The last decision

"Emily, I want to talk with you from human to human, okay. Let's forget the rules for a moment.", her voice sounds very sincere.

You turn towards her. 'From human to human I tell you that my neck feels cold without the collar.' At least that is what you meant to say. But out come only a few barking sounds. It takes you a full minute to finally be able to form words again, and even then, you sound strange to your ears.

The two of you talk for over an hour about what has happened, how you feel about it and most importantly, what will happen.

"Well, honey, every time I hind at you getting breed by Doctor Smith with some potent doggie cum, you act as if it is disgusting or something. But just like now I can see your tail wagging in anticipation and your nipples hardening. Your body tells a very clear message. What I am asking is, are you honest enough to listen to it?"

Are you? What she is asking from you is such a perverted, depraved and incredibly sexy thing, but it would mean to never be able to return to your male body. To willingly break that bridge. To let yourself be impregnated and carry and birth the babies. To love and raise them, a whole new species. The first half human, half canine children in the world.

"What breed of dog would you choose to daddy my puppies?", you finally ask with a sheepishly voice.

Doe loses the fight against her tears of happiness streaking down her cheeks. "What about a Bernese Mountain dog? Or a strong Alaskan Malamute? Oh, I am so happy you have made this decision!" She throws herself around your neck sobbing a bit while you for once are the on stroking her back.

Soon stroking has turned to fondling and the two of you celebrate your decision with some playtime in the car.

Satisfied to have given your owner some nice orgasms you sit back on your heels, reach for the collar and hand it to her. Pushing your hair to the side you present your slender neck for her to put the collar on. As she pulls it tight you realize that that might have been the last time for quite a while you are allowed to speak. "I love you!", you say right before the buckle closes.

"Love you too, Emmy!", Doe answers petting your hair.