Having been busy staring at Stacy for the past few moments Alan just catches the last few bits of the conversation. “Aww come on Dale you did say you wanted to learn more about this world.
Mitch tail wags slightly not having missed the attention Alan is giving Stacy. “We could always leave the dance if things get too weird for us. Besides would all our friends in this world not wonder why we did not go to this school dance?”
“Exactly! Its best to blend in till we are able to sort things out.” Stacy adds casting Alan a questioning look before looking to the rest of the pack.
Dale shifts his weight then licks at his nose not bothering to hide his discomfort. “Well it might make an interesting story when we return to our own world.” Dale offers at last wondering to himself just how these dogs dance when they seem to walk on all fours just as easily as taking breath.
“Besides Mitch is kind of cute Dale so all the bitches will be very jealous of you.” Alan teases as he drops down to all fours ready to run.
And yes Dale growls at this, as the jest seems to clearly have been taken the wrong way. Alan barley has time to blink before he finds his best friend at his throat.
“Dale!” Mitch howls swiftly moving to break the two dogs apart.
“Stop this! Stop or you will regret it.” Stacy warns as she takes out a slender wand from a pouch at her side.
Alan more a lover then a fighter at first tries to escape then when finding the larger male close to pinning him against the floor he submits or tries to. But Dale is like a pitbull at this moment driven to some place beyond reason as Alan mistakenly burst a dam Dale had long ago blocked. Puppy hood memories of being teased wash over him like a tidal wave. The memories part those of the human Dale and part those of the canine Dale drive the canine into a blood crave. Alan starting to feel fangs upon himself yelps and tries to free himself of this attack finding his feeble tries of fighting back of little us.
“Break Dale!” Mitch yells doing his best to keep the jaws of Dale away from Alan whom now fights back. In danger of being drawn into this dogfight Mitch finds himself beginning to have to defend himself.
“Es tery espresso!” Stacy intones as the three canines suddenly find themselves floating up into the air.
The fight having now stopped the three hoover in mid air now smelling of fear.
“How...?” Mitch asks wide-eyed looking to Stacy as if she suddenly grew a unicorn horn between her ears.
“Dale! I did not mean it!” Alan yelps shivering as he dips blood from a few very minor wounds.
“Ok you three are going to hang in air till the fight runs out of you. As we can not be fighting among ourselves.” Stacy informs the three males watching Dale and Alan closly as she struggles to hold her spell steady never before having tried to lift three objects at once.
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