play with some other pets

Queenie walks you through the park, you at least as much as spectacle as she is as you see a few other animorphs around, apparently starting to fit in. One walking a human on a leash is a real sight though, whether the looks are admiring, aroused, or disgusted.

She leads you down to the part of the park that's partly seperated from the rest of it, away from the main path by a few hundred yards so that people can bring their dogs to play and mingle without disturbing every passing jogger. She sits on a nearby bench and takes you by the hair, ruffling and tugging at it sharply to get your attention and make you face her. Not like you need much encouragement, especially as she leans back and shows off her magnificent chest, and that brain-numbing smell coming from her groin right in front of your face.

"Now you be a good boy and go play with your fellow doggies, ok my stupid horny little pet?" Even her bare-faced insults are magic to you by now, so hooked on her scent that any attention is wondrous.

You nod obediantly, anything to see her approving smile and nod as she lets go of your hair. "Go on. Make your queen proud and make some special friends," she grins wickedly, watching invested as you trot off to the assembly of dogs on all fours.