Meera maneuvered through the house to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see what she could grab for Emily.
'Maybe when I go back she'll have some fun with me!' she was thinking to herself excitedly. She was reaching for a can of Lemonade when she noticed a couple of tins of opened dog food and distractedly grabbed those instead. She double checked to make sure nobody was watching her, then swiftly took them into the garage, locking the door behind her. Meera felt a little naughty right now, eating without anyone's permission.
Part of her mind didn't understand why she wanted to eat more of it, but it was beaten out by the naughty part of her mind which wanted to do naughty things. She settled on referring to her thoughts as the Good Girl thoughts and the Naughty Girl thoughts, and there were no adults here to tell her off for acting on the naughty girl thoughts, so that's what she was going to do.
She squeezed her hand into the tin and scooped out a lump of dog food, quickly devouring it, licking every piece off her fingers. She then held the can to her mouth, and her tongue extended out to lap up the remaining contents.
With each mouthful she felt like her tongue was getting wider and longer, and thus scooping up more of that delicious mush.
She sat down on the floor and threw the empty can to one side, and held up the second to her face. The Naughty Girl side of her mind told her to start touching herself through her high waisted hot pants, so she did.
Meera continued eating and rubbing herself at the same time, until the can was empty and got thrown to one side too. She wanted to eat more, but couldn't stop herself from her frantic rubbing.
She changed position so she was on her knees, face planted on its side against the garage floor, both hands between her legs frantically rubbing through the shorts. She could feel a pressure building above her arse that got stronger the more she rubbed. It started tightening her shorts, pulling at them as if something was growing.
Meera still couldn't stop herself. The Good Girl part of her brain was telling her to stop it, but the Naughty Girl part was having too much fun.
Suddenly her shorts ripped at the source of the pressure, and a bushy golden tail emerged, frantically wagging.
She burst out into high pitched yelping sounds as she hit her orgasm, quivering against the cold floor.
Meera laid their panting, tongue hanging out of her mouth, tail flopped on the floor between her legs.
The Good Girl thoughts were panicking the fuck out. But Meera didn't want panic thoughts, she wanted more feel good thoughts. Maybe the good girl thoughts were actually bad thoughts, and the naughty girl thoughts were good girl thoughts? They couldn't possibly be bad if they felt so good.
She thought back to the party again.
'Emily! Emily's drink! Maybe Emily can tell me what a good girl I am!'
Meera unlocked the door and re-entered the party, tail sticking out through her ripped shorts.