John yapped giddily, ready to leave this terrible nightmare behind. He looked down at himself, expecting to see his small body growing, pink fur receding, paws turning to hands and feet – but no, nothing was happening.
Well – no – that wasn’t exactly right. Something was happening. His groin, of all places, was beginning to tingle warmly. Was his penis coming back first?
John lifted a leg and peered down frantically. No, his – her – sex was still unchanged. Although it was twitching, ever so slightly…
Suddenly, the warmth increased, and John’s loins began to burn with a strange, unfamiliar heat. She whined, her furry leg dropping back to the ground and kicking reflexively as the heat intensified, aching almost painfully. Wh-what’s happening? She thought anxiously.
Well, that’s not right. The old man's voice sounded confused. He examined the wand curiously. Perhaps it is still broken after all?
“Yes?” Katie asked, tapping her foot somewhat impatiently. “You said you forgot something?”
The old man looked back up, somewhat discombobulated. “Uhhmm, yes! Just a moment.” He began to rummage around behind the counter, as if looking for something.
Sorry, young fellow. John could hear the shopkeeper in his mind. Seems the spell got garbled somehow. Instead of making you a man, it looks like I made you need men – or more accurately, males. I’m afraid that you may now be in heat.
WHAT?! John’s small, furry body trembled as the strange sensations emanating from her groin pulsated through her. Fix it, fix it!
I can’t. First, I’d have to reverse the magic already on you, and with a broken wand, who knows what would happen?
Please! I’ll.. I’ll wait! John cried desperately, trying to ignore the deep-seated hunger that was settling over her.
It will take time, and, quite frankly, I can’t have a horny bitch running around my shop – you’d probably blow the place up! If you come back in a few weeks, perhaps a month… “Aha!” The old man said, rising back up with something in his hand.
“There!” He said, swooping over and clasping something around the poodle’s neck. “It’s a common enough name for a dog, I knew I had one back here somewhere!”
The bastard had attached a pretty pink collar around John’s neck. A magenta heart-shaped dog tag jingled musically as it dangled, brushing against the pink fur on her chest. Princess, it read, the letters drawn in flourishing cursive, the i dotted with a cute little heart.
“Oooh, thank you!” Katie cried, rushing forward to envelop the shopkeeper in a hug. “You’ve been so much help!”
“Of course, my dear,” the old man said, patting her on the back. He looked over her shoulder to smile sadly at John. The little dog stared back, stunned, unmoving but for a slight wiggle of her hindquarters.
Y-you can’t do this! John pleaded, whimpering pathetically. I’m supposed to be a man, not- not a horny poodle!
Unfortunately, I can. And did, apparently. That’s tough luck, mate. He disengaged from the hug, and reached down to pat John gently between the ears. John panted, whining at him hysterically. It won’t be so bad. You may even come to like it – if you just let yourself enjoy it. Shouldn’t be too hard.
“Ok, time to go, Princess!” Katie scooped John back up, seemingly oblivious to her distress. “Do you like your pretty new collar, girl?” She began to walk towards the exit.
The tiny, pink, toy poodle bitch only stared back over her shoulder at the old man, her eyes wide with horror, in disbelief. She was quivering endlessly, but whether it was with fear or arousal, the old man couldn’t be sure.
The bell at the door chirped pleasantly as the woman and her dog left the shop. The old man played with the faulty wand in his hand. “Ah, well,” he muttered. “She’s probably better off with a profitable pet than an asshole boyfriend anyways.” He whistled tunelessly as he stashed the wand back behind the counter.