You sigh. You figure you ought not to leave Jerry to his fate of being used as a German shepherd's humping toy for longer than necessary, no matter how much that might amuse Keith when he's told about what happened later.
You take a deep breath and focus on the plush rabbit still being humped by the dog, even if it kinda is gross to focus on.
You hit the button of the keys before you think about it too much. The plush bunny glows and is obscured before it starts to shrink reforming into something else. The shep continues to grind and hump unabated.
You're confused what happened. Mr. Bell definitely didn't turn back to normal, but was unclear what had happened too. Had he been transported elsewhere. As little as you wanted to, you figured you ought to take a closer look. Huh. Looked like there was something on Keith's exposed shaft, which seemed to keep being pushed further and further into, the item being stretched against his canine rocket.
You blink, realizing what the item was.
Mr. Bell had been shifted from a rabbit plush into what appeared to be a condom of some sort.
Oh no. This was much worse.
Keith continued humping, just against the carpet now. You weren't in any position to really stop him and even if you could, didn't want to get in the middle of what was happening. The process just took a few minutes, the shep's rocket fully extended out of its sheath into the condom, there was a twitch, and then throbbing as the German shepherd shot off hot canine excitement into the condom, which expanded the tip.
After some final humps and some pleased whining, Keith relaxed, before bending back to lick at himself post-climax. He nosed and bit at the condom, managing to slip it off without damaging it. Thankfully (?????) it hadn't been stretched by the shep's still predominate knot and gotten stuck on until the dog's erection subsided.
The now full condom flopped onto the carpet next to the dog, who continued licking at his groin.
You retrieved some paper towels from the kitchen before returning to carefully pick up the condom. "Sorry about this Jerry. I'd say I'd hope you learned you lesson...but not sure what that would be." You can't imagine what he's going through if he's still aware at the moment, but at least you don't have to hear about it.
You look over to Pat, who thankfully has stuck to just chewing and licking at the bear, though seems to have moved to the plush bear's nub tail now.