A scenario began playing out in Ally's mind. In her dream, Ally was naked, waiting on all fours. Two men were standing over her. She recognized one as her brother.
"And you're sure she's trained?" The other man spoke first.
Kyle nodded. "Of course. Ally come here." Ally sauntered over, obeying without a second thought.
"Sit!" Kyle commanded. She plopped her butt on the ground, sitting like a common animal.
"Stay." Ally looked up at her master, panting absentmindedly.
"Paw." She raised her right hand, her fingers cupped into a mitt.
Kyle gestured at the stranger. The older man gently grabbed her hand, and commanded, "Shake."
She moved her arm up and down in a facsimile of a handshake. He giggled lightly, and she woofed in happiness.
He smiled and said. "Ally, you're such a Good..."
Ally woke up from her trance. Although she hadn't transformed physically, she now thought she was a dog. She fell to all fours, and barked. That drew some odd stares. She sniffed the air, searching for something. She spotted a squirrel gathering nuts nearby, and growled at it. It paused for a second to look at her, nibbling on an acorn. Ally went berserk, charging forward, barking like mad. The squirrel raced up a nearby tree, which Ally angrily clawed at. She kept barking at it, desperately trying to get her prey.
The squirrel angrily chittered at her from a high branch. Ally woofed at it one last time, before turning around. Someone was standing over her, and she vaguely recognized them. It was...