Meera rushed to the fridge and grabbed a lemonade before running back upstairs, only to be disappointed when she found her room empty. Emily was gone, and Meera felt bereft without her friend. Who would tell her she was a Good Girl, now? Her tail drooped behind her and she turned to leave the room.
Before she could take a step, though, her downcast eyes caught on a pair of shoes blocking her doorway. Glancing up mournfully, she was surprised to find Clark standing at the entrance to her room. Clark! Her crush! Meera's tail began to wag, and the sad expression left her face as hope once again filled her.
"Hey, Meera." Clark's deep voice washed over her, ramping up her excitement. She had to stop her hands from lowering to her crotch again, which was tingling furiously. "I was hoping you'd be up here."
Joy rushed through Meera, and she broke into a wide grin, her tail now swaying rapidly behind her, brushing against the bed. "Really?! You... you were looking for me?!" The Naughty Girl part of her forced her forward a few steps, and Clark quickly entered the room and closed the door.
Clark tentatively brought a hand up and pushed it into the hair at the side of Meera's head, his fingers lightly skritching around her ear. "Everyone acted surprised when you ate that can of dog food, but I wanted to let you know that I wasn't. Surprised, that is... I've always noticed what a Good Girl you are, so watching you complete that dare wasn't a shock to me at all."
Meera's eyes had closed in ecstasy at the feel of Clark's fingers stroking her head, but they popped back open as she heard his praise. He wasn't disgusted by her! He really thought she was a Good Girl! Her tongue lolled out as another happy grin split her face.
"Clark," she whimpered, her hands going to his chest before sliding up and around his neck. She started to tentatively lap at his chin, her tongue working it's way toward his mouth when he didn't pull back. He opened for her as his other hand came up, framing her face and continuing to lightly scratch the skin around her ears. Meera's tongue lapped inside, feeling thinner and broader as it caressed his and licked against the insides of his cheeks. She growled, grinding herself against her crush, anything to relieve the building sensation in her crotch.
Clark's hands abruptly lowered, spinning her around and bending her over her bed. He gently brushed her tail to one side before roughly stroking his fingers over her jeans between her legs. "I'm right, aren't I, Meera?" Clark whispered in her ear, bending over her even as his hand continued to stroke. "You are a Good Girl, aren't you? You want to be a very Good Girl just for me right now, don't you?"
An involuntary "YIP!" escaped Meera's lips as she panted into the covers. She was squirming against Clark's hand, and could feel his hardness pressed into her from behind. "I mean, YES! Oh god, Clark, please don't stop. I'll be so good! Tell me how I can be good for you, please!"
"Take off your shorts, Meera." Clark's command washed over her as he stood up and moved back a few inches, and when Meera heard the sound of his zipper, she jumped, feeling like she couldn't comply fast enough. She wriggled her shorts down without raising her torso from the bed, and as they pooled at her feet she couldn't help from grazing her fingers over her panty-covered clit on the way back up. "Ah, ah, ah! Be a Good Girl, Meera, and keep your hands on the bed." She felt a lightly stinging slap to her rear as Clark reprimanded her, and she rushed to obey, fisting her hands in the covers. His hand smoothed over the offended cheek, before slipping to the front and into her panties. As his fingers delved through her curls, Meera felt his other hand holding her long-haired tail out of the way, and suddenly his naked hardness was pressed between them, rubbing the cleft between her ass cheeks.
"Please, Clark!" Meera growled into the comforter, pressing back against him. She felt his fingers slide through her folds, and she growled again as he slipped two inside her.
Clark withdrew slowly, before pumping his fingers back into her, in and out, over and over as Meera felt another orgasm building. Right on the edge, Clark suddenly stopped and ripped her panties down, his freed had coming up to grip the hair at the base of her neck. Without preamble, he pushed his dick inside her, her pussy slick with juices and making the sudden intrusion easy. She came instantly, the feeling of fullness pushing her over that edge and forcing her to emit more growls and yips of pleasure.
As she came down from her orgasm, she tossed her head back and forth on the comforter, feeling a flopping on the sides of her head. Clark, still seated completely inside her quivering sex, released her hair and stroked one of her long ears, tugging it gently while breathing harshly. She turned her head and saw her crush behind her, a look of supreme control on his face as he struggled to remain still.
"See, my Good Girl? I only want to take care of you. If you listen to me, it will be so good for both of us." Slowly, so slowly, Meera felt Clark begin to move.