Thrusting my muzzle under the bitch’s tail as my tongue sides out. The warm sickly sweat scent driving me insane as I nose the tail out of the way and begin sampling. Burning feel within my loins and painful cramping in my legs all ignored. I know I will do anything to lick the female wolf hound’s sex dry.
But the female canine has other ideas as she shys away from my attention and tucks her tail blocking my access to her scented treasure. “No!” I whine and beg openly now moving forward to try nuzzling and nosing the female to curry her favor. But I never get that far as instead I fall over on my side. With a loud yelp of pain I curl and try to lick my fully exposed shaft.
“Nurse Horn! Take her to the cage. These two need to be separated before the male hurts himself.” The doctor commands.
“No!” I whine then begin fighting the leash as the doctor tries to lead me out of the room. But the more I fight the more trouble I have getting breath. Till suddenly my hormone clouded brain gets the idea to stop fighting the leash.
“Good dog. Come along boy.” The doctor sooths as he leads me out of the room.
Smiling the human leads his prized subject out into the hall watching closely to see how long it takes the dog to notice the ease of full four legged movement. As the sexual high was just enough to push the change causing the spine to fully develop?
“Come along. Let’s get you some booties to protect those tender paws of yours till they are fully changed.”