws pressed to the ground, without taking her eyes off him. She rolled her tongue out and her tail began wagging in a weak attempt at a peace offering.

“Good girl.” Her hope rose from nil to nil plus one. “Speak!” She immediately let out two loud barks, then began panting, her boobs lightly bouncing against her arms.

“Good giiiirl!” He said without smiling. There was a knock at the door. “Ah, just in time. Come in!” A tall, well dressed man opened the door and strolled into the room, closing it behind him. “Ah, Mr. Arbicha, you came through for us! I love the black fur markings on the head, nice touch.” Still crouching, Lucy turned to face the new man, her tail wagging furiously at the compliment.

Lucy looked and saw Mr. Arbicha smiling for the first time since she had walked in. “Welcome Mr. Tralee. We had to do a lot of searching, but we think we might have found a candidate that even exceeds your requirements. As you’ll see here in the paper work under ‘dog’s name’, her handlers called her ‘Lucy’.” Wait a sec, wasn’t that where she had signed earlier? Did it actually say “dog’s name”?

“That’s kind of a human-ish name for a dog,” Mr. Tralee said, placing his hands on his hips. Lucy stopped panting and tilted her head. Dog? Where was this dog they were talking about? “We might have to change it down the line. She’s fully trained, I assume.”

“’Course. Lucy, shake hands!” Hah, such an easy skill test after such an intensive interview! Lucy held out a paw and Tralee clasped it, shaking it up and down. Arbicha continued, “She’s completely submissive if you simply use a strict voice with her. We even managed to find one that looks rather humanoid, like you requested, though it miiight be a little... excessive.” He said, mock cupping invisible breasts against his chest. Tralee paused, staring. “Hm, I see what you mean. Well, we can strap them down if the censors give us grief, and hell- This opens her to pornographic work in her off time. Heh, I’ve seen weirder crap sell on the net! Remember that art website you showed me...” Their voices seemed to trail off as Lucy’s eyes widened and she tried to voice an objection, but all that came out was a frantic cross between a whine and a bark. She attempted to move, but the previous command held fast in her mind and her body refused to budge. Something was very wrong here- no one had discussed porn with her! But then, why else would they have gotten her naked and made her pose like this? Oh god!

“Well, if that’s everything, you know where to reach me.” Arbicha concluded, reaching out and shaking hands with Tralee. “A pleasure doing business with you,” Tralee confirmed. Lucy’s mind in the mean time was finally starting to chug along now that her employment had been confirmed, and she had a lot to think about- why she hasn’t Tralee said anything to her yet, why neither man was objecting to her nudity, why they were bossing her around like an animal, why her obvious physical deformities weren’t cause for alarm- She had a tail, for god’s sake! And paws, and her face and ears were longer, and her nose was black and wet, and she had turned yellow with... fur! Fear returned to her as she struggled to put her paw on what it all added up to, but couldn’t for the life of her...

“Say, we’ve even got her booked for sequels if you were considering it...,” Arbicha offered. Tralee laughed. “Of course, we’ve already got half a script written for the second movie; It’s pretty much a given with kid’s films these days. But first we have to see if ‘Lassie’s Girlfriend’ pulls in as much as we expect. This dog of yours gives us a pretty decent shot without blowing the budget on CGI.” He kneeled and scratched her head. That’s it; they’re treating me like a dog! But why... she twisted again, her mouth dropping in realization as she stared at her wagging tail, her furry backside- That bastard Arbicha had changed her into a dog so she could be sold to the highest bidder, and she was being sold into an eight year movie deal! She tried to say something, tell them that she hadn’t had any of these parts up until a minute ago, maybe pull her ripped clothing out of the desk drawer, but all she could do was sit and grimace in shame as she watched her tail wag back and forth.

Arbicha laughed. “I’ll see ya later, Tralee. Let me know how that freaky porno thing works out.” “Of course. Tell the wife I said ‘Hi’. Lucy, come girl! We get to go have a look-see at your own personal kennel now!” The curvy dog seemed like it was going to protest for a moment, but then much to its own surprise it stood on all fours and began following the man reluctantly.

Arbicha stared at the girl’s naked ass as she sauntered away from the desk, somehow easily compensating for her long legs and short arms as she went, and followed it until the hot piece of tail disappeared behind the door. What a waste of a perfectly sexy chick. Ah, well, he thought, returning to his paperwork, that porn video will definitely be something to see. He smiled; perhaps they would require an equally humanoid alpha to get the job done. He certainly knew where they could find one.





Yeah, I don’t think Arbicha is a real name either. Couldn’t think of anything better lol

I did a background for it but I felt it wrecked the picture; you can see it [link] Plus, if you use your imagination that pose is good for like half the story instead of just one part.

The image was done in Photoshop CS5; I sketched it, filled in the solid colors, then did the black/white shading on an overlapping gray layer set to “Hard Light”, in case you wanted to try replicating it. Liberal use was made of the smearing and brush tools. The blue light is on a separate layer.


Oh, and I’ll be on hiatus again come September.