You thought about it. You were finally enjoying being a dog. You had to admit, it felt good. It felt really good. Hell, you felt better now than you ever had in your entire life. No stress, no worries, you didn't even have to think about what clothes you were going to wear.
"Okay!" you find yourself saying, tail wagging.
"Really?!" your new friend bolted upright, a sudden surge of energy bolting him over to you and licking your face all over as he yipped and whined in excitement. You could smell the arousal in him. He was excited in more ways than one.
"Yeah, I - ack - okay, okay, stop licking my face and just do me already!" you find yourself shouting. You had to admit, your excitement was building too. A heat in your loins, a... readiness.
"Alright, alright, sorry," his ears drooped and he circled around behind you. You instinctively stood up, drooping down a bit on your forelegs and lifting your hind end up. The dog part of your mind knew what to do even if the human in you wouldn't have. You felt his cold nose sniff at your lady parts, sending a thrill down your spine.
And then he was upon you, thrusting away furiously. And oh God did it feel right.