"It was..." Freddie searched for the right word. "It was weird."
Michael supposed that his boyfriend might be guilty of some understatement. "I thought I'd never get out of my house," Freddie said. "It's almost impossible to work a door knob with paws."
"It's a good thing you got here without incident," Michael sympathized. "I'd hate for you to get picked up and taken to the pound."
Freddie's cock twitched as his eyes went wide with that unsuspected possibility. "Don't even say that!"
Michael caressed the semi-hard cock of his boyfriend and Freddie moaned. It felt so good to have his human body back, but especially his cock. He leaned back onto the soft upholstery of the sofa and let his legs spread.
His dog's cock had been so strange with its furry sheath and its automatic response to the scent of the neighbor's dog as well as Michael scratching his ears. He decided not to tell his boyfriend about his reaction while in canine guise to the female dog. The incident continued to disturb him.
As Michael continued to stroke him slowly, he kept discussing the ring's spell. "It sounds like you were left with your human intelligence," he remarked. "That's good, at least."
Freddie had been enjoying the slow hand-job. Now he had to dread what it would have been like to have had both a dog's body and mind. "That wouldn't happen though, right?"
"Probably not," Michael answered. "The Medici wanted to rattle delinquent customers. It would serve that purpose better if the person remained aware of what was happening to them."
As Michael continued to stroke the hard cock, he gradually became aware of some changes. The bristly, sparse pubic hair grew denser and finally changed altogether to softer, thicker brownish-black fur. The cock thinned but stayed hard and long, but a fur-covered tube grew along Freddie's lower belly. "Oh shit!" Michael exclaimed.
Freddie, lost in the pleasant sensations, opened his eyes and meant to complain but the words stuck in his throat which, instead, produced a low whimper.
"Are you changing again?" Michael let go of the cock and stood.
"Make it stop!"
Michael watched helplessly as the coat of brown and black fur rapidly advanced to cover Freddie's entire body. As for the body, its very shape began to change as his boyfriend returned to a four-legged stance. His ears had already become the furry, erect ears of a German shepherd and now his face began to change as his features aligned themselves for the dimensions of a canine snout.
Freddie felt the changes advance much more rapidly than on the previous occasion. He tried to plead with Michael for help but discovered that he had already lost the power of voice.
"Ruff! Ruff!" Freddie barked, leaping off the couch to stand on four paws in front of Michael.
"I can't believe this!" Michael said.
"Ruff! Ruff!"
"Hold on," Michael said. "Let's figure out a way to communicate. I've got it... Bark once for no, and twice for yes. Got it?"
Freddie lowered his head in dismay at the prospect, but managed two quick barks.
"Good," Michael said, an edge to his voice as he tried to remain calm.
"Do you feel all right?"
Again, two barks. Then, with time to think about it, another bark. "I'm a dog again! Of course I'm not OK!"
Michael judged as best he could that Freddie must be upset. "I know this must be strange for you," he said.
Two barks.
"We have to think of what to do," he said. "We have to get you out of my house."
What? Had he heard right? He barked several times as he forgot and tried to speak. "What the hell do you mean?"
"My dad's extremely allergic to dogs," Michael revealed. "It's why I never got to have a dog growing up."
Freddie groaned inwardly to think of his future father-in-law being allergic to him.
"Let's get you back to your house."
One loud bark.
Michael stopped. "It would be better," he argued. He felt somewhat silly to be having a heated conversation with a German shepherd and kept reminding himself that Freddie was inside the dog. "If you change back, you'll be at home not some random place."
"If..." He barked furiously, not even trying to stick to one or two barks. "If I change back! You said it was just random!"
"What's the matter?" Michael could tell that something had upset Freddie. He tried to keep smiling. "Do you need to go outside?"
Did his boyfriend just offer to walk him? The nightmare was getting worse by the moment.
One bark to communicate that no, he did not want that at all.
"Are you worried about changing back?"
Two barks and he rubbed his entire body against Michael's legs to try to plead with him to do something. "Well, let's go," Michael said. He turned and walked toward the door. Freddie relented, against his personal preference, and followed his boyfriend out the door to retrace the route he had just undertaken to get here.