The only light was coming from a television turned to a dead station. Kids nowadays wouldn't know about that since the broadcast spectrum is packed tighter than a chick in a gangbang video. A doberman trotted into the room and hopped up on the maroon couch next to me. When I glanced again at my new companion I saw it had become a centaur-like beast with a young, topless female half sprouting from the dog's body.

We talked at length about our lives without touching upon her unusual existence. She had a dark, diamond-shaped tattoo over her navel that addled my brain. Took a lot of effort not to declare my undying affection for her. Still I was fully aware there was something in the tattoo and it had nothing to do with her personality. Fortunately I'm not a furfag which bolstered my resolve against the mystical, seductive bodyart.

Just when things seemed to be overwhelming an unknown family came into the room. I could no longer see her ink and her attitude shifted from a normal woman to a more doggy demeanor.