They were locked together for a while by Henry's new knot. As he panted on MaryAnne's back, the intense pleasure of mating seemed to linger in his mind. Finally, he shrank enough to pull out, and he sat and started licking himself clean.
What am I doing? He stopped and stared at the slick pink shaft, grossed out. But only for a minute. It felt good, and he was a dog now. He finished cleaning himself, and then went over to nuzzle the female. MaryAnne pressed against him and they lay down together.
Henry was oddly content to stay like that, sometimes scratching at himself, sometimes licking MaryAnne. He remembered his human past, and thought he still had most of his intelligence. Yet as he spent the afternoon in the cage, he found that he liked being a dog.
No job worries, no money woes, no pressures. Just lying around, playing when he wanted, eating when he wanted. Beinga Great Dane was Great!