She repeated her question with a trace of haughty impatience edging into her tone.
"I'm Jared," he managed to answer. "Webster. Jared Webster."
A predatory grin formed on the canine face of the otherwise quite appealing female.
"You have altered the amulet." The woman made the statement sound more like a declaration of fact, not an accusation. But her eyes glittered eagerly as they surveyed him like a cat watching a mouse.
Jared felt like he had swallowed a tablespoon of sand when he tried to speak. "Who are you?" Jared rasped. "How'd you get in my room?"
The teenager might have asked, but was too embarrassed, about the sheath and changed cock hidden by his boxers.
But she seemed to already know. She glanced down and moved her hand. The longest nails he had ever seen, painted a blackish-green, rubbed the crotch of his boxers.
"Oh...don't..." Jared blurted as his cock pulsed.
She said something in a language he didn't understand, but then, definitely exasperated, uttered the word, "Males!"
Jared stepped back, which caused her to pivot and settle her gaze back at him. "Where is the amulet?"
Jared opened his mouth but simply stared at her. She reached down and cupped his package under the boxers, causing him to yelp from surprise. "Where is it?"
Jared's thoughts were a jumble, but she peeked into them and plucked out the one about Shaggy and the amulet transmuted into a dog tag. In an instant, she transported herself and an astonished Jared into the backyard next to a sleeping Shaggy and a doghouse.
She didn't look pleased as she reached to the sheepdog's collar and unfastened the tag. Holding it in her hand, she transformed the shiny tag back into the ornate amulet.
Next, she...