Brad on one side, Max on the other- together they guided Chad to the fenced dog park. Chad's red penis was out again as soon as the trio stopped at the gate to the dog park. Chad thought, who brings a bitch in heat to a dog park? He was so embarrassed to be naked, collared and on a leash. He knew he looked like a dog, but still thought of himself as human.
The gate opened, Brad closed it behind them. He then unleashed Max.
Then he knelt down next to Chad, and said, "Okay, Poodleboy, I'm going to unleash you. You can run around and play with any of the dogs here. I think you'll be really popular with these dogs," he snickered, and continued, "now when I call you, Chad, I expect you to come, and let me leash you. You don't come when called, you will be punished. You really don't want me to have Max fetch you." Max barked and loomed over Chad. "Not yet, Max. Down boy." Max backed off. As Chad stood still on all fours, the scent of a bitch in heat grew stronger and stronger. Some of the other dogs in the park turned toward him sniffing the air.
"Okay, Chad go have fun!" Brad said swatting the poodle's bum.
Chad took off running. He'd been slow on the uptake. Maybe his thought processes were adapting to his new canine neural pathways. He realized that in addition to the flowery perfume that Brad sprayed him with, he had also sprayed Chad with the scent of a bitch in heat. It wasn't the first time Brad had done something like this, but Chad had been human before, when Brad spiked Chad's cologne with female canine pheromones. Human Chad had been able to fend off Max, Chad and Dylan's dogs Boomer and Bounder, not to mention several of the neighborhood dogs. This time Chad weighed only 60 lbs, and didn't have hands, and he was in a fenced enclosure. If he had hands, Chad would have run for the gate, but he had paws now, and he'd be trapped by the gate. So he headed toward the open space in a zigzag pattern. He knew how to avoid being tackled, and 200 lb Great Dane that was closing on Chad ended up colliding with a tree as Chad pivoted out of the way. Soon a dozen dogs were chasing Chad.
Brad grinned, and scratched Max behind the ear, "Soon you'll have your shot, Max, but first Chad needs to be worn down and stretched.