Dante paced around his room in deep thoughts wondering how the pretty lady ended up on his bed.
He recalled the memories of the day before, and no matter how he went over those memories the pretty girl laying on his bed couldn't fit into any of those memories.
He sat down on the bed next to the pretty lady, his gazed penetrating into her very soul.
"I don't think I have ever seen her face." He mumbled under his breath. He ruffles his head in frustration annoyed by his memory. He wondered if the world was playing a prank on him, cause it wasn't a funny one.
Deep in her slumber Cookie could feel heated gazed on her and she wondered why her master would stare at her in such way.
She yawns stretching her body, opening both her eyes.
She stared at her master curiously wondering why he was in some kind of daze.
"Who are you?" Dante asked on seeing the strange lady has woken up.
"I'm your dog." Came the strange lady reply. Wait! Cookie brain stopped processing for a few seconds... she wondered if it was her who just spoke in that voice.
"What? My dog? Who the fuck are you and what are you doing on my bed!!" Dante growled at her impatiently.
Was she sent by some organization...?
She most be highly trained to be able to infiltrate the red house..?
But why would she be naked on my bed..?
What's her play here...?.... This thoughts passed through Dante's mind.
"What do you mean! I'm your dog! Cookie!" Cookie yelled back equally. Her hands involuntarily went up to her mouth in shock. The voice! It came again... she thinks.
"Wow. I have a mad woman in my house and she even knows my dog name." Dante roars in laughter, staring at the naked pretty lady in shock.
He must admit, the perky nipples displaying on the unknown pretty girl's chest were distracting just a tiny bit.
If his enemies thinks they would seduce him into surrender, they would have to think again.
"How, how am I speaking. I'm... I'm not barking master. I'm not barking!!" Cookie yells excitedly jumping on the bed on all fours paying no attention to her master's words.
"What are you doing! Stop that! Stop jumping on my bed!" Dante yelled pointing his index finger at her angrily.
Did I wake up at the wrong side of bed? Am I still sleeping?.... He thinks sighing.
"Why are you shouting at me, are you not supposed to be surprise that your dog is talking now." Cookie exclaims eyes glaring at Dante.
"There she goes again. How are you my dog? You are a fucking woman, lady!"
If there was a way to smack some sense into a person's brain, Dante would have done that for the strange woman.
"What! Me! Woman!" Cookie stares at him confuse, she looks down at her hands and legs and for some reason she had no fur.
"What, what is going on. What happened to my fur, why do I have a skin." She questions gazing at her hands and legs in amazement.
Yeah, she's definitely mad... Dante concludes.
Cookie crawled out of the bed and to the corner of the room where there was a huge mirror hanging on the wall.
Still on all fours, she stared at her reflection in the mirror gaping in amazement.
"Master! I'm a woman! My hands and legs are so long, and I have boobs! And a vagina, okay I have always had a vagina. But this feels amazing to look at." Cookie dips a finger inside her private part in fascination.
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The Mafia's Dog Turned Pretty
FantasyCookie a dog owned by the mafia lord Dante had always had an excessive love for her master and hated every girl her masters sleeps with. On a special night cookie made a wish and her deepest desires was granted....
