Behaving Badly

Note: I went for something more sympathetic. True the behavior is bad, but just desserts are served.

There were some drawbacks to taking the form of a dog. The lack of thumbs was one; it made opening doors a real bitch, no pun intended. The fleas were another. Rahne Sinclair didn’t assume her canine form in public very often; it was too difficult to get caught somewhere she couldn't change. Like the pound. Lately, however, she had a reason. At the end of the school day, she asked Kitty to bring her books home for her, saying she had an errand to run. Kitty agreed and Rahne went out to the back of the school. When no one was looking, she changed and trotted off to the football field. She knew that Mike Saunders wasn’t interested in her. He was a senior, and an athlete, but she just liked being near him. To her delight, he was also an animal lover.


Rahne had started following him on four legs just to see where he lived. He walked home from school when it was warm, and only lived a few blocks away. He’d spotted her the third time she’d done it and called out to her in a gentle voice. She didn’t need to feign shyness, she always felt a little strange when people treated her like a dog. But she did allow him to touch her a few days later. It was heavenly to feel his strong fingers rubbing her neck. He spoke to her with affection, calling her “Pretty Girl.” She followed him home that day and played with him in the back yard until he was called in for dinner.


By the weekend, Mike had let her into the house while his parents were away and taken her into his room. He’d played his guitar for her, then petted her while he talked on the phone to his friends. He mentioned a few girls at school to his friends, but not her. He didn’t know she was alive. He told her he loved her and didn't even know her name. He called her "Jessie.” He rubbed her stomach and she let her tongue loll out of her mouth lazily. He laughed when she hid her snout under her paws and gazed at him with her big brown eyes. When he changed his clothes, he didn’t make her leave the room, and she watched him.


Mike’s chest was muscular and lean. He’d fill out more when he got older, she was certain. His legs were long and straight, and his butt was tight and perly rly round. She tried not to drool when he faced her and she saw a man’s naked genitals for the first time. He went into the shower and left the door open. She peeked in and watched through a crack in the curtain but went back to his room when she heard the shower turn off. He picked up the phone when he returned, damp and warm, and called one of his friends on the football team.


Rahne’s heart beat nervously when John, one of her classmates, came into the house. It was near dinnertime at the mansion and she figured she should make her departure, but Mike sat next to her on the bed and idly rubbed her ears. Her senses were more acute in canine form, and he smelled wonderful. She didn’t listen to what the boys were saying, but she just lay her chin on his towel-covered thigh and smelled him. She was startled when the edge of the towel flicked open and draped over her eyes. She didn’t dare to pick up her head at first. He would be naked, and so close. But why was he naked in front of John? She supposed that they might be used to changing in front of each other in the locker room, but a sinking feeling in her gut told her that there was something else happening.


Rahne’s hope vanished when she backed out from under the towel and saw John removing his jacket and shirt. The looks they were giving each other were the same as the ones she gave him. Longing. She backed away from Mike and he glanced at her with a chuckle. She got off the bed, but the door was shut and she could do nothing but sit under his desk as the two young men began to touch and kiss each other. It was like a train wreck, it was horrifying but she couldn’t look away. John moved down to kneel between Mike’s legs. Mike leaned back and rested his weight behind him on his hands. He groaned when John took him into his mouth.


Rahne watched while John pleasured Mike with his mouth and hands. It seemed like forever until Mike let out a couple of grunts and buried hinds nds in his lover's hair, pushing his head down in increasing speed while his face was tense with ecstasy. Rahne looked away in embarrassment while John got a tissue and wiped his mouth. Then he unfastened his jeans and motioned to Mike who turned over.


"Sorry it’s gotta be so quick." John said, spitting into his palm and rubbing his penis, already hard and throbbing. "My mom's having friends over for dinner and I gotta be there." Mike nodded without comment. John sucked on his two fingers before bending over the other young man and slipping them inside him. Everyone had secrets, now she knew one and she couldn't help but wonder how many other people knew it. She was hurting from the knowledge that he would never care for her the way she cared for him. She felt horrible for spying on a very private moment. It was nothing more than she deserved, she told herself.


John was kneeling behind Mike and sliding himself inside. They both groaned and grunted and she could smell their mingled sweat. It didn't last very long this time; she stole a few glances at John's naked buttocks as they clenched while he thrust inside Mike. Mike, the man Rahne had come to love, just a little, as a companion. When they were finished, John got up and left. Mike didn't say or do anything until he was gone. Then his shoulders slumped sadly and he called her to his knee. She crept forward and allowed him to scratch her ears.


"At least you're not so eager to get away from me, Jessie." She bowed her head, unwilling to meet his gaze in her traitorous form. She felt guilt crushing her for making his trust her. He thumped her side affectionately and went to the bathroom again. When she heard the shower running, she took her cue to escape through his bedroom window.


Rahne ran all the way back to the mansion in her canine form. She was stuck in a bad place. Mike had been feeling isolated and lonely, and she'd only thought of herself when she'd accepted his friendship as a canine. Now he trusted her and she couldn't bring herself to go back to him. She didn't deserve hisretsrets, and she couldn't share her own private agony with anyone else. She deserved the pain; she repeated to herself, she deserved it.