"You know, Chad, you have quite a reputation," Karen remarked as she led her knew 95 lb male poodle out of the field house. She didn't look back. She knew from the give in her leash that Chad was right on her heels.
A football suddenly hit the ground in front of her. She stopped. The ball bounced to a stop a few feet away.
Rick came running up in his dirty scrimmage gear. He was dripping sweat.
"Sorry, Karen. Todd overthrew the pass," Rick explained.
As he bent down to pick up the football, he noticed Chad.
"Nice poodle you've got there," Rick said, "mind if I check him out."
"As long as you're down there, be my guest."
"You know my mother breeds poodles," Rick explained as he jammed his fingers into Chad's mouth to exam his teeth and gums.
"Does she?" Karen asked with keen interest.
"If you'd like to go to Todd's party with me tonight, I could tell you more about it. He does look like he might make a good stud," Rick remarked tugging on Chad's balls.
Rick stood with the football, then said, "Gotta get back to practice. Pick you up at 7 pm?"
"Make it 7:30 tonight."
"You got it, Karen. See you then."
Chad's jaw hung open. He couldn't believe that Karen would choose Rick over him. Until she accepted Rick's invitation to escort her to Todd's party, Chad had been telling himself this whole thing about changing him into a dog, and threatening to cut his balls off, and have his brother turn him into an obedient slave dog were all part of Karen's twisted sense of foreplay. She would change him back into a man to take her to Todd's. But now she had a date with Rick to do that.
"Come, Chad!" Karen said as she tugged the leash. Chad obeyed in a daze. This was really going to happen.
Coach's house was only a mile away. Soon Chad found himself being led around the side of the house to the backyard. As they approached the back gate, Chad smelled the scent of a big male dog. Max! He had completely forgotten about Coach Sinclair's mastiff Max. When he had been to Sinclair's house in the past, Max had always tried to hump him. He blamed Rick. That sick prankster had a vial of dog in heat pheromones that he had borrowed from his mother's poodle breeding business. At some point Rick must've gotten some on the seat of Chad's shorts because Max tried to mount Chad the first day he met Chad. Rick denied it emphatically. After that first day, Max always tried to mount Chad whenever he could.
He heard a voice boom, "Fresh meat, yummy! Come on bride boy you will be late for your date!" Except the words didn't actually sound like those English words. Chad heard barking. Each tonal variation of Max's barking painted a distinct picture image in Chad's canine mind. He was understanding dog language. Well, he was a dog, so that sort of made sense.
"Chad, meet Max. Max, meet Chad," Karen said, "I've got to get ready for my date now. Play nice boys." She locked the gate, and disappeared into the house.
Mac sauntered over to Chad. Chad tried to get away, but while he was standing and staring at the monster, Karen had tied the other endorsement his leash to a metal stake in the ground. Max now was twice Chad's newly reduced weight. He had intimidated Chad, when Max and Chad weighed the same. The frightened poodle could only turn in circles as Max circled him sniffing.
"Yeah, same Chad. Smaller more fuckable body," Max remarked.
Chad stared as Max unsheathed his conical penis. His male scent grew stronger.
"Don't even think of fucking me. It's never going to hap-" Chad was cut off by the stake pulling his leash taut. All that walking in circles, he had wound his leash around the stake. He wasn't going anywhere. He was like a tied goat left as bait to catch a lion- only Max was the lion.
Chad howled, "Noooo!"
Max had mounted and penetrated him. Chad was crushed by the huge beast on his back. The knot swelled inside him. Chad wasn't going anywhere for the next half hour or so.
As Chad whimpered, he plotted his escape. Or tried to? Every scenario he thought of ended up with Max mounting him again in the end.
"I'm so fucked," Chad sobbed.
"You're my mate now, Chad. Remember?" Max said firmly with a hint of affection, and a strong sense of ownership.