Shuffling along on all fours is really tough! You lope along as fast as you can, but Jack keeps tugging at your leash and making you whine. You want to be good, but all you hear in your head is "Bad dog! Heel! Keep up with him!"
You're concentrating so hard on keeping up, when he stops, you look around and see you're on the street.
You're naked, and are strangely unable to bring yourself to put on clothes other than the simple black collar around your neck. You're an attractive young man, but with shaggy dog fur for hair, beard, and pubes. The same fur is along a line on your belly and across the top of your pecs, and halfway up your tired arms. You have a shaggy dog's tail. You cannot stand - you can only walk on all four's. You look at your hands and see not bruises and scrapes from running around on all fours, but thick leathery pads and small dog claws on your hands. You're wearing a collar attached to a leash held by your friend Jack, whom you are intensely compelled to obey. He also seems to think you ARE a dog, but you're not... are you?
Panting, you look up at Jack and see that you're already there at the party: the door swings open as the host greets the two of you.
Your mouth hits the floor. It's a guy in a fox costume, but you notice behind him on another leash is another guy - who's naked as you, but mostly covered in orange and white fox-patterend fur. "Jack!"
"Lawrence!" Jack says, and gives the fox costumed guy a hug. You creep into the party and see pair after pair of other costumed men with their pet animal-men on leashes behind them, laughing and drinking. There were pirates and monkeys, jockeys and horses, rangers and bears, and one guy was dressed up as an old lady, and he had 5 catmen crawling around him!
Lawrence talks with Jack "Looks like the hypnotic suggestion worked. How's he taking - "
Jack stops him saying "Ix-nay on the ypnotic-hay." You look up at the two of them. What was that about a hypnotic suggestion?! Was this all planned from the start?! You look at Jack, hurt.
"Jack?" you say.
Jack smiles back down at you. "Quiet, boy. And here's the first Rule: when dogs speak, they bark."
"Ruf?" you say. You blink some more and try to say something else. "Arf. Wuff. Ark. Bow. Wow." Jack pulls you into the party, and you follow, your furred forearms and padded hands hitting the carpet.