Dog sitting (part 2)

Braon / Peters’s POV
Fel had talked me into pretending to be a dog to get close to Emma easily. I did feel a bit guilty, but her constant rejection of me was driving me crazy, and I was finding it more and more difficult not to sweep her up in my arms, carry her off into the woods and ravish her until she screams my name in ecstasy.

Hopefully this won’t come back to bite us when I tell her the truth. The man part of me knows that would be wrong on so many levels, but the wolf part doesn’t understand what the problem is.

The plan we developed was simple; Fel would beg Emma to look after Braon as we had been called away to a family emergency, the key was not too many details, less lies to be caught out on later, but creation of a sense of urgency.

I was surprised how smoothly it all went, and on New Year’s Day we watched Fel drive away, leaving Emma with a bemused look holding a lead in one hand and a bag of chicken in the other… There was no way I was eating dog food, foul canned mush.

‘Well boy’ Emma looked bewildered and a little lost. ‘To run or not to run that is the question…. Oh and I really hope you get on okay with cats…’ She sighed ‘Hell I hope they get on with dogs’

She decided to run, muttering something about how I would need lots of exercise, so she dumped the bag in the back of her car and we ran.
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After the run she drove us straight to her house, I noticed her daughter, Jo? wasn’t with her for a change, but it is not like we could ask why. The journey was brief and Emma kept us entertained as she chatted about the news on the radio, her New Year's resolutions (not to have any), and her cats.

We arrived at an unremarkable terrace house, in the middle of a street of terraced houses, and the street was in the midst of lots of other similar streets. It has a sad slightly run down appearance, and a flash of insight told me this home was a physical manifestation of the woman living there.

The front door opened directly into the front room. Laminate covered the floor, the room minimally furnished, a two seat sofa, a chair, a table and a bookcase. The mug on the table was the one we had bought her which made me happy.

‘Sit… stay’ she commanded us. Like we were some damn dog…. oh yeah, that’s the point.

‘Romeo, De Niro, Spot where are you, my spoiled feline fiends,’ she called. ‘I have someone I want you to meet’

A large tabby cat sauntered in, took one look at us and hissed.

‘Spot, you little bastard, be nice to our guest…. please…. it won’t be for long’

A couple of minutes later the cat’s backup arrived in the shape of two black and white tom cats. All of them were clearly pissed off with having a ruddy great wolf in their home. We decided to just ignore them and lay down, head on paws, looking up at Emma mournfully.

Emma crouched down beside us and stroked our head, ‘Don’t worry Braon, I am sure they will come round… or not’

Then she sat hard on the floor next to us, looked round and just said ‘Shit’
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The next morning, she was up before the sun and dragged us to a small playing field behind some houses at the end of her street. She wandered around the edge, letting us wander freely for 30 minutes before heading back. It was nice to be able to start checking out the area, hopefully we would be able to work out where she lives.

She left us in the front room while she went upstairs, emerging sometime later dressed for the office. Breakfast was served in the kitchen, the three cats acting as if we didn’t exist. Stuck up felines.

‘Braon, I am off to work… I am going straight to Sam’s to babysit afterwards, please don’t chase the cats… see you later’

Finally we were alone in her home, once we were sure no one else was home we transformed back into Peter.
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I found the house was sparsely furnished. Upstairs there were three rooms and a bathroom. Two rooms were made up as bedrooms, the smaller one smelt of Emma, I threw myself on her unmade double bed and inhaled deeply. Okay I am wrong to invade her privacy, I thought, but if I die now I would be happy… surrounded by her essence.

I lingered a while longer, then completed my explorations of the upper floor. The largest bedroom had the most furnishings and was set up as a guest room, with lots of toys, so I guess she hosts her granddaughter here sometimes. The last room was very small, with a desk and a computer set up, clearly being used as a study. A grin stretched my mouth when I saw a number of pressed flowers waiting to be set in a scrapbook which looked like it had been bought just for that purpose.

Downstairs were only the two rooms, living room and kitchen, and behind the house was a small overgrown garden that could be accessed via a door from the kitchen, or an alleyway between the houses.

Mid morning the postman delivered a circular and what looked like a bill, but most importantly this told me where I was, it gave me an address for my love.
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The day dragged on.

I was glad that I could use the bathroom. I imagine I would find it uncomfortable if I was restricted in my form. The cats spent the day in and out through the catflap, and I took the time to ensure that they found us tolerable in both our forms, no point in upsetting my mate by having her pets run away.

About 4pm I decided to transform back into Braon, as we had no idea when she would be back.
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The time was approaching 8pm when we heard her car engine, finally.

She apologised for the late hour and ran upstairs before reappearing dressed in sweats, and reached for the lead. Ahhhh a chance to go out.

We didn’t go to the same park as we had that morning. We headed off in the opposite direction, my head was on a swivel, watching for any danger that might approach.

The park was dark and wooded, but it was nice to stretch our legs. It was empty at that time of night, and I used the time to check the entire perimeter while she stayed on a bench near the gate.

Then Emma took us back home, and served dinner to us and the ever present felines.

Our poor Emma was clearly exhausted, we watched her doze off in the armchair, and curled closer around her feet.

Her feet twitched as she entered into a dream, her heart rate accelerated, waves of fear started rolling off her. We jumped up, Braon’s body looming over our little mate, a single drop of salvia fell hitting her face, and the fear rolled back.

We moved back as well. Her feet stopped twitching, then her whole body started to move, almost writhing, and we could smell her growing arousal. Jealousy spiked my heart.

‘Pe-ter’ she murmured. She’s dreaming of … us. And it is a sexy dream. A gutteral growl filled my throat.

Her arousal grew stronger and stronger, the scent was filling the room… we… no I wanted to transform…. to fulfil her dream, then before I could act she was awake, with tears streaming down her face.

She looked deeply into my eyes caressing me, and in that moment I found out everything I wanted to know...

‘Oh what am I going to do Braon….I am falling hard for your master. I want him, I want to give him a chance if he wants to…. but I can’t be hurt, I can’t do it again’
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She disappeared upstairs after that little declaration, and I tried hard not to think about the high buzzing sound I could hear from her bedroom. Wondering what she would do if I joined her as Peter… probably scream the place down and call the police.

The rest of our stay wasn’t nearly as eventful. Emma would walk us, then go to work. She was home far earlier, about 6pm, there would be another walk in the woods and she would disappear up to bed by 10pm. We didn’t hear the buzzing again, although we tracked down the source to her bedside drawers.

As planned, Fel contacted Emma on Friday to collect Braon.
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‘So big brother, how was your stay?’

‘Epic, amazing, wonderful’ I expound. ‘Now lend me your phone’

‘My phone?’

‘Yep’ I respond taking her phone from her and dialling in one smooth movement.

‘Emma, hi it's me not Fel…. Thank you so much for looking after Braon for me… After the run tomorrow I was hoping you would come to lunch with me, as way of a thank you’... 'I won't take no for an answer, I owe you'...