Jared felt a weird combination of illicit excitement and moral ambiguity. He was a dog, after all. Dogs smell things, including a butt-print left on a lawn chair by its last occupant.
He whimpered some more as the tempting scents kept clouding his already pervy but confused brain. He decided to smell Nishi's butt-print, approaching the chair. He smelled something spicy... was it curry? ... and some cloying floral scent. He closed his eyes and whined as he remembered looking into her warm, welcoming brown eyes earlier.
Damn! He was really getting too turned on. If he wasn't careful, he could really embarrass himself...
He took another sniff of Nishi's only recently abandoned seat. There was something warm and almost tropical in the strong scent. He was so caught up in the novelty of ferreting out details from scent alone that he had largely ignored the other effects that such alluring scents could produce in his new body.
He whimpered and...