"... I hope you live in pet- friendly home with a nice backyard, because you need a roommate," he says, taking you off guard.
"What?" You ask, feeling a sudden tingling creep across your flesh, causing an involuntary shudder.
" Ooh, let's get back to your room. You're changing," he says, and the two of you begin to trot back to your little kennel.
"You don't mean that you want to move in with me, do you?" You ask, looking over to him with concern.
"I mean precisely that. If you won't stay here and be my mate, I'll go with you and be your dog. You shouldn't be alone when you go
back."
"That's sweet of you, it is," you slip through the doggie door, and he follows. "But I can barely afford my own living costs, let alone a big
dog like you."
"The resort will cover my costs, since technically I'll still be working guest service. It'll be okay, I promise. I love you, so I'll stay by you."
"You love me sexually, it'll be different when I'm human," and as if to demonstrate that, your body is becoming less and less canine by the
moment.
" Sure, but I can do different," he said, watching curiously as you slowly reverted. The change to dog was pleasurable, exciting. This,
though? There was a disappointment to it.
"Alright, then," you say, your face now allowing a smile. "You can move in with me."
***
Hours later, your change back to human finished, you head out of the shower area cleaned and dressed. You feel good, satisfied, and
happier than you had in weeks, but something was still off. You really couldn't put a finger on it, but it was almost like unfinished business
lingered.
"We'll, you look pretty good for a human," your dog says to you, having waited faithfully for you to finish.
"Thanks," you say with a smile and a tip of your head. "Let's go home."