Having just stepped into the shower, Michael was inclined to ignore the ringing doorbell. His parents had their own keys, and he didn't feel in the mood to entertain door-to-door salespeople or proselytizers. He turned on the water and was preparing to enjoy himself when someone downstairs went wild on the doorbell button.
Michael stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, walked downstairs in his bare feet, and answered the door. He had a wicked grin on his face thinking of the reaction he was bound to get from the interloper.
Instead, parked on the front porch on its haunches, a dog gazed up at him with dark eyes. The dog, a German shepherd to be precise, whimpered and left its seated position to stand on all fours and began to wag its long tail.
All Freddie could pay attention to was the body he found so attractive, clad only in a towel, with droplets of water dripping onto the porch.
Michael looked around for the dog's owner. Seeing nobody in the yard or on the walk, he looked back at the dog. "Sorry, boy," Michael quipped. "We gave at the office."
To Freddie's shock and consternation, his boyfriend closed the door right in his face. Leaping once again onto two feet, he began slapping at the doorbell with his right front paw. "Michael! Come back!" Freddie barked. "It's me!"
The door pulled open again. "What the hell?" Michael said loudly. "Stop ringing that bell! Bad dog!"
Freddie had been prepared to pour out his story, but the "bad dog" comment crushed his frail doggie psyche. His tail stopped wagging and drooped between his legs.
Michael took pity on him. "That's better," he said in a softer tone. He lowered a hand and gave a "scritch, scritch" right behind Freddie's left ear. The unexpected contact and the explosion of sensation from a mere scratch behind his ear brought back all those horny feelings a hundred times stronger. He popped an instant boner right out of his furry sheath. When the hand pulled away, it was like agony.
"More! More!" Freddie barked. "More!"
Michael stared at the upset dog, barking its head off on his front porch. His voice took on soothing qualities as he once again reached down to scratch the dog's large, erect ears.
For poor Freddie, unused to his canine body, it was too much. "Ohno!" He whimpered in a low, throaty doggie growl. "Ohgod!"
His throbbing dog's cock pulsed and spurted, leaving a puddle of sticky evidence on the porch.
Michael got two shocks back to back. He stared at the puddle of dog's cum just as he noticed something about the ear he continued to scratch. All over Freddie's body, his pelt of thick, luxurious fur was rapidly detracting into his now very human skin. He felt limbs contract and reshape, his spine reclaimed the recently sprouted tail, and in only seconds Freddie had shed his canine form and stood stark naked on the front porch of his boyfriend's home.
"Freddie!" Michael exclaimed. He threw an arm around the slightly smaller guy and ushered him inside the house.