“If your going to force me to say things Coyote you could at least pick things I would say.” Alan growls softly none too sure how he feels being a toy to a god. As why would he even want to leave this world when all his family and friends are here? Having a keen sense of smell and hearing that, only a canine could know in the human world. And the very idea of having a tail that he can wag, a fantasy comes true! Being able to walk upright on hind paws like he is use to or walking on all fours like he has dreamed and longed too. But how does this worlds Stacy feel about him knowing he is not her Alan? Could he live with the idea his staying here would mean the real Alan can never come back? I am the real Alan he suddenly thinks then narrows his eyes at Coyote thinking it’s the god messing with his head again.
But when he was muzzle to muzzle with the trickister he remembers wanting to lick that male muzzle and show his submission. The words other desires ring threw his thoughts wondering if the god does…but at a glance at the smiling male coyote it becomes all too plain the he does indeed know. The one thing he found so hard to tell his friends Mitch and Dale. Well maybe he had rushed the telling but strangely enough bitches seem a bit more understanding about that fantasy. Least his Stacy saw nothing wrong with it and even encouraged him. A smile graces his muzzle as he thinks of the time Stacy even passed one of his female role play characters off as one of her real life sisters.
“Alan? What do you think?” His three friends ask all looking towards him as Coyote wags his tail slightly as if expecting a long awaited treat.
He looks at Dale thinking how his friend has become too unhappy at learning the Dale of this world is gay.
He looks to Mitch giving the other a smile and tail wag of encouragement. Musing silently he thinks how well Mitch has fit into this world. As Mitch seems to acutely enjoy being a pack follower. An idea so looked down upon in the human world by most. But am I a follower too Alan wonders knowing if Coyote told him directly to perform a task he would do it without question.
He looks to Stacy idly wondering why she is not the same breed as he is. Er this worlds self that is. Does she love him or the Alan that belongs in this world? “Is there a different between the two Alans besides one having more fur then the other?” A voice in his head asks.
“Ok I give up what was the question again?” Alan asks his pack mates trying to not look too sheepish while having the idea Coyote is watching his every ear flick and shift of tail position.