Mikayla knelt down besides Jared, who was currently focused on the sight of the car fading into the distant darkness. Not only was it a reminder that he was gaining considerable physical distance from the impostor, which to him was nothing short of a miracle, but it made his current situation of being Mikayla’s temporary pet feel that much more real and tangible. No matter what would happen to him over the coming days, Jared couldn’t help but feel absolutely content living in the moment, as it was certainly a moment worth living in.
Mikayla scratched “Shaggy” on his head, cause an utterly blissful wave of endorphin-imbued joy to wash over the dog’s entire body. Shaggy’s tongue involuntarily lolled our the side of his mouth, his eyes turning upwards into his head with. Though he knew full well that he couldn’t be heard by the beautiful girl who at one point had been his schoolmate, Jared didn’t hesitate to start commenting aloud on the sensation, which to Mikayla were construed as little more than a series of approving pants.
“Oooh..... ahhh..... ah, oh yeah..... that’s the spot. That’s the ticket. Mmmmm. Yeah, a little more to the le-OHHHHHhhhhhohhhhhhh, yes~”
The suggestiveness of the situation wasn’t lost on Jared, who realized almost immediately that his reaction to the scratches could very easily be interpreted as one of sexual appreciation. What’s more, he was curious: was this sexual? From the standpoint of his human brain, it was just getting a relaxing series of head-scratches akin to having one’s scalp rubbed. But from the standpoint of his canine body, it felt drastically more personal. Perhaps it was his euphoria coupled with his attraction to Mikayla, but Jared still couldn’t help but feel like what he was experiencing was some sort of intimate connection.
Regardless of what it was, it ended abruptly, as Mikayla stood up and opened the door to her house with a pair of keys. Jared was displeased the pleasure had ended sooner than he would have liked, but at the same time he was more than excited to get the show on the road with sleeping over with a Mikayla, dog or not. And entering her home was the first step in beginning what felt like a much needed vacation from the usual nonsense and strife he had become so accustomed to in the past while.
As he followed her inside, Jared looked around at the interior, admiring (albeit through the colorblind eyes of a sheepdog), the various paintings and pictures hung up on the walls. Some of the pictures depicted Mikayla through the years, while others showed both her and a pleasantly buxom woman of a similar hair color and light brown skin tone. Jared easily surmised that the woman was Mrs. Simcox; while he had never met her, he had heard in the locker room at school from the other boys about how she had “killer tits”. A crude way of describing, what Jared felt, was factually accurate.
Mikayla entered the kitchen, as did Shaggy. Reading a note left on the refrigerator, Mikayla mumbled something about “we’ll be back by ten”, and shrugged. Opening the fridge door, Mikayla took out a small packet of sliced ham. Pulling a small piece of the pink meat from the plastic container, she smiled and knelt down to present it to Jared.
At first, merely focused on her hanging cleavage in front of him once more, Jared merely stared at her breasts for a short while before Mikayla gently shook her hand, drawing his attention to the ham. More than happy to eat something that his human self would have found palatable, Jared took the ham with his front teeth and began to eat it, and a feeling of happiness (one far less suggestive than that which had been experienced at the front door a few minutes ago) swept through Jared’s being. The taste of the ham, combined with the ever-so-present reminder that he was in Mikayla Simcox’s house, was enough to make him cry tears of joy.
Mikayla, placing the ham back into the fridge, began to sniff the air, and lifted up her right arm. Pointing her nose underneath it and inhaling, she groaned. “Crap. I knew I forgot to do something. God, I hope Jared didn’t notice. Better do it now before I forget to again.”
The gears in Jared’s canine head began turning, piecing each part of what he had just heard Mikayla say together. It didn’t take long for him to come to the realization that she had missed showering, and was about to partake in that very activity right now. With him in the house. Wild thoughts ran through Jared’s mind as a familiar throbbing resurrected in his groin. If he were any less committed to keeping his cool at the moment in front of Mikayla, the tears of joy would likely have begun flooding down his furry cheeks.