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Another story set in a world being invaded by transformative canines. By myself and 
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Sirian Invasion: Leader of the Free Pack
by born2beagator and ajm8888
Anubis drank in the Earth air for the first time in a thousand years. It had been to long since the alien king ruled. Now he was back to correct his mistakes. It started innocently enough, with the transformation of a neighborhood into members of his race, but now he was going for the jugular early. The president of the supposed most powerful country in the world. If he could change him, things will go a lot more smoothly. He took his rather handsome human form and approached the mansion gates. Two men stood there.
The African-American agent in a black suit held out his hand. “Excuse me sir who are you?” the man asked in a no nonsense tone.
“My name is Anubis.” He said simply.
“Do you have an appointment?” the agent asked seriously. The other agent put his hand to his ear listening to the earbud in his ear.
“Wow, you are so loyal. I admire that quality.” Anubis said.
“Thank you sir but I will ask for the last time do you have an appointment?” The agent asked growing more annoyed.
“No...but you have one! With fun!!!” Anubis said taking out a tennis ball. “Who wants the ball!!” He said in a babying tone.
The agents looked at each other before moving towards Anubis. “Sir can you come with us.” It seemed they were going to try and arrest him.
But the Sirian king was not phased. “Whose a good boy! Who wants the ball!!!”” He asked excitedly.
“Come on sir. We’re going to take you to a nice place where you can play by yourself with the ball.” The other agent seemed interested in the ball though, stealing glances at it.
Anubis took note of this behavior and turned to the man. “I know you want the ball!” He said.
The agent stared at the ball. He did want it, his partner was confused with what was going on. “Hendricks. pay attention!”
“But Hank the ball…” the other agent grabbed at it.
Anubis pulled it back, laughing. “Ah ah! You need to be a good boy for me to give you the ball.” He smirked and pulled out another. “I have two!”
“Why would I want the ball?” the first agent seemed to be paying more attention now. Hendricks reached at the ball again.
“Because balls are fun!!!” Anubis said. He wasn’t even attempting to make these two anthros. “What are your names?” He asked.
The white agent happily replied, “Mark Hendricks!”
The African American agent eyed Anubis suspiciously, “Hank Reed, why?”
Anubis snuck a glance at the human called Hendricks’ behind. He had a slowly growing bulge in his suit. “Mark you seem like such a happy fellow!” Anubis praised, purposely ignoring Hank.
“Yes I am.” he smiled happily. His butt wagging slightly.
“You are such a good boy! Yes you are!!! So loyal!” Anubis praised, casting a glance towards Hank now and then.
“Look we’ll take the balls but what do you want?” Hank asked he looked like he wanted the other ball.
“I know what Hendricks wants.” Anubis said in a conspiratorial tone.
“Yes I want the ball.” Hendricks said happily but also in a commanding tone.
“Hank?” Anubis said looking to the other, whose skin was slowly growing fuzzy.
“Yes I want the ball!” Hank said in the same tone as his partner.
Anubis laughed. “On one condition.” He pulled out an extra potent piece of meteorite.
“What?” they both asked, cocking their heads. Both men had wagging behinds.
“First...SIT!” Anubis commanded firmly.
Both men sat at the command. They both opened their mouths, tongues flopping out. Anubis knelt down and held the meteor close.
“What are you?” He asked.
“Secret Service dogs.” Hendricks replied.
“Yeah!” Hank smiled.
As if sensing their acceptance, their pants ripped around their tails. “Yes! Now, I want you to take these balls, and this rock, to the other dogs! Go on boys! Go go go!!!” Anubis said clapping.
The two agents grabbed the balls and the rock and ran off towards the secret service barracks. Anubis saw Hendricks ears begin to elongate as they did so. His path was clear.
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Jeffrey Pearson was tired he had trouble sleeping most nights thanks to his job. His wife was away on a charity trip to Pakistan and his kids were at his mother in-law’s in Wisconsin. But if he wanted a good night sleep Jeff Pearson would never have ran for president. The point for this vacation was to get some rest. He told his people that unless there was a war, not to wake him.
Sadly someone had let a lot of Secret Service dogs loose. He heard all the barking. “Damn it.” Even on vacation he was not free from the burdens on office. Jeff put on his robe and looked out of his window to a whole pack of dogs. “Why is the secret service allowing this?” he murmured.
The President went to the bathroom and began his morning routine.
The barking continued.
The President elected to ignore it for now. He was brushing his teeth. There was a knock on the door.
The President figured it must be his daily intelligence brief. Even on vacation the business of government continued. He walked to the door and opened it. He was confused. “Where’s Tony?”
Suddenly a jackal stepped out of the bushes, and behind it a strange looking person. It looked like a two legged jackal, covered in scant gold jewelry.
“Good morning Mr. President.” It said in a deep voice.
The President looked over the thing in front of him, was the Secret Service or his chief of staff trying to play a prank on him? “What the hell are supposed be? Halloween isn’t for another couple of months.”
“My name is Anubis.” He said.
“Look if Rick sent you, I don’t want a prank.” the President rubbed his temple. “I am more impressed you got a jackal into Colorado.” The Commander and Chief walked back to his kitchenette.
“Might as well come in. I bet Tony is on the prank as well. No offense but the Secret Service wouldn’t let a nut waltz in. So they gotta be in on it.”
But Anubis followed him in. “This IS Tony.” Anubis said.
The President arched his eyebrow. “No Tony is a twenty-two year veteran of the Secret Service from El Paso. He is not a jackal.” the President pulled out some luncheon meat. He was making a simple sandwich.
Anubis closed the door. “He is a very loyal jackal. Mr. President, we need to talk.”
“Tony is very loyal but he is not a dog.” The president continued making his sandwich. “What do you want?”
“Tell me, did you have a pack of dogs here?” Anubis asked, sitting in a chair, tail waving languidly.
“No but somebody could have brought them in.” the president began to eat his sandwich.
He chuckled. “Where is your secret service?” Anubis said, producing a pair of suit pants with a ragged hole in the back.
“Hiding in the bunker.” was the president’s quick reply. “I mean so the pants look new, it still doesn’t mean my protective detail of men and women are now dogs. That is impossible.” replied the president as he walked off to the sink and clean the sliverware.
“I mean even if you’re Anubis, why me? I slept through world history.” the President laughed.
Anubis laughed heartily. “The Anubis you heard about in your primitive human class was a sham.”
“Okay so what did you build the pyramids then?” The President smiled he turned to face the sitting creature or it could be a man in a suit.
“As a matter of fact, I did. They were hangars for my ships.”
Jeff laughed again. “You expect me to believe this? I have a country to run.”
“So to business. That is what I came to you about. The world is changing.” Anubis said.
“Well it is always changing but continue.” Jeff yawned. He was thinking if he wanted to dress in jeans or khakis.
“Lisa! Here girl!” Anubis called. In came a naked woman, though she was covered in white and black spotted fur. Her tail wagged and she panted as she walked on two legs shakily. Her hands were closer to paws. Her face was a short muzzle, with a long tongue hanging out of her mouth.
“Yeth?” she replied.
“How are you girl.” Anubis asked, trying not to laugh at the president’s gaping expression.
“Good why.” she noticed the President. “Oh hi sir!” she reeled her tongue into her mouth.
The President didn’t reply. He just nodded.
“Lisa where is the rest of the secret service?” Anubis asked as fur crept over the uncovered skin.
“Outside having fun but still guarding.” replied the happy dog woman. The President was still dumbfounded.
Anubis rose and petted her. “Why aren’t you out there with them being a good dog?”
“You asked me here.” Lisa whined. “I mean you promised me a treat.”
Anubis laughed and took out a milk bone and tossed it to her. “Ok girl. Are you ready to join the pack?”
Lisa grabbed it with her mouth and ate it quickly. She barked at Anubis. The President just remained silent. Lisa suddenly started morphing. Within seconds, a dalmatian stood there, a happy, dumb look on its face. It barked once then ran out the door.
Anubis looked up. “Well?”
“You’re a monster. You have no right to do that to those people!” the President said upset. “I will not let you take over my country and if you do turn me into a dog my people will fight you.”
Anubis laughed. “You’ve got me all wrong. I don’t want to turn you into a dog. I want you to join my race and help lead the world into a glorious future.”
“History is full of people who have promised the same and it has led to ruin.” the President glared.
“What is the name Anubis to you?” The king asked.
“The name of an old god. No longer worshiped. No need to be anymore.” The President venomously replied.
Anubis laughed. “A facade. I am Anubis. And I’m no god. I am what your people would call...an alien.” The king started letting his power flow.
“I don’t care. You had no right to do that to my security detail. They are...were good people. You changed them without their consent. For all I care you’re a bully. I don’t like bullies.”
“Consent? Take a look at the security feed.” Anubis said with a smile.
“Yes and you could have made him consent through mind control or something like that.” The President said as he went to the security console to watch the feed. He saw footage of Agent Davidson
He saw the agent beg the creature in the lodge The agent grew a tail, fur, shed his clothes and became a full Great Dane. He wasn’t even that big of a man before.
“You won’t change my opinion that you forced this on my agents.”
“Mr. President. Think about it. A world without war. No need for money. Just happiness. That is what I am offering if you take up the Sirian cause.” Anubis said.
“And we throw away art, science, movies, and literature. All the good humanity has done would be erased. What kind of choice is that?”
“Things that more often than not glorify violence. Look at them. Is not enjoyment of life more important than anything?” Anubis said pointing out the window where the pack of dogs was having the time of their lives chasing their tails, balls, anything that moved.
“But I won’t be the last President of the United States. I cannot allow that.”
“Not only will you not be the last, you will be the only president. A Sirian president. You see the dogs out there are ferals. You will be like me.” Anubis said.
“The only president? I think the other world leaders would oppose that. From Russia to the UK I doubt they’d capitulate.”.
Anubis laughed. “I said nothing about the hostile takeover of Earth. Those leaders will eventually join you. The world is changing Mr. President. You can either change with it, or be left behind.”
“What would happen to my family? I’d like them to be like me if possible.” the president asked.
“Of course they would. They will be anthros of your new race.” Anubis said hopefully. Was the leader of the free world really considering this?
The President looked at his hands. “Want to go for a walk?” he asked Anubis.
Anubis nodded. Where was the human taking this?
“I am going to get dressed. I won’t run.” The President went into his room and put on khaki pants, a flannel shirt, hiking boots and a hat.
“So want to walk around the pond?” the President offered.
“Sure.” Anubis said, following the human curiously.
Jeff threw a rock into the pond. “So if you turn me what would the speed be?”
“Speed?” Anubis blinked.
“How fast would I change?” Jeff clarified.
“Quickly.” Anubis said. “If you changed slow you would go feral. The human mind cannot take the sensations of the change. They lose themselves to them. Become what you know as dogs.”
“What other dog related animals do you have?” the president wondered if the change could be directed.
“You have one chosen for you already. A wolf.” Anubis said.
“Cool. So would I still be able to govern?”
“Well most would be ferals. Things won’t be nearly as hard as they are now.”
“And just making sure you don’t go back on a what you said before, my family would be the same as me?”
“Yes...and when you return to office, here is the story I am feeding to the world. There is no such thing as a human. Everyone is a dog. They are just sick. Your policies will be centered around advancing the Sirian cause.” Anubis held out a meteor. “Take this.”
Jeff took the meteor. “Okay, what’s next?”
Gray fur pushed out of his hand and began rushing over him in a hairy wave.
“Okay this is funky.” Jeff laughed nervously, it did tickle. Warmth quickly covered him and something pushed at the back of his pants.
“This feels really weird!” The President giggled. “God this feel strange.” The pressure grew intense. He felt his underwear rip and the growing tail ram into his pants. The pants didn’t last long either as the lupine tail exploded out of the fabric.
“OH BOY! That feels good!” the President smiled. He felt great. His shoes ripped as large paws pushed him up into a digitigrade stance. A pressure took hold of his face.
“AH!” the President held out his arms as he readjusted his balance. “This pressure makes me want to AH-ah-CHOO!” His nose felt different. Wet.
Jeff touched his nose. It felt cold and moist. “At least I’m healthy.” He smiled at Anubis, Jeff at least kept his sense of humor. The fur rushed over his face as his hair sucked into his head. He could see his face melting forward in front of his eyes. Thoughts began to run through his head. He wanted to run wild and free, to howl, to mate.
The President lifted his head and let out a howl. After he finished he looked at Anubis, “God that felt good!” Came a deep more gravely voice.
Anubis just watched. The instincts would hit soon. He wanted to see how the new Sirian would handle them.
The President felt incredibly hot. Those clothes were so tight. So useless. Why should an animal like him hide his fur? The thoughts raced through his head as his ears melted upward.
The President began to undress himself in front of Anubis. He disrobed and sniffed in the air. A smile crossed his muzzle as he ran into the woods. He had a rabbit to get.
Anubis sighed. It was never a sure thing. He ran after the anthro wolf.
As the President ran in the woods a thought came into his head. He began to lean forward as he ran. It seemed to be a better way to run. But a part of him told him to stop.
Anubis watched the furry form of the President hunch over, clearly fighting with something.
The President stopped he began to stand back up. “Wow...that was different…”
Anubis laughed from behind him. “You just about went feral there.”
“Sorry it was just...overwhelming.” the President panted, his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Suddenly his back cracked, forcing him onto all fours. His fingers started to shrink.
“Stop ...it…” the President begged.
The alien king knelt by the degrading wolf’s side and ran a hand along the small of his back. “You are too important to live in the woods.”
“Thrreen stop it!” The President felt his mind fading but he was fighting it.
“Think of the mate and cubs you have waiting for you.” Anubis said. “Of the country of future Sirian and ferals that will need your leadership. As good as it feels, you cannot do that running wild in the woods.”
The President began to focus on his mate’s smiling face. His cubs and then America he had a duty as a father and as President he could not turn. “I am an Anthro!” he growled. Suddenly the pain on his back ceased and he was able to stand.
Anubis stood there comforting the new Sirian. “Now you see our gift and our curse. Why the Sirian race is disappearing.”
“I see.” the President panted. “So where do we go from here?” the President’s tail swished, rebalancing the wobbly leader.
“We are gifted with the instincts of our feral cousins. But it is very easy for us to devolve into ferals ourselves. It happens too often. The first thing you need to do is return to your family and help them through their change. Then what you are to do is to take this piece of our homeworld, and make sure it is installed where your leaders will come into contact with its glow.” Anubis said, handing him a large meteor.
“Okay. I hope I keep some of my staff. I need some help running the world Sirian or not.” Jeff held his hand out to hold the meteor. “You want some meat from the lodge?” the President offered.
Anubis smiled wickedly. “No, I want something more...alive. I think now that you know what to expect, it's time we indulged our feral side a little bit.” The jackal man snarled then ran off into the woods, on the scent of a deer.
“Hey don’t eat all of it!” the President ran after Anubis.
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Sirian Invasion: Leader of the Free Pack
by born2beagator and ajm8888
Anubis drank in the Earth air for the first time in a thousand years. It had been to long since the alien king ruled. Now he was back to correct his mistakes. It started innocently enough, with the transformation of a neighborhood into members of his race, but now he was going for the jugular early. The president of the supposed most powerful country in the world. If he could change him, things will go a lot more smoothly. He took his rather handsome human form and approached the mansion gates. Two men stood there.
The African-American agent in a black suit held out his hand. “Excuse me sir who are you?” the man asked in a no nonsense tone.
“My name is Anubis.” He said simply.
“Do you have an appointment?” the agent asked seriously. The other agent put his hand to his ear listening to the earbud in his ear.
“Wow, you are so loyal. I admire that quality.” Anubis said.
“Thank you sir but I will ask for the last time do you have an appointment?” The agent asked growing more annoyed.
“No...but you have one! With fun!!!” Anubis said taking out a tennis ball. “Who wants the ball!!” He said in a babying tone.
The agents looked at each other before moving towards Anubis. “Sir can you come with us.” It seemed they were going to try and arrest him.
But the Sirian king was not phased. “Whose a good boy! Who wants the ball!!!”” He asked excitedly.
“Come on sir. We’re going to take you to a nice place where you can play by yourself with the ball.” The other agent seemed interested in the ball though, stealing glances at it.
Anubis took note of this behavior and turned to the man. “I know you want the ball!” He said.
The agent stared at the ball. He did want it, his partner was confused with what was going on. “Hendricks. pay attention!”
“But Hank the ball…” the other agent grabbed at it.
Anubis pulled it back, laughing. “Ah ah! You need to be a good boy for me to give you the ball.” He smirked and pulled out another. “I have two!”
“Why would I want the ball?” the first agent seemed to be paying more attention now. Hendricks reached at the ball again.
“Because balls are fun!!!” Anubis said. He wasn’t even attempting to make these two anthros. “What are your names?” He asked.
The white agent happily replied, “Mark Hendricks!”
The African American agent eyed Anubis suspiciously, “Hank Reed, why?”
Anubis snuck a glance at the human called Hendricks’ behind. He had a slowly growing bulge in his suit. “Mark you seem like such a happy fellow!” Anubis praised, purposely ignoring Hank.
“Yes I am.” he smiled happily. His butt wagging slightly.
“You are such a good boy! Yes you are!!! So loyal!” Anubis praised, casting a glance towards Hank now and then.
“Look we’ll take the balls but what do you want?” Hank asked he looked like he wanted the other ball.
“I know what Hendricks wants.” Anubis said in a conspiratorial tone.
“Yes I want the ball.” Hendricks said happily but also in a commanding tone.
“Hank?” Anubis said looking to the other, whose skin was slowly growing fuzzy.
“Yes I want the ball!” Hank said in the same tone as his partner.
Anubis laughed. “On one condition.” He pulled out an extra potent piece of meteorite.
“What?” they both asked, cocking their heads. Both men had wagging behinds.
“First...SIT!” Anubis commanded firmly.
Both men sat at the command. They both opened their mouths, tongues flopping out. Anubis knelt down and held the meteor close.
“What are you?” He asked.
“Secret Service dogs.” Hendricks replied.
“Yeah!” Hank smiled.
As if sensing their acceptance, their pants ripped around their tails. “Yes! Now, I want you to take these balls, and this rock, to the other dogs! Go on boys! Go go go!!!” Anubis said clapping.
The two agents grabbed the balls and the rock and ran off towards the secret service barracks. Anubis saw Hendricks ears begin to elongate as they did so. His path was clear.
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Jeffrey Pearson was tired he had trouble sleeping most nights thanks to his job. His wife was away on a charity trip to Pakistan and his kids were at his mother in-law’s in Wisconsin. But if he wanted a good night sleep Jeff Pearson would never have ran for president. The point for this vacation was to get some rest. He told his people that unless there was a war, not to wake him.
Sadly someone had let a lot of Secret Service dogs loose. He heard all the barking. “Damn it.” Even on vacation he was not free from the burdens on office. Jeff put on his robe and looked out of his window to a whole pack of dogs. “Why is the secret service allowing this?” he murmured.
The President went to the bathroom and began his morning routine.
The barking continued.
The President elected to ignore it for now. He was brushing his teeth. There was a knock on the door.
The President figured it must be his daily intelligence brief. Even on vacation the business of government continued. He walked to the door and opened it. He was confused. “Where’s Tony?”
Suddenly a jackal stepped out of the bushes, and behind it a strange looking person. It looked like a two legged jackal, covered in scant gold jewelry.
“Good morning Mr. President.” It said in a deep voice.
The President looked over the thing in front of him, was the Secret Service or his chief of staff trying to play a prank on him? “What the hell are supposed be? Halloween isn’t for another couple of months.”
“My name is Anubis.” He said.
“Look if Rick sent you, I don’t want a prank.” the President rubbed his temple. “I am more impressed you got a jackal into Colorado.” The Commander and Chief walked back to his kitchenette.
“Might as well come in. I bet Tony is on the prank as well. No offense but the Secret Service wouldn’t let a nut waltz in. So they gotta be in on it.”
But Anubis followed him in. “This IS Tony.” Anubis said.
The President arched his eyebrow. “No Tony is a twenty-two year veteran of the Secret Service from El Paso. He is not a jackal.” the President pulled out some luncheon meat. He was making a simple sandwich.
Anubis closed the door. “He is a very loyal jackal. Mr. President, we need to talk.”
“Tony is very loyal but he is not a dog.” The president continued making his sandwich. “What do you want?”
“Tell me, did you have a pack of dogs here?” Anubis asked, sitting in a chair, tail waving languidly.
“No but somebody could have brought them in.” the president began to eat his sandwich.
He chuckled. “Where is your secret service?” Anubis said, producing a pair of suit pants with a ragged hole in the back.
“Hiding in the bunker.” was the president’s quick reply. “I mean so the pants look new, it still doesn’t mean my protective detail of men and women are now dogs. That is impossible.” replied the president as he walked off to the sink and clean the sliverware.
“I mean even if you’re Anubis, why me? I slept through world history.” the President laughed.
Anubis laughed heartily. “The Anubis you heard about in your primitive human class was a sham.”
“Okay so what did you build the pyramids then?” The President smiled he turned to face the sitting creature or it could be a man in a suit.
“As a matter of fact, I did. They were hangars for my ships.”
Jeff laughed again. “You expect me to believe this? I have a country to run.”
“So to business. That is what I came to you about. The world is changing.” Anubis said.
“Well it is always changing but continue.” Jeff yawned. He was thinking if he wanted to dress in jeans or khakis.
“Lisa! Here girl!” Anubis called. In came a naked woman, though she was covered in white and black spotted fur. Her tail wagged and she panted as she walked on two legs shakily. Her hands were closer to paws. Her face was a short muzzle, with a long tongue hanging out of her mouth.
“Yeth?” she replied.
“How are you girl.” Anubis asked, trying not to laugh at the president’s gaping expression.
“Good why.” she noticed the President. “Oh hi sir!” she reeled her tongue into her mouth.
The President didn’t reply. He just nodded.
“Lisa where is the rest of the secret service?” Anubis asked as fur crept over the uncovered skin.
“Outside having fun but still guarding.” replied the happy dog woman. The President was still dumbfounded.
Anubis rose and petted her. “Why aren’t you out there with them being a good dog?”
“You asked me here.” Lisa whined. “I mean you promised me a treat.”
Anubis laughed and took out a milk bone and tossed it to her. “Ok girl. Are you ready to join the pack?”
Lisa grabbed it with her mouth and ate it quickly. She barked at Anubis. The President just remained silent. Lisa suddenly started morphing. Within seconds, a dalmatian stood there, a happy, dumb look on its face. It barked once then ran out the door.
Anubis looked up. “Well?”
“You’re a monster. You have no right to do that to those people!” the President said upset. “I will not let you take over my country and if you do turn me into a dog my people will fight you.”
Anubis laughed. “You’ve got me all wrong. I don’t want to turn you into a dog. I want you to join my race and help lead the world into a glorious future.”
“History is full of people who have promised the same and it has led to ruin.” the President glared.
“What is the name Anubis to you?” The king asked.
“The name of an old god. No longer worshiped. No need to be anymore.” The President venomously replied.
Anubis laughed. “A facade. I am Anubis. And I’m no god. I am what your people would call...an alien.” The king started letting his power flow.
“I don’t care. You had no right to do that to my security detail. They are...were good people. You changed them without their consent. For all I care you’re a bully. I don’t like bullies.”
“Consent? Take a look at the security feed.” Anubis said with a smile.
“Yes and you could have made him consent through mind control or something like that.” The President said as he went to the security console to watch the feed. He saw footage of Agent Davidson
He saw the agent beg the creature in the lodge The agent grew a tail, fur, shed his clothes and became a full Great Dane. He wasn’t even that big of a man before.
“You won’t change my opinion that you forced this on my agents.”
“Mr. President. Think about it. A world without war. No need for money. Just happiness. That is what I am offering if you take up the Sirian cause.” Anubis said.
“And we throw away art, science, movies, and literature. All the good humanity has done would be erased. What kind of choice is that?”
“Things that more often than not glorify violence. Look at them. Is not enjoyment of life more important than anything?” Anubis said pointing out the window where the pack of dogs was having the time of their lives chasing their tails, balls, anything that moved.
“But I won’t be the last President of the United States. I cannot allow that.”
“Not only will you not be the last, you will be the only president. A Sirian president. You see the dogs out there are ferals. You will be like me.” Anubis said.
“The only president? I think the other world leaders would oppose that. From Russia to the UK I doubt they’d capitulate.”.
Anubis laughed. “I said nothing about the hostile takeover of Earth. Those leaders will eventually join you. The world is changing Mr. President. You can either change with it, or be left behind.”
“What would happen to my family? I’d like them to be like me if possible.” the president asked.
“Of course they would. They will be anthros of your new race.” Anubis said hopefully. Was the leader of the free world really considering this?
The President looked at his hands. “Want to go for a walk?” he asked Anubis.
Anubis nodded. Where was the human taking this?
“I am going to get dressed. I won’t run.” The President went into his room and put on khaki pants, a flannel shirt, hiking boots and a hat.
“So want to walk around the pond?” the President offered.
“Sure.” Anubis said, following the human curiously.
Jeff threw a rock into the pond. “So if you turn me what would the speed be?”
“Speed?” Anubis blinked.
“How fast would I change?” Jeff clarified.
“Quickly.” Anubis said. “If you changed slow you would go feral. The human mind cannot take the sensations of the change. They lose themselves to them. Become what you know as dogs.”
“What other dog related animals do you have?” the president wondered if the change could be directed.
“You have one chosen for you already. A wolf.” Anubis said.
“Cool. So would I still be able to govern?”
“Well most would be ferals. Things won’t be nearly as hard as they are now.”
“And just making sure you don’t go back on a what you said before, my family would be the same as me?”
“Yes...and when you return to office, here is the story I am feeding to the world. There is no such thing as a human. Everyone is a dog. They are just sick. Your policies will be centered around advancing the Sirian cause.” Anubis held out a meteor. “Take this.”
Jeff took the meteor. “Okay, what’s next?”
Gray fur pushed out of his hand and began rushing over him in a hairy wave.
“Okay this is funky.” Jeff laughed nervously, it did tickle. Warmth quickly covered him and something pushed at the back of his pants.
“This feels really weird!” The President giggled. “God this feel strange.” The pressure grew intense. He felt his underwear rip and the growing tail ram into his pants. The pants didn’t last long either as the lupine tail exploded out of the fabric.
“OH BOY! That feels good!” the President smiled. He felt great. His shoes ripped as large paws pushed him up into a digitigrade stance. A pressure took hold of his face.
“AH!” the President held out his arms as he readjusted his balance. “This pressure makes me want to AH-ah-CHOO!” His nose felt different. Wet.
Jeff touched his nose. It felt cold and moist. “At least I’m healthy.” He smiled at Anubis, Jeff at least kept his sense of humor. The fur rushed over his face as his hair sucked into his head. He could see his face melting forward in front of his eyes. Thoughts began to run through his head. He wanted to run wild and free, to howl, to mate.
The President lifted his head and let out a howl. After he finished he looked at Anubis, “God that felt good!” Came a deep more gravely voice.
Anubis just watched. The instincts would hit soon. He wanted to see how the new Sirian would handle them.
The President felt incredibly hot. Those clothes were so tight. So useless. Why should an animal like him hide his fur? The thoughts raced through his head as his ears melted upward.
The President began to undress himself in front of Anubis. He disrobed and sniffed in the air. A smile crossed his muzzle as he ran into the woods. He had a rabbit to get.
Anubis sighed. It was never a sure thing. He ran after the anthro wolf.
As the President ran in the woods a thought came into his head. He began to lean forward as he ran. It seemed to be a better way to run. But a part of him told him to stop.
Anubis watched the furry form of the President hunch over, clearly fighting with something.
The President stopped he began to stand back up. “Wow...that was different…”
Anubis laughed from behind him. “You just about went feral there.”
“Sorry it was just...overwhelming.” the President panted, his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Suddenly his back cracked, forcing him onto all fours. His fingers started to shrink.
“Stop ...it…” the President begged.
The alien king knelt by the degrading wolf’s side and ran a hand along the small of his back. “You are too important to live in the woods.”
“Thrreen stop it!” The President felt his mind fading but he was fighting it.
“Think of the mate and cubs you have waiting for you.” Anubis said. “Of the country of future Sirian and ferals that will need your leadership. As good as it feels, you cannot do that running wild in the woods.”
The President began to focus on his mate’s smiling face. His cubs and then America he had a duty as a father and as President he could not turn. “I am an Anthro!” he growled. Suddenly the pain on his back ceased and he was able to stand.
Anubis stood there comforting the new Sirian. “Now you see our gift and our curse. Why the Sirian race is disappearing.”
“I see.” the President panted. “So where do we go from here?” the President’s tail swished, rebalancing the wobbly leader.
“We are gifted with the instincts of our feral cousins. But it is very easy for us to devolve into ferals ourselves. It happens too often. The first thing you need to do is return to your family and help them through their change. Then what you are to do is to take this piece of our homeworld, and make sure it is installed where your leaders will come into contact with its glow.” Anubis said, handing him a large meteor.
“Okay. I hope I keep some of my staff. I need some help running the world Sirian or not.” Jeff held his hand out to hold the meteor. “You want some meat from the lodge?” the President offered.
Anubis smiled wickedly. “No, I want something more...alive. I think now that you know what to expect, it's time we indulged our feral side a little bit.” The jackal man snarled then ran off into the woods, on the scent of a deer.
“Hey don’t eat all of it!” the President ran after Anubis.
Category Story / Transformation
Species Wolf
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