Bill Webster had been motivated to finally get around to getting the family dog fixed, especially after Shaggy's rather shameful exhibition the previous evening with George Thomason's chow.
So, he was surprised by George's phone call the next morning with a request that came out of the blue. Apparently, having discussed with his wife the connection between their dog and the Websters' dog, Shaggy, an idea had arisen.
"Shelia's wondering if we could arrange time for our dogs to get together," George explained. "She's got her heart set on Mitzi producing one litter of puppies before we have her spayed."
Bill laughed at the sentimentality of his neighbor's wife, but he didn't see any harm in it. "Sure, George," he said. "I'm sure Shaggy will enjoy playing the stud, too."
After some other discussion, Bill agreed to bring Shaggy over to the Thomasons. "Shaggy and Mitzi can spend the day together and we can let nature take its course," Jared's father said.
When Jared received the unexpected morning visit from his dad, he was still recovering from his rough, unsettling night. The old cushion inside the doghouse smelled unpleasantly of Jared's previous night's masturbatory escapades.
He was somewhat confused when his father disrupted the expected morning routine, detaching him from the lead and fastening him to the leash. He put a good spin on it, convincing himself it might give him an unexpected change to communicate to his father the fact that his oldest son was trapped in canine form.
That chance, alas, never materialized. After a walk of only a couple of blocks, the scent grabbed his attention long before he laid eyes on the female chow that belonged to the Thomasons. He started whimpering and whining, disturbed and excited at the same time by the feelings the scent caused.
His father only laughed. "I told Thomason you'd be glad to do your part," Dad said.
Jared listened, but he barely registered his father's words. The scent of the receptive female proved more overpowering than anything, including his last-minute attempt to exert his human willpower.
The Thomasons met them in the backyard of their home and, to his horror, Jared found himself the topic of conversation. The Thomasons thanked Dad for his agreement to their request.
"I can't wait to see those fuzzy puppies," Mrs. Thomason said.
Mr. Thomason and Dad looked mildly embarrassed for her enthusiasm, but in the meantime Jared began to put the pieces together. Once inside the fenced yard, Dad released Jared from the leash. Jared immediately felt an urge to mark the new territory and lifted a leg. In full view of his dad and the Thomasons, not to mention Mitzi, he took a quick pee against the fence, feeling a mix of human mortification and canine satisfaction at this display of territorial marking.
He managed to gain the upper hand long enough to bark out a useless plea. "Dad!" Jared barked. "You can't seriously..."
The sudden sensation of having his butt sniffed crashed into Jared's attempt to object to the situation. He whirled and faced the eager chow. Mitzi continued to sniff at his butt, and it suddenly became paramount for Jared to return the favor.
Mrs. Thomason made the modest proposal they give them their privacy. Dad chuckled and announced that he had to get to the office. "I'll come back later today and pick up Shaggy," he said.
To Jared's mortification, though, he stopped with one last piece of advice. "Now, you be a gentleman, Shaggy," Dad joked. "Don't kiss and tell."
George guffawed at the wisecrack, but Mrs. Thomason scolded them for their lack of a sense of romance. "These two dogs are made for each other," she said.
Jared felt his doggie dick come alive and emerge from its sheath. "Ohgod!" Jared moaned to himself.
With Shaggy's instincts in command, Jared felt like he had been hijacked and made a prisoner in his new body. As much as he tried to resist, he could not overcome the surging desire. He wanted to finish what his father had interrupted the previous evening in the park. He barely had the decency to wait for the Thomasons to return inside the house before he had mounted the willing and waiting chow.
Jared's mind nearly blanked from the sensation as he started hammering his cock to the hilt inside the receptive female dog. He hammered away, feeling more like a machine in what became a desperate, aching, overpowering urge. Any shame and hesitancy were swept away by the surging tide as he released with a strangled yelping matched by the chow.
Still slumped partly on her, he started to slide off the chow when he discovered a simple anatomical fact that he had quite forgotten. The knot of his dick, still inflated, kept them quite bound to each other, at least until the swelling went down.
It was at that precise and inopportune moment that...