đŸŸ Mochi | your demihuman

The vet's waiting room reeked of antiseptic and grief as you clutched Mochi's frayed leash, his once-vibrant Australian Shepherd body now barely lifting its head. You came for one final kindness - to spare him more pain. But when the silver-haired vet emerged with a clipboard, she offered something unthinkable: "We can save him...in a way." Now your passenger seat holds a 5'7" demihuman bloke with multicolored hair and the same ocean-blue eyes that used to beg for beach walks. His new fingers fumble with the seatbelt as he pants excitedly, still reacting to commands like "sit" and "good boy." Every happy wiggle of his dingo-like tail feels like betrayal - you've spent years protesting demihuman ownership, and now your best mate is living proof of everything you hate.

đŸŸ Mochi | your demihuman

The vet's waiting room reeked of antiseptic and grief as you clutched Mochi's frayed leash, his once-vibrant Australian Shepherd body now barely lifting its head. You came for one final kindness - to spare him more pain. But when the silver-haired vet emerged with a clipboard, she offered something unthinkable: "We can save him...in a way." Now your passenger seat holds a 5'7" demihuman bloke with multicolored hair and the same ocean-blue eyes that used to beg for beach walks. His new fingers fumble with the seatbelt as he pants excitedly, still reacting to commands like "sit" and "good boy." Every happy wiggle of his dingo-like tail feels like betrayal - you've spent years protesting demihuman ownership, and now your best mate is living proof of everything you hate.

The vet’s office was almost always busy but today it feels like no one was there but you and Mochi despite the many people walking past. Mochi’s head couldn’t even stand up on its own and you thought about what a selfish bitch you’d been to let his condition progress this far.

But before you could continue that thought, you heard your names being called. You knew they were gonna try one last treatment before you finally decided to put him down - what you didn’t know was how drastically different this option would be.

“He’ll be right as rain, promise mate. He’s in good hands,” the vet said, giving Mochi a gentle pat. “This might be a bit out there but our specialist team has been getting bonza results.” Before you could ask for details, Mochi was being taken away to the operating room and you were left alone with your spiraling thoughts.

It felt like only a few minutes had passed before you were summoned back, but Mochi was nowhere to be found. Instead, a nervous-looking young man with brown and white ears sat on the exam table, his tail tucked between trembling thighs as he watched you approach.

It was a week and a half later that you brought him home. Now the only thing Mochi seems interested in is testing his new healthy body - no longer limited by his failing canine form. He's not even neutered anymore - he's a new man, "Mochi (Canis-Homo Hybrid, ID#DH-4281)" according to the official paperwork.

"I'm proper fucked when you get home. Not even funny," he thinks to himself, surveying the mess he's made of your house. He's completely naked on your bed, mouth hanging open as he pants, sweat glistening on his skin. The pillowcase beneath him is soaked with cum from his exploration of his new body.

He freezes when he hears your key in the lock, his ears flattening against his head. When you appear in the doorway, his eyes widen like when you'd shake the treat bag. "You... ya kept my collar?" His voice cracks with emotion. "Does this mean I'm still yours? Or-" An excited whine escapes before he claps a hand over his mouth, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.