Later, after David had left for the day, Tony was back in his room rocking out to his favorite station yet again, dancing a little bit but trying not to blare it too loud. He'd already given up on trying to rap along with the familiar songs, though. His wide, flat tongue was even longer than it had been earlier, and it would hang out of his mouth sometimes while he panted. Trying to say anything to fast just caused him slur his words or even actually bite his tongue. So he was content to just chill with the beats and look back on all the fun he'd had during the day.
Soon there came the scent of a half-familiar animal in the hallway, and then a loud banging on Tony's door. Tony didn't like the banging and thought he knew who it might be. He rolled his eyes threw the door open. Standing in the hallway was a man, covered in short yellow fur, with wide floppy ears dangling over the sides of his head. His nose was dark and his claws were light, and the dots of whiskers were visible all around his black lips. His long, sharp teeth could be seen easily when he opened his mouth in rage.
"How many times do I have tell you to tell you to turn that shit down! It's not enough that I have to hear you in hear gossiping every night with that booty call of yours, without a fucking radio blasting from before sundown to midnight."
Tony squinted his eyes a bit the man, who was basically an upright retriever at this point, wearing a collar with a name tag that said "Lucky" on it. Tony almost thought to ask Lucky whether he'd got that name here at the center or whether he'd had a dog-like nickname already. However, Tony glanced down around Lucky's hips and smirked, suddenly getting a much more appealing idea instead.
"Hey, bud, I don't think we've been properly introduced. How bout you just stand there for a minute, will ya?" Tony made this request in a friendly enough voice while gracefully stepping around slightly where he could get a better view of Lucky from behind.
"Hey, what are you going back there for, I wasn't done yet, dammit! Come back and face me like a GAAH!" Lucky's protests were rudely interrupted by the sudden sensation of someone gently grabbing the thick, pointy tail that he had grown days ago. It was Tony, lifting the appendage out of the way to give himself unrestricted access to Lucky's emergency exit, for lack of better words. Lucky stiffened and squirmed when a wet black nose started exploring him in such an unspeakable spot. "Shit! What are you doin', you fuckin' creep? Don't you have any idea what comes out of there? And now--" Lucky's continued venting rage was discontinued again when Tony once again did something unexpected. He came back around to Lucky's front and sniffed some more at the labrador's still-human manhood.
"Aha!" Said Tony, finally standing up straight again. "I knew I'd smelled you before. You've been marking that big tree outside in the training yard! That place sure is the bomb, ain't it? And what do you think of Megan's scent out there? Is it hard to get enough of that girl, or is it just me?"
"What the ... what the hell is wrong with you? Get away from me, you perverted freak show, and turn that radio off before I fuckin' break it," Lucky blasted, stepping away down the hall in a huff, strutting for a few paces before pausing, turning back toward Tony, and wiggling his wide wet nose in obvious interest.
"You gonna leave a brother hangin'? It's only polite to finish our introductions," prodded Tony with a sly grin. Lucky harumphed, crossed his arms, and turned to the side, but his twitching nose kept snuffling until he groaned and turned to Tony anyway. Lucky approached Tony again, mumbling, "Oh, what the hell, I'm already almost a damn fleabag anyway," and shoved his wet nose down on Tony's crotch. His brown eyes widened in recognition.
"Hey! Your the one that keeps pissin' in those weird bushes out front! And--" Lucky interrupted himself, moving around to sniff Tony's ass--"there's still feeding you turkey and noodles and shit? All I got was fuckin' kibble last night!"
"Hey, man, what can I say? We'll all be in the same boat eventually, amirite? How 'bout we chill in my room and jam out at least once or twice while we still can?"
"All right, but don't turn up too high. These ridiculous looking flaps on my head don't look nearly as easy to hear with as they are."
The changing men were soon relaxing on Tony's bed, chatting occasionally and bobbing their heads to the quiet beat, while waiting for the dinner cart to arrive. After the food server left, they looked at each other, and Tony gave Lucky a bit of his lasagna, and Lucky shared a bite of his kibble. They weren't supposed to do that, but Lucky was noticeably missing human food, and Tony was curious about what he would eventually be eating. Finally full, but still wanting the taste and smell to last as long as possible, they started licking their own noses and then each other's. They eventually got embarrassed and separated, bobbing to the music again before also occasionally licking their empty dog bowls.