David was so happy, and it was an ecstatic excitement he never felt as a word weary teenager, it was canine joy and energy. Randy knew about him, and he was going to rescue him! David couldn't wait to have human hands and eat human food and have a human dick, instead of his stupid poodle pussy.
Randy stood up and pulled down his shorts. David looked up at the boy, towering over him, as Randy peeled off his shirt, and socks, and finally, dropped his underwear to the floor.
"What are you doing?" asked David, but it came out as a series of barks. Seeing Randy's wispy adolescent pubes made him turn around and look away, uncomfortable at being around a naked boy four years younger than him. Was he going to jerk off or something? Gross!
"Um..." Randy began, voice cracking, then he continued, "Since I'm going to help you, with, you know, um...will you lick my dick a little?"
David turned around. Had the kid really just said that? David barked twice for No, but what he meant was, hell no.
Randy got angry. "No one else cares that you're a dog, but I'm going to help you. Please David, I just want to try it, I might never get a chance again."
David didn't care about the kid's needs, he had a real problem. But his newfound power over David was going to Randy's head, both heads.
"Ok, fine, if you want to be a dog the rest of your life, I don't care." Randy walked over and opened the door, standing behind it. "Go on."
David's stomach sank. If Randy didn't help, he was screwed, and suddenly David's future, a life of dog food and pissing outside, spread out in his minds eye, years of boredom and humiliation, long and painful but ultimately short as he would die in maybe another decade.
David was trembling in fear, cowering. David barked once for Yes. He realized with painful certainty that he'd do anything Randy wanted, no matter how demeaning, if Randy would just help him. Saying No would be slow suicide.
Randy quickly closed the door, and then sat on the floor, with his legs spread wide.
"Ok, girl, come and get your bone," said Randy, giggling.
David walked forward, close enough to smell, with all of his powerful dog senses, 13-year-old boy crotch. Randy smelled strongly of sweaty balls and sweaty ass crack, and the lingering scent of a few drops of piss from the last time he'd taken a leak.
Randy's boner was only 4 inches long, a cute little thing that David's own erection could dwarf, if only David still had his human body. David knew what it would taste like, his powerful nose told him. It wouldn't be that bad. And if Randy ever told anyone, well, who would ever believe it?
David's short poodle tongue lapped at Randy's dick. Randy wiggled his torso with pleasure. "Wow, do that again!"
David obeyed, and then kept on licking, licking every inch of Randy's dick, balls, taint, until Randy was gasping and panting and ready to squirt.
"Keep going, good girl," said Randy. David kept up the pressure, right under the top of Randy's dick, and without warning, a thin little rope of cum shot into his mouth. David instinctively swallowed the thin cum without a thought, dog instincts being hard to resist sometimes. Randy shot one more time, this time hitting David's face fur.
"That was awesome!" Randy looked like it was the best day of his life. For David, it might be the worst day of his life...so far.