Jared looked around, defeated and well-aware that his situation couldn’t be remedied. The people who had scheduled his appointment weren’t going to listen to him (primarily because they couldn’t understand him), and the one person who could understand him was both ignoring and taking sadistic joy in his dilemma. He couldn’t run away, where would he go? He couldn’t hide, he’d be found eventually. He couldn’t fight back, losing his squatters was bad enough; he didn’t need to add weeks of behavioral training to his agenda.
Sadly, Jared slumped down, trudging miserably back to his doghouse. The sun was setting. Tomorrow would be Tuesday, and the day after that at 2..... snip.
The impostor’s words resonated in Jared’s head as he lay grieving the eventual loss of his little buddies, even if they weren’t his originals. “Better go have some fun licking your own balls because it sounds like you won’t be having them for much longer.”
While it wasn’t a calming thought, per se, Jared did see the reasoning in that statement. He could spend all his limited time moping about it, or he could take the twenty-something hours he had left and give his gonads a proper farewell.
As he spread his legs and craned his neck downwards, Jared found himself nose-to-sack with his canine beanbags. This was the first time he had really paid attention to them while in this form, and he was taken aback by how large they were. He never had any reason to stare at Shaggy’s nuts when he was a human, so right now was him formerly introducing himself to the friendly things.
They weren’t anything like how his human testicles looked like. They were much furrier, and much less wrinkly, at least from what he could tell under their thin, even coating of hair. Jared would normally be disgusted by this sight, but ever since his current misadventure has taken flight very few things were now left that bothered him. Unfortunately, being neutered was one of them.
Without any further hesitation, he lapped away at his jewels, enjoying the sensation of his rough tongue against the sensitive skin of the scrotum. It didn’t taste great and, again, was rather furry, but other than that Jared didn’t mind. It felt good. It tickled and it felt warm and satisfying. He began to pick up the pace, slathering his berries with devout affection and tongue-based pleasure.
A minute passed. Then two. Then three. Then five. Jared couldn’t stop. It just felt too good. He wasn’t sure if this was better or worse for him, since he was now gaining a close connection to Lefty and Righty (as he had named them since beginning his conference with them), therefore making it highly likely he’d miss them even more when they went bye-bye on Wednesday. But on the other hand, Jared hasn’t had this much fun in a long time, especially not since he turned into Shaggy.
In the privacy of his doghouse, he felt safe. Secure. Like he was in his old body locked in his room playing with himself to some naughty internet videos. The ball-licking, for what is was worth, had turned out to have been a great suggestion by the impostor; he could keep this up for hours.