Run for Fucking Life

Spinning around, flames shooting from my heels, at least in my imagination, I dashed towards the door, the screeching of the fury behind me encouraging every agonizing jump down the stairs: "Neo! Come back immediately! We aren't done Pet!"

And with these words of love, I dramatically smashed against the door, most likely dislocating my shoulder before regularly opening it and waggling outside with my tail and cock between my legs, ashamed and enraged by today's life-altering events.

The sun shining through the gray curtains, the warmth prickling on my skin, I slowly fluttered open my eyelids, carefully giving my precious eyes time to adapt to the sudden brightness.

"I'm here. I'm not at home. This isn't a nightmare," I recited just like a prayer, convincing my startled mind that I was indeed safe, the illusion of a calm and peaceful sleep merely on the outside.

For more than a week I was living with an old friend of mine who I had met during my time in the Youth Theater, a pleasant time.

I shot upwards and stepped off my mattress, a luxury since I never even expected her to allow me to stay with at her expansive flat.

I got dressed, continuously pushing away the memories of that day, and descended the stairs.

As I rounded the corner, I met the lovely person who gave me refuge in these times of turmoil, Ava.

Gorgeous as ever, she sat there with her back facing me, eagerly smashing into the keyboard, seemingly replying to another troublemaker at her company.

Since she was a somewhat high member on the hierarchy, she regularly had to attend meetings and that's why she wore a fancy beige two-piece, exposing her toned midriff and accentuating that juicy looking titties.

Her appearance causing an involuntary boner to spring up in my pants.

Luckily she didn't seem to notice it - how could she with her back turned towards me? - and continued undisturbed by my presence which soon thereafter vanished into the kitchen to make breakfast.

About half an hour later, I was prepared, fed and groomed. In other words: Ready to start my first day of school since the incident.