Let him sniff it out.

“Sniffing it out,” he answered, grinning at her as he kept sniffing. Thumper looked across at him in confusion. "Eyes on the road - I'm going to find it." He said to their driver then back to the Senator. "It's a small subdermal chip. They smell … kinda artificial. It’s hard to describe. Don’t worry though, I'll get it." He sniffed around her face, making contact with her skin. It tickled and she stifled a laugh. “Sorry.” He said.

"Its ok. It just... keep looking." She shook her head and tried to concentrate on the road or something else, avoiding his peircing blue eyes. Rover harrumphed and went back to his investigation. He nuzzled her ears and hair. Then he moved down and inspected her neck and bare shoulders. He gently checked the length of each arm, her skin goosebumping. “Have… um, you found it yet?” She asked feeling a little strange. His attentions were starting to cause her mild arousal, a natural state of her new body it seemed. Evidently even with the patch she was still not firmly in control of her mental faculties. Or was that her bodies natural responses? She wasn’t sure. He was kindof attractive though. “Hurry up,” she breathed.

"I'm trying!" He said, sounding exasperated, then sniffed under her arms, both her gently curving flanks, along the smooth expanse of back and around her slim waist. “Still can’t find it…” he inspected both of her shapely legs and she discovered that her dainty ankles and diminutive feet were unusually sensitive now, to the point she had to fight not to pull her lithe legs away. He looked up apologetically, a twinkle of amusement in the corners of his eyes and the hint of a wolfish grin at the edges of his mouth. She felt a mix of feelings. Exasperation, amusement, attraction, fear and doubt. The only parts of her he had not sniffed out were her breasts and between her legs. "We're almost there. But… um." He said and looked at at Thumper.

Thumper rolled her eyes. “Do it.”

Rover looked up at the Senator. She shrugged and nodded. He sniffed her breasts, nose brushing her nipples and they crinkled erect. “Nope,” he confirmed. They both looked down at her sex. "Are you sure? It’s a really sensitive area." She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He pressed his nose against her nethers and sniffed deeply. "Yes!" He exclaimed triumphantly. "There! I knew I'd find it. It's right here."

She felt his nose nudge her crotch. "Oh!" she gasped, trying to move away from him. He grabbed her hips and held her firm.

"Relax, relax." He said.

"I am relaxed." She said as her hips moved involuntarily and her sex pressed against his face.

"It's just my nose. I’m trying to pinpoint it." He explained, moving his nose more forcefully against her mound and circling gently.

She groaned and squirmed. "No! No! Stop that! Bad boy! Down!" She protested, trying to stop him, reflexively talking to him as she would a dog.

"I think it likes me." He said, giving her pussy a light kiss.

“Wha-?” She said.

He pulled away and bent down, sliding an old metal tool box out from under the vans bench seat and opening it up. He rummaged and found some superglue, a Stanley box cutter and a cigarette lighter.

She eyed the utility tool with concern as he extended the blade and held a flame under it. “Um… what are you doing?”

“Disinfecting the blade.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, “I need to remove the tracker. Here, take this,” he passed her the superglue. ”When I am done I’ll pinch the cut together and you can glue it.”

“Wait. You… you’re going to remove it with that!?!” She gasped incredulously.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ve done this quite a few times before. Admittedly I’ve never had to remove a tracker from down there. Don’t worry though, it’s to the left. Not right on your sex.” He put down the lighter and inspected the blade.

Her eyes focussed on its gleaming surface, widening in fear. “Never?” She whispered and looked down.

Rover produced a hip flask. “Vodka or my saliva?”

“What? Why?” She asked distractedly, eyes on the knife.

“Which should I use as antiseptic to clean the skin around the incision? I personally recommend my saliva as the Stolichnaya will sting a little. Dog saliva is a natural antiseptic. So I can lick you if you prefer.” he grinned.

“Can’t we do this later?” She evaded.

“No. we have to do it now. They can track us.”

“Give me the vodka!” She snatched the hip flask and took a long swig. She exhaled. It had some kick and she sensed that as a tiny pet her tolerance to **** was much lower. It tasted terrible. He took back the flask and made to pour some vodka on her. She pushed away the flask. “No… um… use your tongue. Please,” she said quietly. Thumper laughed. Rover nodded.

“This might-“ he started.

“Just lick my pussy.” She growled. “Let’s get this over with before I lose my resolve!”

He looked up at her and hesitated. She glared down at him and nodded. He sighed, leaned forward and licked her sex. She jerked as his hot tongue touched her, her sex suddenly flooded with pleasure. He ran his tongue over her labia, tasting her sweet juices. She moaned softly and arched her back, slowly relaxing into the sensation. She felt his tongue run slowly over her slit and she shuddered. He ran it up and down, pressing gently. She gasped. He started to lick her clit, softly at first and then harder.

“The… cut… where you will…” she begged.

“It. Needs. To. Be. Clean.” He explained between licks. He gently licked along her swollen labia and deftly around her erect little clitoris, his breath warm on her skin, and she moaned softly.

She felt his tongue press into her vagina, lapping at her wetness.

She felt herself becoming utterly aroused, losing herself to the overwhelming sensation of his tongue on her sex. He continued to lap at her pussy and the skin to the left, occasionally probing deeper inside her with his tongue. She sighed and closed her eyes. His tongue was long and warm and thick and wet and felt oh so good. He flicked her clit with his tongue and she shuddered in a paroxysm of lust. He was good at this. She felt her vagina tighten and she came hard, her entire little body aflame with unfamiliar pleasure. She could feel her juices running thickly down her thighs. She mewled, catlike in her arousal as her orgasm peaked and shuddered through her. He pulled back and swiftly sliced the skin to the left of her sex and with a deft flick of the box cutter excised the tracker.

“Done,” he said huskily, licking his lips as he held the skin closed. “You can glue it.”

“Huh?” She said dreamily.

“The cut. It’s done.”

“Oh, right,” she muttered as in post orgasmic bliss she unstoppered the superglue and applied the liquid to the small incision. “I didn’t feel a thing,” she said.

“It didn’t sound like it,” Thumper observed.

“I… you know…” the former Senator said dazedly. “That felt… incredible.” She wanted more.

“I figured you needed a distraction.” Rover said.

The former Senator hiccuped. “You can distract me like that any time…” she said. She was feeling tipsy. “I shouldn’t have drunk the vodka.” She observed.