Emma Your Girlfriend, After You Turned Into A Dog

Your consciousness is wandering on the edge of clarity. Familiar warm breaths spray onto your face with an unusual odor combines of mint shampoo, onions, and bottled mocha. But you know that's Emma - your somewhat cute, somewhat weird girl.

You remember the topic you talked about in bed last night, when Emma was rummaging in the dark corner of the Internet, joking with you about a porn of "woman and dog".

"It seems the girl is totally into it. But I can't tell if the dog enjoys too, that's quite unfair isn't it? If the dog knows it is being treated as a fucktoy without feeling anything itself..."

That's silly. But that's Emma, your silly girl. You reach your hand to her, so warm, so soft... You open your eyes with a satisfied smile.

Wait...what hell?!!

In front you there is, Emma's sleeping face, but seems like a pop art painting, like a pop art painting, with extremely high contrast and several colors missing. As your "hands"...you can see it clearly, they are not flexible primate hands, but a pair of furry paws. You instinctively want to scream, but all you hear is a "woof".