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+<li class="done2"> <a href="acethetic.html"><em>untitled ace werewolf thing</em></a></li>
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+                <p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">interactive</span> <span class="tag">twine</span> <span class="tag">family</span></p>
+<p>Twine game that shows mental degradation through Alzheimer's by the language usage declining. If you go back a chapter, you get a degraded version, rather than the previous, higher version.</p>
+<h2 id="story">Story</h2>
+<ul>
+<li>Recalling an old love over tea</li>
+<li>Visits to retirement home over time<ul>
+<li>May, 2015: you request to hear a story, they tell you about a love from their past.</li>
+<li>August, 2015: Flirting</li>
+<li>December, 2015: Deciding when actually together</li>
+<li>March: 2016:</li>
+<li>April: 2016:</li>
+</ul>
+</li>
+</ul>
+<h2 id="levels">Levels</h2>
+<ol>
+<li>Clear and cogent, emotion under check, introspective</li>
+<li>Clear and cogent, but forgetful, emotion getting stronger, less introspective</li>
+<li>Less clear, more forgetful, emotion starting overrule other parts</li>
+<li>Starting to get immature, lots of frustration, lots of memory problems, getting repetitive.</li>
+<li>Childlike with out-of-control and immature emotions, meanness and frustration. Intense memory problems, lots of repetition.</li>
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+                <p><span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">short-story</span> <span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">furry</span> <span class="tag">sawtooth</span> <span class="tag">kink</span> <span class="tag">drugs</span></p>
+<p>Boots? Check. Knee-high stompers with buckles from ankle to top. Dark enough brown to pass for black. Cradled the paws oh-so-nicely.</p>
+<p>Leggings? Check. Clingy and stretchy, form-fitting. Dark enough red to pass for brown. Showed off those big, no-nonsense calves and thighs.</p>
+<p>Skirt? Check. Pleated, short, the barest hint of lace.  Black and polyester, but shiny enough to pass for vinyl in the right light. Gives some shape to those hips.</p>
+<p>Top? Check. Just a navy blouse, though, nothing special about it.</p>
+<p>The last thing Alex needed was their bag: a leather and waxed canvas deal, halfway between a purse and a backpack Like a backpack with only one strap. Big enough to hold wallet, keys, phone, hat, gloves, change of socks, change of panties, a gaff in case they wanted to feel even more feminine, and a whole slew of other handy bits and bobs. It didn't really go with the rest of the outfit, but neither did it clash all that much. They didn't expect to be keeping it on them at all times, though, so that didn't matter too much.</p>
+<p>Plenty good for the night.</p>
+<p>They made it down one whole flight of stairs from their apartment before the stairs became too much to do in boots. Walking in stompers wasn't as easy as they'd hoped.</p>
+<p>Elevator to the lobby, then. And then out onto the street. <em>Cold, cold.</em> Alex shivered. <em>Cold.</em></p>
+<p>They held their phone in their hand the entire way to the party. It was a walk of a few blocks, a ride-share across town (always nerve-wracking, but they weren't going to try for the busses and wouldn't be able to drive home), and a walk of a few more blocks. Thumbing their phone from map to messages to map to messages. They knew the route, but still. Map to messages.</p>
+<p>Made it, at least. No hassle from the driver, no one out on the streets they had to walk. The party, that red pin dropped on their map, nonetheless felt like a safe haven. <em>Friends here,</em> it announced, <em>Friends and fun and safety.</em></p>
+<p>There was a comfortable rhythm to the party, one that was easy to fall into. Alex rotated among the loosely defined stations. The cuddle-pile on the beanbag, where they could only sit on the edge for the "no shoes" rule, too much trouble to take those clompers off (and put them back on again, later), but they did take a hit or two off a pipe someone offered. The kitchen, leaning back against the counter and chatting a little too loud with friends and friends of friends, drinking pricy beer. The living room, where they took control of the party's music for an hour or so.</p>
+<p>Comfortable rhythms from the stereo. Not too fast, not too slow, heavier on the bass than the treble. Music they liked dovetailing into more music they liked. That felt like their place, that's where they belonged.</p>
+<p>A comfortable rhythm, but with a new note, a new bass-line that teased at the edges of their perception.</p>
+<p>A party like this, they expected to know maybe half of the people, and recognize most of the rest, but there was a newbie here.</p>
+<p>Well, maybe not a newbie. He moved with too much confidence to be totally new. Talked with too much ease with too many of their friends, knew his way around way too well.</p>
+<p>New to them, then.</p>
+<p>Tall. Doberman, probably? No concessions to the style, though. No cropped ears, at least, and no mean look. Fur dark enough brown to pass for black, from what they could see, and the rest was obscured by a simple outfit. Work-out shirt of some breathable material, a backpack he kept on, and cargo shorts.</p>
+<p><em>Pretty cold out there for shorts, but maybe thats just me being a cat.</em></p>
+<p>Intriguing, to say the least. Alex set the next song to playing and angled toward one of their friends, no harm in asking for an introduction, right? Get a name, see if he's cool.</p>
+<p>"Jeremy, is it?"</p>
+<p>"Hmm?" His voice was a little higher pitched than they'd imagined. Not squeaky, just a tenor. "Oh, hey cat. Yeah, or Jer. How's it going?"</p>
+<p>Alex put on their best grin, shrugging, "Goin' alright. Just puttering around. Haven't been to one of theses things in ages. How 'bout you? How're you? Not seen you around before."</p>
+<p>The dog settled back into the couch, Alex perching themselves on the arm-rest by him. Jeremy set his backpack at the his feet. "Yeah, doing good, doing good. Last one of these was my first, so I guess I'm still kinda new." He had a very toothy grin, very toothy. "Hey, you got a name, cat?"</p>
+<p>"Of course. Just Alex will do for now, though." They swished, proud and a little buzzed. "Sorry, probably should've led with that, hmm?"</p>
+<p>Jer grinned, reaching up and giving their tail a little tug, dark brown paws on their black tail complementary enough. Got a mew out of them, too. "Yeah, probably," hee replied. "So uh...who invited you? Who do you know? Trying to figure out how we're connected."</p>
+<p>"Me too," the cat laughed, shrugged. "Aaron and Jen, mostly, though I've been hanging with that crowd for a while."</p>
+<p>"Mm, yeah." Jeremy nodded, continued, "I came with one of Jen's friends, Amy. Josh, and that crew. Know them?"</p>
+<p>"Oh, huh. Know of them. Not really who I hang out with, usually." Alex leaned back onto one paw, the other reaching up to ruffle the dog's ears. A brief twinge of embarrassment: <em>flirting already? Yeesh.</em> "Well, glad I got the chance to meet you. Don't see many floppy-eared dogs about. What did you get up to, last time?"</p>
+<p>Jer laughed and shrugged, "Guess not. Ma didn't want mine cropped, and it's not my bag anyway. Last time, last time, hmm. Lots of lounging, mostly. Grabbed one of the bedrooms to get closer to someone."</p>
+<p>"They let you do that?" Don't sound interested, don't sound interested.</p>
+<p>"Sure, if you ask." The dog paused, slipped some vape pen out of their pocket and drew, then added through billowing clouds, "Though keep quiet about that, it's not supposed to be a known thing."</p>
+<p>"Lips are sealed," Alex laughed and took a swig of beer pilfered from the kitchen crew. Don't sound interested, cat. <em>But a fling might be nice,</em> a small voice whined. <em>Don't sound interested.</em></p>
+<p>Man, what was it with this guy? Body type or something?</p>
+<p>They shook their head.</p>
+<p>"Mm? What's up"</p>
+<p>Alex sat up again, giving their paw a rest. "Huh? About what?"</p>
+<p>"You just went all quiet and then shook your head," Jeremy said, grinning.</p>
+<p>"Oh, uh, internal dialogue." Alex tried to laugh it off. Don't sound interested. "Happens when I get anxious."</p>
+<p>"Are you anxious now, then?"</p>
+<p>They gave a on-committal shrug. That ought to do. Just don't sound <em>too</em> interested.</p>
+<p>"Hit off the vape, then?" The dog reached into his pocket, drew the pen back out. A pen? Maybe a different one.</p>
+<p>"Tell me what's in it, first." Relax? Around the dog? Hmm. Lowered inhibitions might be nice.</p>
+<p>"Just something to help relax. Basically what they have at the beanbag."</p>
+<p>Alex nodded, held out a paw with a little give-it-here gesture. Jeremy dropped the pen in their hand. A light, cheap deal with a translucent 'tank', about half full.</p>
+<p>They gave a draw. A short one. Started reasonably smooth, then a bite at the back of their throat. Hold it, bite's getting stronger, cough. Surprisingly odorless cloud of vapor.</p>
+<p>"Good?" Jeremy asked. "Should get you chill in a few minutes."</p>
+<p>Alex shrugged and nodded, the two motions starting a gentle buzz, an even gentler wave of pleasure. Ooh, that's nice. "Mmhm, very good. Thanks, man."</p>
+<p>Jeremy grinned and shifted himself a little to the side, closer to the bunny who'd plopped down beside him, to open up a narrow slot on the couch. He patted it. "Come sit, there's room. No need to perch up there."</p>
+<p>They hesitated a moment before shifting as well, slipping down the arm of the couch to fit neatly into the slot. Warm thigh against thigh, warm arm against arm, close enough to smell canine. Canine tinged with a slight fruity scent from the vape. Definitely a different vape.</p>
+<p>Arm against arm shifts. Jer slips his out of the way to drape along the couch back. Alex grins. Feels smooth, silky, wavy. Smooth cat. Giggle. "Trying to pull one of those subtle stretch-and-then-cuddle moves?"</p>
+<p>"Nah, more room this way." The doberman pauses, then slips the arm down further to drape over the cat's shoulder. Fingers tease at the hem of their sleeve. "But now that you mention it, that's a good idea."</p>
+<p>Alex laughs. It tinkles, wavers between masculine and feminine, chiming bells. Smoother, silkier, wavier. Tenses blurring, memory shrinking, self becoming translucent. Maybe sound a little interested. "No complaints here, not gonna turn down affection."</p>
+<p>Jeremy grins and nods. The grip tightens, cat pulled against dog. Warm, warm, so warm. Came to the party for socializing, got cuddles. No complaints indeed.</p>
+<p>Cat and dog sit like that for a few minutes, just listening to music, sinking into the couch. Warm and warmer, but not too warm. Cozy and smooth and wavy. Alex opens their mouth, and closes their eyes. Pants. <em>Revel in it, cat. Feel warm, taste the air, enjoy the company.</em></p>
+<p>A tap at their lip, something hard and plastic. They open their eyes again. The vape. The vape and, off to the side, Jeremy's grinning muzzle.</p>
+<p>Hell with it.</p>
+<p>Another hit, about the same size though it's hard to judge. The bite is expected, calmer this time. Hold it in, breathe it out. Sweet clouds, dog. Warmth ratchets up several notches. Their weight doubles, or seems to. Sink into the couch, lean against the dog. Lean more, kick a leg up over the arm of the couch --- it's okay, they're wearing the leggings, no one's getting a show.</p>
+<p>Jeremy encourages this, for his part. That paw slips further down the cat's arm, dull claws brushing through fur. Muzzle tilts down, next to ear, and he murmurs, "Cozy cat, aren't you? Wasn't expecting this, tonight."</p>
+<p>"You'n me both," Alex mumbles. The words roll around in their head and fall out of their mouth, one by one. Disjoint, not connected to one another. Speaking out of instinct.</p>
+<p>They close their eyes again.</p>
+<p>Dog shifts, arm slips a little further around over the far shoulder, paw moves from arm to abdomen. Flat against it, then slowly curling, fingers bunching up blouse. Slit of fur between shirt and skirt exposed. More black fur.</p>
+<p>"You're cute as hell, kitty." A low rumble, nearly a growl. "Boy cat? Girl cat? Neither cat?"</p>
+<p>Purr. Purr louder. "Nnh...cat."</p>
+<p>Another growl, and this time it is a growl, insistent. "Girl cat."</p>
+<p>"Girl cat," lazy agreement. Agreement coming from some remote part of their mind. "Girl cat and boy dog."</p>
+<p>"Very boy dog," the rumble continues even after words end. A low growl filling their ears, filling their mind. Nothing but the growl. Eyes close to drown out extraneous visual noise.</p>
+<p>A tap at their lip again, then the mouthpiece to the vape is pressed past lips. No questions, no waiting. "Another hit, pretty kitty. Go on, you're fine, just breathe in nice and slow."</p>
+<p>Breathe, the bite, exhale.</p>
+<p>Start to lean back, vape follows.  "Nuh-uh, you're not done yet. One more. Getting wobbly, huh?"</p>
+<p>"W-wobble. Melty." Words are difficult.</p>
+<p>Alex melts, melts against that dog, slouching, arm draping over his thigh, Elbow, near crotch, senses arousal. Smells arousal. Not just the dog's either. <em>Don't sound interested</em> seems to have gone out the window.</p>
+<p>Dog slips the vape back in his pocket, reaches to another pocket just above it and pulls out a phone. Thumbs at it.</p>
+<p>Those delicious rubs to their tummy continue. Eventually, shirt stays bunched and they paw moves to fur instead of fabric. Purr more. Claw-tips send radiating waves of pleasure, all tingly.</p>
+<p>Buzz buzz. Jeremy checks his phone. Puts it away. "Pretty kitty," the growl is insistent, right next to their ear. "She's such a pretty kitty."</p>
+<p>Breathing turns ragged. Pretty kitty. She. Yeah, she, that's what she is. She's a pretty kitty. Girl cat, boy dog.</p>
+<p>The growl continues without words, and then, "Lets go snag one of those rooms, yeah? Got the 'okay' to play."</p>
+<p>Yeah, yeah. Don't just think it, say it out loud, girl, come on. "Mmm, yeah."</p>
+<p>Getting to the room clearly happens. At least, the next thing Alex notices is being in a bedroom. Memory's gone, only a memory. Room's a little messy, but cozy. Jer's got his backpack up on the bed.</p>
+<p>"Sit, puppy." Still a growl. Puppy?</p>
+<p>They move to sit on the bed, but Jer snaps his fingers, points to the ground. Alex pauses, swaying. Just need to sit. Need to be a good kitty. They kneel, skirt flaring out around them, backside resting on the heels of those stompy boots. Waves of pleasure, so smooth, so silky. "Kitty," they mumble.</p>
+<p>Jeremy unzips the backpack. A rustle.</p>
+<p>The growl grows imperative, menacing. "Puppy. You're my puppygirl, now."</p>
+<p>Resentment? Fear? Shame and excitement? Kitty...puppy. Feelings clash. Obedience wins out.</p>
+<p>"P-puppy," they stammer. She stammers.</p>
+<p>Jeremy draws out a seemingly complex contraption of vinyl. Evolutes it with his paws. There's a snap.</p>
+<p>A mask. Dog mask.</p>
+<p>Alex is panting. So hot. Too hot.</p>
+<p>Jer squats before them --- before her --- and, with both hands, slips the mask onto the cat's face. Feline muzzle sockets neatly into a pouch, ears are slicked back. Canine paws reach behind their head. A buckle, and then a snap. A vape being pressed through the mask to the muzzle beneath. A hit, a wave of ecstasy, intense.</p>
+<p>Erection strains at panties and leggings. Tenting, begging. Should've worn gaff.</p>
+<p>"Good girl," growl and praise. "Such a pretty puppygirl. You're mine now, hmm? My pup."</p>
+<p>Pant, pant, pant, pant. The Alex that was "they" and the Alex that is "she" swirl in her head. Ditto cat and dog. Swirl and mingle. Words too hard, can't pull them up. Comes out as a faint mewl.</p>
+<p>The doberman raps the top of the muzzle of the mask with his knuckles, "No, none of those noises. No cat, you're my puppy now."</p>
+<p>Pant. Pant, pant pant pant, pant. So hot. Too hot. "Rrrf."</p>
+<p>"That's more like it."</p>
+<p>Pant. Gasp and pant. Jer stands.</p>
+<p>"Take off your shirt, pup, don't overheat. One button at a time, one at a time. Each button that you undo makes you more my dog. My puppygirl."</p>
+<p>Words squirm around her head in a thick cloud, seem to coalesce into a thin, silver string. Contract, sink past fur and into her mind. Puppy, girl, puppygirl. Jer's puppygirl. Very high cat. Spectacularly high cat. Swimmingly high cat --- though not pot, not just pot --- and seemingly sober dog. Not cat, no. Pup. Good pup, good pup.</p>
+<p>She does as she's told, pant pant pant. She unbuttons slowly, one button at a time, pant pant pant pant. Exposes binder, exposes self. Cooler air, but not enough. Becomes more dog, pant pant pant pant pant. Thoughts flicker into her head and then out again before even being comprehended. No will, no volition, no reasoning, just dog, just dog.</p>
+<p>Pant pant pant pant pant pant.</p>
+<p>The final button. All dog, all dog.</p>
+<p>All dog.</p>
+<p>"Good puppy, beautiful puppygirl." The growl is proud now, lordly, smug. "You're my dog. You're my pup. Is there any cat left?"</p>
+<p>Headshake, spinning, a gasp. She can tell she's leaked through her panties in arousal and is well on her way to leaking through the leggings.</p>
+<p>Jer's shorts are tented out, too. He's worked up too. Her owner, the one who claimed her. Nose filled with, senses overwhelmed by arousal. Her arousal. His arousal. Need. Pant pant pant. She can smell him, smell them both. She can't not smell them both.</p>
+<p>"Good. That's 'cause you're my puppy girl. You'll do right by your owner, won't you?"</p>
+<p>Alex nods. She's a good pup, a good puppygirl. Eager to please, eager to please. She leans forward onto balled up fists. Good dogs sit, good dog good dog. Thoughts grow faint. Just a dog, just a pup.</p>
+<p>Jeremy leans forward, gather's up the cat-- the dog's scruff in his paw, clutching and lifting, pulling, tugging her closer, tugging that vinyl nose close until it bumps against the crotch of his shorts. Nose flooded with his scent. Eager to please, moaning, eager to please,</p>
+<p>"We have all night. You're my pup. It all belongs to me, what remains of yourself." A fond growl, a claiming growl. "What remains belongs to me."</p>
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