"Jake, you treat people like bitches, find out how it feels," the voice of the 23 year old from yesterday echoes in your head as your euphoria subsides. You look around, but it's only you and Raul in the bed, and just Raul's black labrador over by the door sleeping.
"Let sleeping dogs lie," you mutter as you prepare to adjourn to the bathroom and then make your usual escape. You feel a pain in your nuts and double over half way to the bathroom. You drop to your hands and knees and stare between your legs as your beautiful manhood is reabsorbed inside your smooth muscled torso.
"What the - aaaargh!" you start to question what's happening to you when the waves of pain overwhelm you. Your muscles and joints snap and your body arches and writhes. Your skin is crawling like a million ants covering you. Dark black hairs thrust out all over your bare skin. When you come to, you're disoriented.
You look around and struggle to your four paws. Paws? Not feet? Four, not two? You shake your head. The sound of Raul snoring echoes in the room. The colors all seem wrong. It's as if someone had replaced the light bulbs with red lamps. You are overwhelmed by the smell of wet dog? Or wet pussy? Or livestock? You shake your head and sniff. Your nose is soon pressed against your own tail. It slowly dawns on you that you are a bitch dog in heat. Then you remember Raul's dog. Has he been fixed?
You hear a whimpering sound as Raul's dog Thunder sniffs the air, and begins to wake in response to your musk. You roll your eyes and look helplessly up at the closed door and then down at your thumbless paws. You hear the sound of dog tags jangling behind you, and leap at the door. You hear a bark, and feel strong furry limbs brush your thighs and shoulders. You feel something against your wetness, it pushes and plunges inside you. You yelp.
Raul wakes.
"Whoa, Thunder! Looks like you got lucky too. Jake? Ah, must be in the bathroom, his clothes are in a heap on the floor," Raul stretches yawns and lies back down. "Go for it, Thunder. I'm going back to sleep. Lucky dog," he muttered as he fingers himself as he dozes.
Jake's eyes go wide as the knot forms inside him. He can feel Thunder's claws pushing against his furry hide. He's just become someone's bitch. He feels devastated, but in his mind he hears a distant laughter. A twenty-three year old's laughter.