Scrabbling excitement

"See, watch this…"

As soon as they had entered the building Suzy rushed over to fiddle with a control panel on the wall. Jesse barely had time to take in the wide, sparsely-furnished entrance hall before a ferocious growl of thunder shook through and over them. Rain immediately began splattering against the windows in a torrent, and a simple glance back through the open door told him it wasn't just an illusion of sounds. The smell of it hitting the, up till now sun-drenched, tarmac was visceral and undeniable. Yet, three seconds later, the sissy showing off had flicked a few more settings and the storm was utterly gone. Forgotten behind a golden glow of wondrous twilight. Even all the way down the long corridors visible from where they stood, perfect sunbeams sliced in from every window... Frozen in those magical moments at the end of a high summer day; that might otherwise exist only for a few fleeting minutes, once or twice a year. Once again Jesse was simply stunned to silence... at the thought that some in this world had such marvels at their very fingertips and yet would do anything else than just sit and stare at them, all day long. He reached out a hand to catch some of the sun-spun gold, and felt it as warm and tangible as anyone could ever hope.

His smiling host seemed to appreciate at least the wonder on his friend's face, if not so enthralled by the effect itself, anymore. Suzy left the settings as they were now, and stepped up to again wrap his arms around Jesse, for a moment. There seemed to be a lot more touchy-feely confidence to the large-breasted sissy, here in the womb of his world. Sometimes it was easy for Jesse to forget that his friend had pretty much been raised exclusively within these four walls. The ever-bristling, excitable but on-edge character that they knew in school was clearly still a result of nerves. Jesse let those thin arms embrace him and, despite everything, vowed to keep in mind how hard all those crowds and social collisions must be for the other femboy.

Just then, a scrabble of enthusiastic movement emerged from the first doorway along the nearest corridor and rushed out to meet them. Jesse was nearly bowled straight over by what he was at first completely convinced were a pair of very short-furred dogs… until he caught the glint of mischievous, conscious intelligence in the eyes of the one that ended up pinning him to the floor. It was a slim, blonde-haired girl who was taking great relish in running her tongue across most of his face.

"Back Sloppy! Down Floppy! Leave him alone!" Came Suzy's embarrassed, commanding tones.

He tugged the pair back by the collars around their necks, simpler but still so similar to the ones both sissies wore. Once the naked bodies were off of him, Jesse could fully appreciate the two nigh-identical teens crawling around on all fours. Each had an unsettlingly-lifelike, fluffy tail emerging from their rear and made nothing but entirely convincing barks and yelps in excited greeting. Yet stunningly, he realised he recognised them both from the maglev carriage on his very first journey to Stanfield's. They were the twins he had watched accepting chin-tickles and head-pats from passing strangers, chatting away without a care in the world at their canine positioning.

Suzy offered a hand to pull his guest back upright. "Sorry Jesse… I forgot Uncle Larry was coming. He doesn't train his 'puppies' very well…"

A jovial scoff came from the same door said 'puppies' had come from, closely followed by a rather portly, if warmly smiling, gentleman.

"Well I am sorry, little Su-Su… but not all of us can send our pets to the finest schools." Suzy blushed a little to have been overheard, but it was immediately clear that the pair of them had a teasingly antagonistic relationship. He reached out an arm to accept the apologetic hug, but gave a sharp pinch to the sissy's backside instead. "Besides… I like a bit of wild left in my cuties. I don't want them rolling over and showing their bellies to just anyone."

He pulled out a small device from his pocket and made a clicking sound. Immediately, both the naked dog-twins stopped rolling over each other and rushed to his heels. They stayed there, kneeling perfectly still, while he turned his attention to the newcomer with a certain degree of leering, unsubtle interest.

"So, niece-or-nephew… Who's your pretty friend?"