She reached back to push at his hips, instead of grabbing at his thick coat of fur, she only found a few lingering wires of hair under her fingers. He... stomach knotted with dread, something was terribly wrong with him, she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes filled with utter terror. It was a sickening sight, Max looked like he had the mange, his fur patchy all over and she could see his muscles rippling under a bruised purple hide to fuck her. The fluffy tail looked as if it had been. "No! I'm not," I blurted out."Would you like for me to come over Kathy or would you like to come over here?" I'll come over there Sherri," I said, wanting to enjoy all the things we had talked about."Okay!" she quickly responded, "how about an hour or so?" Sure," I agreed, excitedly, "What is your address?" She gave it to me. I knew I could get there in a few minutes so I hurried fixing things for my husband for when he got home from work.I was at her house within an hour like we had arranged.. “What is the matter with you?” said she, “don’t you like me?” “Yes, I do.” “Have you ever had a girl?” I said I had. Fred who had finished, bawled out, “Can’t we come in?” This upset me still more, and I gave it up. In Fred and his girl came, and he said, “There is water in the other room.” I went in and feigned to wash myself, and hearing them all laughing, felt ashamed to come out, thinking they were laughing about me; though such was not the case, it was because Fred was beginning to pull. Everytime I moved, my pigtails bobbed cheerfully. I looked like an adorable fetish model. My heart was pounding. ‘Roadkill,’ I said, ‘Did you have to do such a damn good job?’ ‘What can I say?’ he said. ‘I’m an artist. I love my work. The pigtails are permanent, by the way. That’s part of what took so long. Your hair was being ‘programmed’ to grow like that, so to speak. You’ll save a fortune on styling, but you can’t change it. You’ll stay adorable whether you like it or not. Heh.’ I said some.