You can't help it, no matter how much you know this action may be a big mistake. The urges are just too strong, and...that mutt looks so handsome and friendly. You want to join the canine and play, get to know the dog and maybe...maybe even...
You start barking happily pressing your handpaws against the door, heated pants steaming the glass. You've caught the dog's attention alright stopping in it's dashing tracks as it turns its sights on you staring almost inquisitively. Thrilled that it has noticed you bark again, tail wagging furiously as you paw the glass and whine; your stomach and teats in full view against the sliding door. The mutt tilts it's head in confusion before showing renewed interest approaching the house cautious. Once it seems to get a better look at you its jovial mood rekindles barking back as it trots to the door.
You hadn't been certain before but now this close you can tell its breed, a German Shepard with more brown markings then black. And the moment it leaps on to the glass you also confirm that it is indeed a "he", your eyes dreamily spying the red tip of its doghood peeking from its sheath. Your womanhood throbs wetting your swollen lips as you immediately imagine the canine's knot invading inside.
Yes...such a handsome stud; a gorgeous and wild mate.
You try to push back your fevered erotic thoughts as you work the latch on the door with your paw-like fingers unlocking the door, pushing the sliding glass open. The German Shepard eagerly steps forward and runs its snout over your fuzzy frame exploring your body and scent. You giggle and begin to do the same running your paws over its feral body, combing his thick canine fur with delight; pressing your canine nose along its broad neck and shoulders.
You've smelled dogs before, but nothing like you do now. This male's scent is very pleasant, very heady, and very animal. You become obsessed with sniffing more of the mutt from its sides to his haunches finding your way eventually underneath his tail...and against his furry sheath. That musk; maybe you were meant to be dog after with how aroused you feel being in contact with such a scent, your panting tongue anxious to touch and taste.
You let out a yelp standing tall on your paws as you quickly look back, the mutt behaving in the same matter having circled behind you sniffing your tail and haunches as well as your needy sex. The dog though doesn't seem to consider it's actions like you (barely) did, feeling his tongue bathing your sweltering fold and haunches gleefully. You whine pleasantly, legs buckling under your quivering body taking in the oral pleasure of being licked this way, your tail flagging back as it gently waves.
Your thoughts drift as it becomes clear that the German Shepard is offering what your body craves. And in response to this primal elation you suddenly begin to feel your short fur starting to grow longer, it's bland colors starting to take new tints to match the breed you secretly embrace. It's happening; you being is starting to shift again closer to the bitch you always wanted to be.
And it feels like there will be no turning back from here...unless you start having any reservations strong enough to cling upon.