For the first time since the weird dream began, Chad had an uneasy feeling. He didn't like dreams where he ended up on the wrong side of another male's penis. Especially, when that penis belonged to Brutus. Two years ago when he was sunbathing naked on the family's mountain cabin's deck, he had awakened with Brad's dog trying to mount him. Trying? Nah, the dog was mounting him. The wet conical penis parting his butt cheeks woke Chad, and he moved quickly to escape the fate that awaited Spike now. After that Brutus tried to mount Chad every time they came in contact. Chad's bro Brad thought it was hilarious, and purposely brought the monster dog with him whenever Chad was supposed to be there.
Spike decided she didn't want to be a good dog anymore, and tried to make a bolt for it. But Chad's dad knew how to handle big unruly dogs. Chad felt a slight prick on his thigh, mellowed out.
"Mild sedative, Bruno. Spike is still conscious just a lot more relaxed. Guess it's wedding night jitters," joked the vet. "More likely she's reacting to the scent of the other dogs in the kennel. When it's just her and Brutus, Spike will be fine."
"Yeah, you're the expert, Doc," replied Bruno.
Next think she knew Spike was lying on the floor of the walk in closet which the clinic used as their breeding room. A few minutes later the door opened, and his father led Brutus in.
The big dog smelled Spike before the door opened, and unsheathed his big red cock.
"Easy, Brutus, girls like it slow," the vet said, as he unleashed the mastiff.
"A gold Tibetan Mastiff and a black one, can't wait to see the resulting litter," Chad's dad said as he closed the door.
The big dog sniffed the room. Then he spoke.
Chad was so shocked to hear the big dog speak, he didn't listen to what he said.
"What did you say?"
"Hrmph! Hard of hearing or stupid?"
"Dad jabbed me with sedative. Uh, you can understand me?" Chad barked.
"Ah. Sleepy time sting. Brutus says know you, smell familiar look different. Master's litter-mate big bitch boy. But now you're a bitch girl. Like now more. Ready to make puppies."
Chad was confused. Brutus recognized him as Chad?
"I'm not a dog. I'm a man, Brutus."
"Not Man. Master Brad man. You bitchboi now bitchgirl. Always Brutus' bitch. Just shape change betterer."
Chad wasn't sure whether Brutus grammar was bad or that was just how dogs spoke. He put his paws over his head. "I have a headache." Spike covered her head with her paws.
"Lie there. I do it. Betterer you be."
A wet nose and or tongue probed beneath Chad's tail. He whined, "no."
Brutus barked, "Yes!"