Roomie

You shake your head. “Listen Button. You just forget all about that stuff, okay? I’m not like those other men.” You look at her. “You’re not just an object to be used and discarded, okay?”

“Um, okay.”

“Gah! What I thought was a dream is turning out to be a nightmare. That all sounds horrible.”

Her big eyes narrow and her black nose twitches as she sniffs. “You really didn’t know any of that, did you?” She says. “What planet are you from? What was that your planet back there we landed at? Was that your home?”

You recalled hearing about how important it was to keep Earth a secret. And after hearing about the casual cruelty that this galactic civilization treated their ‘pups’ with you realized just how dire that advice might be.

“I’m, uh, from a distant planet.” You say. “That’s all I can say for now.”

“I’d say distant!” She says. “The trip there took a long time. What happened to the elders that were here? They must have stayed behind. I don’t smell them anymore.”

“Yeah.”

“So why are you hiding? Are you a criminal!? Running from a mistress I bet.”

“No. I’m just not supposed to be here. That’s all.”

“So that planet…”

“Button, um, would it be okay if I asked you not ask these questions?”

“Okay.” She says and just like that drops it. Suddenly she scurries forward on all fours and starts to sniff around the open crate. “It’ll be nice to have another stowaway to keep me company. It gets really lonely down here by myself.”

“Erm, I bet.” You say, trying your damnedest not to stare at that tight little ass and that pretty pink pussy and those cute fuzzy balls that were all pointed your way.

“Yerp!” She barks! She actually barked! And it was so CUTE! “What is this!? He he he!” Between finger and thumb she lifts your sweaty, cum stained shirt from the trunk. As you blush furiously she takes it in both hands and buries her face in it, taking in the scent in long, deep sniffs. “Ohhhh wow! This smells amazing!”

“Uh, yeah, um, about that…”

As she pulls it away you nearly die of embarrassment as you notice a smear or you jizz across her glossy nose. She giggles and slurps it off with a quick swipe of her tongue. “Can I have it?”

“What? You want my dirty shirt?”

“I sure do.” She crawls into the trunk and begins to snuffle around it. All you could see is her wagging tail from where you sat. “Mmmmm!”

“Well, it’s kinda my only shirt. So I kinda need it.” You sit back and prop yourself up by your arms to look around the cargo bay. Outside your family’s luggage and some gray containers there isn’t much to see except the lift door on one end, a set of big cargo doors on the other, and blank windowless walls in between. You see none of the necessities of life. No food, no water, not even a washroom. “I’ll have to wash it if I can find a sink. Hey, so, you live down here?”

“Nope.” Her head pops up over the edge of the crate. “I live in there.” She points to the crawl space you’d noticed earlier. “I just come out here when I’m bored, which is a lot of the time honestly.” She looks around at the crate itself, her fingers feeling along the lip and over the latches. “I like your luggage. Kinda retro and kinda just…different. I’ve never seen this style before.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m into retro.”

You watch Button as she sniffs about the trunk a bit more before stepping out to go check out one of Chloe’s boxes. Except your shirt, which she now carried with her, she doesn’t actually open, shift, or move anything. She just looks and listens and smells.

“These scents are incredible. I’ve never smelled anything like this.”

You chuckle. “Well, that’s Chloe’s stuff. God only knows what you’re smelling in there.”

“God? Whose that? Did she pack Chloe’s stuff?”

With a laugh and shake of your head. “It’s too complicated to explain.”

Rubbing your arms as you clutch them close to your bare torso a little shiver runs through you. “It’s cool in here.”

“It’ll get colder still. It’s only this warm because of the planet air that came in at landing. In a few hours you will be able to see your breath.” Button says as she moves onto one of Aunt Peg’s containers. “Ohhh, this smells so good!” Her tail wags even faster. “Mmm! What is it?”

Hopping to your feet you walk over and lean down to sniff the container. “Ah. Vanilla, spices, wood scents. Probably scented candles or incense or something. Peg likes to do yoga and meditation and stuff.”

As you stand so does she, revealing that you were correct in guessing her height to just under five foot. She looks up at you and offers you your shirt. You accept it from her, noticing how careful she is not to actually touch you.

“So…if you touch me you’ll imprint on me?”

“It’s more about you touching me.” She says. “But yes. It won’t happen on just a single touch but I’ve heard it doesn’t take long. Especially if the boy and pup like each other. And the touches are cumulative.” Scratching herself just behind the ear, her slender fingers sinking deep into the supple brown fur of her head, she looks around the Earth luggage. “Unless you really want yourself a bad puppy it’s best that we don’t touch at all, just to be safe.”

A best friend for life? With the cutest woman you’d ever seen? Just from a bit of touching? It was too good to be true. Truly, too good to be true. It sounded fun and amazing at first blush but the ramifications were dire and they were permanent. For Button at least. On a good day you felt like you could barely manage your own life. You were in no state to be responsible for someone else. And responsible you would be. What if the pair of you didn’t get along? What if you discovered you were allergic to her? And what if you wanted to return to Earth? Hiding a ding-a-ling was one thing but those ears and tail would not be so easily concealed by a long skirt. Sure you could return and leave her behind…to die from loneliness. No. It was way too irresponsible. You could still be friends with her, you’d just have to do it the normal way.

“Yeah. You’re right.” You say. “Not about being a bad puppy though. You’re not bad.”

“Ohhh but I am. I ran away. I hid on this ship. I got into all sorts of mischief back home.” She says. “I’m trouble Jesse. What’s this thing?”

“That’s Chloe’s scooter. Whoo.” You rub your arms again trying to stimulate bloodflow. As the sweat on your body wicks away the falling temperature creeps into your flesh. Cum stained or not you were starting to think about slipping back into your shirt. Button seemed not to be bothered by the cool though her perky nips and nubby little peen suggested otherwise. “They tried to convince her not to bring it. She can barely even drive the darn thing without crashing but she insisted.”

Button walks slowly around it, inspecting it with great interest. “So what was your plan Jesse?” She asks as she glides her fingers over the seat. “You weren’t going to stay in that box, were you?”

“No. The plan was to stay in my sister’s room.” You say. “But I don’t think that’s going to work out so well.”

“No?”

“Small room. Nowhere to hide. People coming to the door all the time. No water, no washroom. There’s no way I can last two weeks in there without getting spotted.”

“You’re in luck!” Button’s floppy ear perk up. “I’ve got room. Total privacy. Total secrecy. Food and water aren’t an issue. And the washroom situation is, erm, manageable.”

“Well…it’s not like I’ve got many other offers.” You say. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a roomie Button.”