Frisky didn't hesitate. She walked straight to the older man now in the kitchen, and before he could react to the strange naked woman, she kissed him deeply.
To her surprise and dismay, he grabbed her arms and started forcing her back. "What the-? Who...? Who are you? Get out of my house!" Not having her desire satisfied, she growled and snapped at him with her teeth, scratching his cheek. "Ah! You psycho b-... HELP! Somebody h-!" She planted another kiss on his cheek, making it as long and as hard as possible. He struggled at first, but then the man wobbled. Frisky used the opportunity to pull the man to the floor. With her arms freed, she quickly undid his pants and mounted him. She had to mate with him quickly. She could already see the hair on his face start to grow.
Meanwhile, outside, Joel began to survey the neighborhood. He remembered it, after a fashion, but everything smelled and looked new to him. It was... exciting. Different. New.
Then he smelled her. There was a white great pyrenees that lived down the road a short ways. He quickly headed off that way and found her in her backyard. If her humans were there, they were inside. She herself was leashed, the other end connected to a line, giving her a room amount of mobility without the need for a fence. The great dane went up to her and made his introductions.
At first the she was hesitant of his scent, but then she became very friendly. After a few minutes more of introductions and making his intentions know, she presented. He accepted and began mating with her.
Twenty minutes later, Joel was gone, and the young teenage boy who lived in the house stepped outside to feed Bella only to see a nude voluptuous and beautiful woman with long white hair trying to figure out how to get a dog collar off of her neck. She turned to look at the boy and smiled. He was young, but he was kind to her before and just old enough to breed. She approached the stunned boy, and not knowing what was going to happen to him, he did not flee.
Back at Joel's home, Frisky was satisfied enough to go back to the sleeping room to investigate. The two danes still in the house were resting, and she took the opportunity to find out what her master was doing. She saw scribblings on papers and had no idea what they meant. Then she saw the needles and the vials of liquids. She remembered one of them stabbing her in the tail. That must had been what changed things. Maybe if she could find her master she could make him walk on two legs again and make it so she could mate without making the two legs drop onto fours. It was very annoying she couldn't be interested with the same mate twice and wanted that changed. She grabbed the liquids and the needles and then headed out of the house to look for him, letting a just-woken Stan out of the house at the same time.