Kyle had some friends in… weird places. He worked for a guy who indulged in the occasional unethical experiment. You were one of those experiments; he had turned you into a dog hybrid, you have ears, a tail, even paws, claws, and sharp teeth.

As soon as Kyle laid eyes on you he cringed. He had claimed that he’d put you down. But now here you were, sleeping on the couch with him, a muzzle tight around your face. You were whining and squirming around while drooling, clinging tight to Kyle.