Marty & Kyle

Why did we even come to this party?  Marty kept asking himself.  The place is full of big strong animals.  Horses, bulls, there's a tiger in the corner that looks to be near 7 feet tall.  It seems like everyone got the better part of the deal.  But Marty and Kyle hadn't.  They had ended up as dogs.

Marty spots Kyle in the living room, it seems he's found where the other dogs were hanging out.  He laughs as he sees his friend cowering between what looks like a German Shepherd and a Great Dane.

“You're a cute one, what's your name girl?” the Dane asks him with a smile.

“I'm... not a girl.” he mumbles, but gasps out as the shepherd places his big paws on his hips from behind.

“With hips like these, you could have fooled us!” the big canine says with a quick laugh, licking his lips.

Marty sees Kyle give a panicked look in his direction, as if to say “Help me!”

He shoots him a look right back, to say “Coming here was your idea, dingus!”

He doesn't seem to be too concerned for much longer.  The Great Dane has brought his head down to Kyle's navel and started licking.  It looks like he's trying to get his tongue into Kyle's shorts.  And that thing is so long, he just might make it.

Marty and Kyle had always been sort of bi-curious.  They'd experimented... fooled around a bit.  But after everyone changed into... whatever this was, it seemed like gay tendencies had taken the forefront.  No one seemed to mind to much.


Still awkwardly trying to appear like he's not terribly out of place, Marty wanders around until he finds a tall mirror near the entrance.  He's still not used to this new him.    He's so short, and slim.  What's that term... a twink?  That isn't like him at all.  He can't even tell what kind of breed he's supposed to be, just some kind of short, brown-haired dog.  And why would he become so effeminate?  “At least I don't have that ridiculous lisp...” he mutters to himself.   This is sexy?  What's so sexy about a dog?  He wonders even as he runs his paws across his chest.  “Though... I suppose the fur is nice and soft.”  As he continues to ponder his situation, he turns to his side and twists his hips a bit, shaking his own tail experimentally.

“Mmmm, enjoying the view?”  A deep voice says behind him, and before he can see who or what had said it in the mirror, he feels large hands turn him around.  He looks up to see the stout muzzle of a tall dark-furred dog.  A rottweiler by the looks of him.  A very male rottweiler, Marty notes with a quick glance between the big dog's legs.  Marty can see the sheath already swelling in excitement.  “I was just... being silly.  Sorry, I gotta go.”

He feels one of the big paws come down on his shoulder, not in a threatening way, more to coax him to stay.  “Hey, don't be nervous.  You should follow your friend's lead.”

Marty gives a puzzled look before looking back to Kyle, and then gasps in shock.   Well that didn't take long.  The shepherd has Kyle leaned over the table and is mounting his ass as hard as he can.  Both their pants have been discarded.  The Dane is whispering something into Kyle's ear, while one of his hands is cupping and teasing Kyle's rock hard erection.  Marty might have wondered how much his friend was being forced into this, if it weren't for Kyle's rapidly wagging tail, or the obvious smile on his cute muzzle.

“So, is that your sinister plan?”  Marty asks, giving a shy look up to the rottweiler.  “Coerce us poor fem-boys into having sex with you.”

The big black dog leans right in and sniffs into the smaller dog's neck.  The paw not on Marty's shoulder goes down to cup his crotch.  “Well judging by this tent, you're not opposed to the idea.”

“Should we... go upstairs or...?”  Marty mumbles, his head is swimming.  He can smell the other dog's musk.  This stupid dog nose is too sensitive.

“No, right here.” the Rott gives a light growl, actually nibbling Marty's neck.  “I want to take you in front of everyone.”