Light poured in through the living room window as Troy woke up. Both Rusty and himself had stayed awake a long as they could, but at around 3am Troy had passed out, his body slumping down partway into the living room where he now found himself lying on the ground.
Looking over at Rusty, Troy saw a very large German Shepard snoozing with his tips of his fingers pressed slightly into his bulging pants.
Troy ran his tongue around the edge of his muscle. Rusty so looked cute, so peaceful. And the more Troy looked, the more images of Rusty’s red, canine cock pushed their way into his mind. It was so tempting to just crawl over to him, slip his pants down, run his feline tongue over Rusty’s cock… But Rusty didn’t like that, it was too rough he said.
Hmph. Not everything about this new reality was perfect, Troy realized.
Still, Troy figured that if RK was going to attack them, then he would have done so while they were both asleep. So while RK must have been lying about the attack, he probably wasn’t lying about the Book of Divination.
Troy felt safe for the first time in a few days. While RK was certainly a long term threat, with a worthless book like Divination there’s wasn’t anything RK could do as long as Troy kept the Book of Beasts on him at all times
Content in his newfound security, Troy used the millions of years of grace and stealth that evolution had granted his half tiger body to quietly get some of yesterday’s neglected chores done, starting with taking out the trash.
Troy managed to avoid making a sound until the front door let out a loud squeak as he opened it up.
“That you Troy?” came a groggy voice from the back of the living room.
“Ya. Don’t worry, we’re safe. I’m taking the out the trash, I’ll be back in a sec to cook you some breakfast.”
Hoisting the up the heavy trash bag, Troy began walked out the front door, headed to the side of his house where they kept the garbage cans.