As your orgasm dies down and your hangover finally lifting significantly, you're able to see a bit more clearly at who's tasty ass you've been cleaning thoroughly. You're so deep in your arousal that you don't even think about how wrong your actions are and that you would have been gagging and washing out your tongue at this point.
Not pry away from the canine pucker due to your solid arousal, you tilt your head and use your peripherals to get a better look at your morning buddy. Through your clearer vision, you confirm that the dog is indeed a retriever breed, a Golden Retriever to be exact as the colors come into focus around its anus and the tail lightly slapping your forehead. You lift you arms up slightly just to feel around its lower belly and indeed find the dog's cock now erect out of its sheath, confirming his gender.
Although licking this dog's ass hasn't come across as strange in your mind, you do realize that a little further down towards your chest you feel the dog's large ballsac, though it felt human like yours, albeit furry, and even similar in size. That's when it also occurs to you that you've been pressing your face deep into the dog's furry rear in order for your tongue to make contact with the retriever's pucker, as if he had a pair of fluffy butt cheeks. Even the weight of the dog felt a lot more heavier than any dog you've come across before!
"Come here Dasher!" a familiar female voice calls out followed by a whistle. Almost immediately, you feel the weight of the dog fly from your chest. You feel a bit shocked at the interruption of your ass licking, rolling onto the floor in response. Sitting up, you see the lady from last night standing before you, wearing khakis and a polo shirt labelled, "Good Boys Kennels" She's currently scratching and ruffling the hair of the Golden Retriever sitting next to her.
Looking over the dog, you realize that he did indeed have golden human styled hair, with a physique to match: his body shape was very human with the exception of his lean curves near his hips, along with the fact that his face was stretched out into half the length of a canine muzzle, his facial features emoting pure bliss from her tough, even letting his tongue lazily hang out. His ears sat at the top of his head, both covered in the same golden fur while drooping forward. His hands appeared to be a mix between a human's and a dog's paw, with still functional fingers and paw pads on his palms, both of them limply held to his chest in supplication. His legs were tucked in to mimic a dog sitting down and his feet were stretched and nearly identical to a dog's including the digitigrade structure, though it seems he still could walk on two legs no problem.
"I see you've met Dasher" she said as she finished lavishing the dogboy in pets. "Like I said, I am a dog trainer, the owner of some kennels and a training school. But I did neglect to tell you that I train men like you to become happy dogboys. It's nothing personal or anything against males, but I find men a lot more adorable when they become much more canine, even if all you doggies ever love are other dogboys. But if you're happy, then I consider it a job well done!"
Her words vaguely process through your mind as your arousal caused you to solely focus on Dasher. You weren't even aware that your boner was still raging and leaking cum as you sat there, despite cumming twice already, or that you were letting your tongue hang out like the dogboy next to her. She smiles at this, amused that your ass licking has already taken a strong hold onto your mind.