The morning after.

Hours later, you wake up to the familiar sound of your alarm clock going off. Groaning as your body slowly revs up for the day, you sit up, swinging your legs over the side, and stretch your upper body. Man, what a weird dream! you think to yourself. It's still surprisingly clear in your mind: the impossible pet shop full of animal-girls, meeting a strange but wonderful shape-shifter named Rasa, and then ... damn! You've had wet dreams before, but never one so realistic - or so erotic!

"Mrrrm. Morning, Master," a sleepy female voice says from behind you.

You turn around, and immediately realize that last night was no dream! There's Rasa, now back to her red-headed, curvy human form, completely naked except for a corner of the bedsheet that doesn't cover anything of importance. She's lying on her back, baring a body that most women would kill for. The collar you gave her yesterday is still clasped around her neck. Her emerald eyes gaze lovingly at you, and you notice as a fluffy tail sprouts from just above her firm, shapely ass, making a slow, contented wagging motion.

"Rasa! Oh, thank God, I was afraid you were just a dream!" You throw yourself back down onto the mattress, wrapping your arms around her, startling her with an intense, almost **** kiss. Her eyes widen for a moment, then slowly drift closed, a soft purr emanating from deep within her. "Was it a good dream?" she asks softly, stroking your head.

"The best I've ever had," you reply with a grin. "And the very best part is, it came true." You kiss her again, gently this time. You stroke her back tenderly, and she cuddles closer to you.

Then the alarm clock goes off again, and you realize that you're going to be late for work at this rate. Reluctantly, you release your hold on Rasa. "Um, look, I'm really sorry, but I've got to get up and dress, or I'll be late for my job."

"That's okay," Rasa replies. "You get ready, and I'll make us something to eat."

"Thanks, honey," you reply, laying one last kiss on her cheek before heading into the bathroom.

By the time you're cleaned up, shaved and dressed for success, you can already smell the aroma of eggs, bacon, and pancakes floating up from the kitchen. Sure enough, as you walk in, your eyes are greeted by the sight of Rasa standing in front of your range, flipping flapjacks like a pro - and wearing nothing but an apron! You can't help but stare at her delicious derriere, which now sports an orange-tufted tail. The long, slender appendage swings back and forth like a happy metronome, drawing your gaze. The rest of her body is mostly normal, except that two long, curved black horns sweep back from her forehead like an antelope's, and her long legs are covered in bright white fur with black stripes, zebra-style. She notices you and smiles, violet eyes sparkling in the bright morning light.

You walk up beside her, laying a hand on that lovely rump of hers and giving her right cheek a good squeeze. "You know, I was going to say that breakfast smelled great, but suddenly, I find myself more hungry for you."

Rasa laughs at this, making a high-pitched musical sound like birdsong. "Oh, Master! You'd better stop teasing me, or I might just turn into some kind of tentacled sex-crazy creature, and then how would I finish making breakfast?"

"Hmmm, not a bad idea. Maybe I should call in sick today?"

Rasa rolls her eyes, and her long black hair turns blonde, white scales spreading from the tip of her nose, over her face and down the rest of her body. "We can't just stay home and fuck each other senseless every day, you know. If you lose your job, I'm not technically human, so it's not like I can go out and find one to feed us. That's up to you," she says, gently poking a black feline claw into your chest.

With a sigh, you give Rasa one more kiss, give her butt one more appreciative squeeze, then take your seat at the kitchen table. Rasa comes in a few moments later, having taken even the apron off. Her massive breasts jiggle enticingly as she bears two plates, one for you and one for her own breakfast. She sits down next to you, close enough to rub shoulders and hold hands between bites. You try some of her cooking, and discover that Rasa really has a talent for it. "Mmm! Wow, Rasa, this is great! Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"Well, at the pet shop, they teach us to do more than just play fetch and give blowjobs. The other Hybrid girls and I all had cooking classes on Tuesdays. They also gave us some home economics instruction, too."

"Really? I guess that makes sense. It just never occurred to me that a pet shop would have its own school."

Rasa smiles. "Well, let's face it, animorph pets are a bit different from your usual four-legged varieties. We have different needs."

"Such as...?"

In response to your question, you feel something squeezing your cock through your pants. Looking down, you see that Rasa's hand now has wide-tipped, gecko-style fingers, and is currently massaging your crotch. "Oh, those kinds of needs!"

"Yeah. We've all got some human traits, but there are enough animal genes in our DNA that we can't conceive with human owners. Not without some serious gene-tinkering, anyway. They don't bother spaying us, which means our sex drives are always healthy and active. Hence, the constant desire to be mated."

"Ah, so that explains ... this!" you say, reaching over and sliding your hand in between Rasa's firm, well-toned thighs, teasing her clit and sliding your index finger along her netherlips. She lets out a gasp, bright red fur erupting around her sex and quickly spreading to cover her body. "Ahh! Y-yes, that explains it! Now get your hand out of there, or I won't be held responsible for what happens next!"

For a brief moment, you toy with the possibility of missing work today. You know that Rasa's right about you being the bread-winner, and you know that if you keep this up, neither of you is going to leave the house today. Still, it's obvious that you're both craving more of the amazing sex you enjoyed last night.