As you continue through your second mug of red beer (more lapping the enchanted beer with your canine tongue that actually tipping it back), an enticing scent wafts its way into your blackening, cold nose. Your gaze follows the aroma, and your eyes (turning into a dark shade of nut-brown) focus on an extremely attractive lady across the bar. She fidgets in her seat and looks completely nervous from all of the surreal activity around her. And yet at the same time, she looks too fascinated enough to leave this place. The words "owner" and "mistress" come to your doggedly altered mind. You daydream up pleasant thoughts of you and her being together as you idly notice that she has yet to be served by the bartender. You hold up a black, furred-covered, paw-like hand and bark for your friend’s attention.
"Ready for your third?" The bartender smiles as he prepares you another glass. "It’s on the house, you know."
"Definitely." You growl, trying to articulate clearly with your slowly growing, bearded and mustached muzzle. "And I’d like to get something for the lady at the end of the bar. Something, you know, to calm and make her more acceptable for the likes of me."
The bartender steals a glance toward her and whistles in awe.
"She’s quite the looker. You’ve got excellent taste, my shaggy friend. She’ll definitely be a good owner for you." He tells you as he reaches over the bar to give you a friendly scratch behind your docked ears.
You nod your shaggy head, pant happily at his touch and then lick your lips, not realizing that you have to lick a bit further forward to reach the tip of your muzzle.
Seconds later as you are lapping up your third Red Dog and enjoying the pleasant buzz of alcohol, transformation and desires of wanting to be owned. You pant contentedly and watch the bartender present the woman with a glass of what appears to be red wine. And with your sharpened sense of hearing, you hear him tell her that her drink is compliments of the house. She takes a sip of her wine and then looks your way as you groggily wave a paw-like hand in the air.
The bartender walks by you as he heads back to the bar and gives you another friendly scratch behind your docked ears.
"You and your owner have a nice time now, okay?" He whispers while clearly looking amused.
You reach over and give him a friendly tongue bath across his face.