While he continues to rub Jeff’s belly, the teen not seeming to care, a thought pops into Zack’s mind, “Jeff… um… can I talk with you in private for a few minutes?”
Jeff turns his head, “sure, let’s head into the back yard,” he says.
When the two reach the back yard they find that they are all by themselves, Jeff turns and looks at Zack, “so, what is it you want to talk about?”
Zack rubs the back of his head, “this might sound weird and crazy,” he says, “but… you look like a real dog in that costume of yours, except for your hands, arms, legs and feet. Everything else though looks so real, I mean… you even have a sheath and your cock even looks like a dog’s,” he mumbles pointing at Jeff’s sheath.
Jeff looks down at himself, thanks to Zack’s edit he doesn’t freak and simply shrugs, “I guess I do,” he says, he then looks back up at Zack, “but I still don’t get what you want to talk about”.
“I… I always wanted a dog, but my parents never aloud me to have one,” Zack says, sounding sad, “I… I thought, since you look like the real deal, that you would… um… maybe do me a favour and… um… maybe… for a while… so that I could see what it’ll be like caring for a dog… um… may-maybe… you’d be willing to… um… pretend to be… well… my dog?”
Jeff is taken aback at this request, “THAT would be to weird,” he then says, “I mean, first: I am walking up right, dogs walk on all fours, second: I have hands and feet, dogs have paws, and my arms and legs also don’t look the part, as you pointed out yourself. Third: if you would want me to pretend to be your dog… my size does not match the real deal, besides: a grown up dog is not easy to train. I am not chipped, registered and not even vaccinated”.
“True,” Zack says, “still… it… it would mean a lot to me”.
“I don’t know, Zack,” Jeff says, “I mean… I am only wearing a costume and I am already starting to sweat and stink. I don’t think you’ll enjoy “cuddling” a stinking “dog”!”
Zack starts to become frustrated, he really wanted Jeff to play this little game of pretend, what bad could happen? It’s not like anyone would know it’s him!
“I promise, I’d make a great owner,” Zack then says, “but I want to be sure, so… I’d like for you to sniff at my crotch, that is where real dogs sniff to receive information, and tell me if you’d agree!”
Jeff is about to decline and say that Zack is starting to scare him, but for some reason Jeff instead feels compelled to follow what Zac had said and before he realizes what he is doing, Jeff gets to his knees and sticks his nose, or rather the nose of the mask, into Zack’s crotch and inhales deeply. The teen suddenly feels his mind bombarded by informations about Zack, especially about his personality, Jeff looks up at Zack, “I… I guess you’d make a good owner,” he says, “you have a nice dominant scent about you, it tells me that you’d be stern but also caring and loving”.
Zack smiles under his Squirrel-head, “so, you’d do anything I’d say?”
“I… I guess I would,” Jeff mumbles.
Zack beams, finally he’d get the dog he’d always wanted, there are just a few things he’d need to change to make it more real, “say, Jeff,” Zack says, “you want to see me happy, right?”
Jeff nods his head, “of course,” he says.
“Then be a good boy and follow me,” Zack says, he then turns and starts to walk towards the gates of Dean’s back yard.
Without thinking Jeff gets to his feet and follows Zack, “where are we going,” he asks as he follows the Squirrel-boy out the gates and down the driveway towards a blue Skoda Superb Sportlane.
“You’ll see,” Zack says, unlocking the car and opening the back door, “get in!”
Jeff soon finds himself sitting on the back passenger seat, and a second later he and Zack are driving down the dark street, “where are you taking me?”
Zack groans, “I told you,” he says, “you’ll see! Now, be a good boy and stop talking!”
Jeff opens his mouth to reply, but for some reason he finds that he is unable to utter any sound, feeling confused Jeff simply closes his mouth and remains silent.
“Good boy,” Zack says and Jeff feels a weird sense of pride raise in him: his owner was happy with him.
Jeff’s eyes widen at the thought, Zack wasn’t his owner… NO ONE owned him… he was not some kind of pet! He is a human teenager dressed in a dog costume! But… Jeff can’t help but feel as though Zack owned him, the teen feels so conflicted, on the one side he doesn’t want to play this silly game, but on the other side he doesn’t want Zack to feel miserable. Sighing to himself, Jeff decides to play along for now, hoping that Zack will get bored quickly.