Chapter 2 Bad Times

Jake arrived at Gabbie's house around 4PM, parking his truck on the street in front of the little patch of lawn that was shared between their house and the neighbours. They had a nice big house on the ridge that overlooked the park and bordering the property was the public pathway leading down into the park. The house was multi level and had a front attached double garage. It looked like most of the other houses in the neighbourhood, with a single tree on the small front lawn off to the side of the garage, where the front door was.

The tree had long since died, though, with only a couple of weird ornaments that looked like Halloween decorations hanging from its cold dead limbs. In contrast, it looked like there were large, full-grown trees in the backyard, which likely added to the privacy that Gabbie had alluded to. Before getting out of his truck, he set the AWAY function on the VoIP app, so any business calls would route to his mom and the others. He also put the phone on silent, so there would be no interruptions when he was with Gabbie. As he started walking up their driveway, a black cat ran out and sat in the middle of the sidewalk off the corner of the garage. It was meowing and hissing like crazy and shaking its head. Jake wondered if it was their cat or just a stray, but it didn't look friendly. Gabbie opened the front door and said, "Don't mind him. He's a stray that animal control can't seem to catch. Just give him a kick and he'll move." Jake didn't kick the cat, but he used his foot to shoo the cat away and simply stepped around it as he started up the stairs toward the front door. Gabbie was wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a sultry smile as she invited him inside and closed the door behind him. The place had quite a large entrance, but as you stepped inside, the dining area was off to the left side. It had weird looking tall backed black chairs, and the table looked like some ancient wooden table that was about 3 inches thick and had steel bands with carriage bolts holding it together. There were some used candles on the table, and on shelves mounted around the room. The paint was dark and looked gloomy. The ambience of the room, along with that weird table, actually reminded Jake of a horror movie where they strapped sacrifices to a table like that with candles all around. Gabbie jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist before kissing him with fervour. Her hands were on his face and neck as her crotch was rubbing the bulge that was already present in his pants. Since she wore only a bathrobe, Jake's hands were cupping her naked ass to hold her after she jumped on him. They broke the kiss and, with a mischievous smile, she whispered, "Follow me." Standing on her own, she grabbed Jake's hand and lead him to the living room at the back of the house. As they walked through the house, Jake mentally noted that they had a lot of odd, almost macabre, decorations. His thoughts of the decorations faded quickly as they reached the living room, which had a large sectional sofa with the end of the sofa forming a day bed with no sides. She pushed him back onto the sofa and climbed on top of him. He briefly thought she was moving too fast, but as her bathrobe opened and exposing those large, beautiful, natural breasts, he lost his train of thought as he began suckling those nipples that were right in front of his face. She extracted his cock from his pants and was rubbing it between their bodies, coating his cock with pussy juice. Her rubbing strokes got longer and longer until his cock almost slipped inside on every stroke. Looking up to meet her eyes, she had this odd sparkle to her eyes as her lips formed into a wicked-almost evil-grin, and he could have sworn her eyes turned from green to purple for a brief second. As she climbed off Jake, the bathrobe was wide open, exposing her nude body to his purview. As he stared at her gorgeous body, he didn't see her grab a stick from a nearby vase as she stood there with that evil grin and said, "You were such an easy mark on Saturday night!" "Wait! Did she just call me a mark?" That thought causing Jake's mind to go through self-preservation scenarios, as he tucked his cock back into his pants, concluding that this was some twisted game that she did to pretend she was a witch. Witches aren't real-are they? Step one of his self-preservation plan was video of this twisted game she was playing, as he tapped the back of his phone that started video recording without having to unlock the phone. Then held up the phone and tried to explain. "I don't know what you are up to, but this is just too weird. Gabbie, it was nice to have met you, but I can show myself to the door." Gabbie shook her head. "You're not going anywhere, you stupid boy!" Again, Jake was sure her eyes just changed from green to purple. As she said that, she pointed her wand at him. If it was a wand, it wasn't a straight stick and it really just looked like the twig of a tree, except very polished. Just as he was about to speak, Gabbie waved her wand and said, "Silence!" "Yeah, as if!" Jake said-but no sound came out. Fuck! Witches are real! He thought, as flipped the phone to selfie-mode to record that he couldn't talk. With some proof they were up to no-good, he closed that video. Gabbie's evil grin then turned malevolent. "All men are dogs!" He started another video, but as he turned it toward the witch, she said something-it wasn't English. First his clothes disappeared, then his whole body was wracked with excruciating pain, although he still held on to the phone, trying to keep it steady. Fortunately, as his hands started transforming, he stopped the recording before he dropped the phone. His phone backed everything up to a cloud account, so the first video should be uploaded by now and this video would be short, so hopefully it would upload as well. Through a mirror-backed cabinet, he witnessed his transformation into a dog-nay wolf! His heart raced as he struggled to stand. It was so much different with four legs and paws, but his body seemed to adjust quickly. Once he gained his balance, he was in fight mode. He was a wolf now. He could attack the witch, but as he turned to face her, Gabbie kicked him in the head and sent him sprawling. Laying on the floor, he saw his phone, but he couldn't pick it up with his paws. She pulled one of the macabre decorations off the wall. It was a morning star, with 2 inch spikes around the end. The witch took it and put her hand through the wrist strap to keep from losing the weapon. Then, with a cackle, she started kicking him. The morning star was probably just in case he tried to attack her, or to finish the job when she had her fun. Unaccustomed to his new form and not wanting to face that gnarly weapon, it was time for flight, with the only option for escape being the large picture window into the backyard. With little time to think, he jumped and crashed through the window in an explosion of glass shards, falling to the grass below-good thing she hadn't taken him upstairs or to the basement. Everything seemed to spin as he tried to gain his bearings. He didn't think the glass cut him, but the radical turn of events-going from steamy to macabre in the blink of an eye-coupled with the changes brought on by his new dog form was overwhelming. The eyesight was the biggest change. He seemed to remember that dogs were near-sighted and colour blind, but he seemed to have the same vision he had as a human. He just had a wider field of view from the new position of his eyes. As his head cleared, he could hear the witch unlocking the back door of the house. As she opened the door, Jake saw she still had the morning star in their hand. He did not want to get hit with that thing! The fence around their yard was about 7-foot high, likely to mask whatever weird rituals witches did. There was no way Jake could jump that, but the fence facing the park was only a standard short black chain-link fence, just like every other house along the ridge. Needing to escape, Jake simply jumped over the chain-link fence and tumbled down the steep embankment on the other side. He should be safe in the river valley. He knew the valley well and there were lots of hiding places among the trees. Plus, his home was just on the other side. He stuck to the trees and bushes as he made his way across the valley towards his home. There were a few times he had to crouch down and let people pass, fortunately all of them were on bikes or jogging and didn't have dogs. He used this time to get used to some of his newly enhanced senses. His vision, sense of smell and hearing were all improved. Once he got to his house, he easily jumped his own chain-link fence, but then found he couldn't open the door. He didn't remember locking the door as it was in the backyard and there were motion lights and cameras, so he rarely ever locked it, but he couldn't push the lever handle down. Rascal, the neighbour's dog, started barking. "Thanks Rascal, but I don't need the extra attention!" He said, although he realized it came out as a series of growling sounds. After a minute, Rascal's barks sounded different, almost understandable. Then finally, on one bark, he understood, "Run!" Just as he understood that bark, he caught a strange smell and saw the two people through the cracks in the fence, likely animal control officers, walking down the public pathway to the park. The one guy could really use a shower! A surge of adrenalin coursed through his veins as he turned and ran, jumping the fence and running back into the river valley. As he ran, he remembered finding a small cave when he was 12. If it was still there, and he could remember where it was, it would give him a place to hide and figure out what to do. Sticking to the trees, avoiding people and their dogs, Jake eventually found the little cave. Well, it wasn't really a cave, more or less a hollowed out area under a large tree. He found it was currently unoccupied-much to his relief. As he curled up in the hollow, the adrenalin wore off and he drifted off to sleep. Jake awakened to the sound of something approaching the hollow. He hoped it wasn't the animal control officers, or worse-children. Then he caught a fresh scent. It wasn't the animal control people, this smelled too-wild. It must be an animal. As the animal approached, Jake readied himself to evacuate the hollow or attack. From outside the hollow, he could hear dog sounds that said, "I'm a friend. I mean you no harm." Then a smaller wolf peeked its head inside the hollow and said, "My name is Brent." Wow, he totally understood what the wolf said! The sounds he made were like a dog, but Jake heard the words in his head. Jake thought before saying, "Hi! My name is Jake." Brent asked, "Are you an actual wolf, or did you get turned into one?" The question surprised Jake, but not really after what had just happened. "I just got turned. Did you used to be human too?" "Yup! I met this hot babe named Gabbie at a bar and we went back to her place. That was when I learned she was a witch and she turned me into a wolf. That was about 6 months ago-I think! I've kind of lost track of time. I just know there was still some snow on the ground." "Are there others like us?" "Yes, Nina is a female wolf, but I haven't seen her in a while, so who knows what has happened to her and you'll eventually meet Larry. He's a cat that got turned more than a year ago. He usually hangs around us for protection from the real animals, so if you see him, don't hurt him. If there're others, I've never met them and they've never mentioned them either." Jake asked, "All lured in by Gabbie and turned?" "Not all of us. Larry was just being a good samaritan and helping them with groceries. Both Gabbie and her mom, Cassandra, are witches. Larry faced both of them, but the rest of us just faced Gabbie." That statement made Jake mad. Those witches were doing this for their own enjoyment. "Any ideas on how to change us back? I don't want to be a dog-err, wolf." "Actually, you're a werewolf, well-reverse werewolf. You'll turn human on the full moon and then back into a wolf in the morning." "So, not permanently a wolf. That's at least something to work with, but how do we break this curse? Confront them on the full moon and demand they change us back?" "Larry can probably tell it better since it was before I got turned, but there was a guy named Dean that tried to do just that. The cops came and took him away. Not sure what happened at sunrise if he was still in their custody, but no one has seen or heard from him since. They probably have him locked up in some secret facility and experimenting on him." "Yeah, and they'd probably think he was mental if he was talking about being a werewolf and calling them witches. So the trick would be to confront her on the full moon with other humans as witness that could corroborate the story." "That's a brilliant plan! How many human friends have you made since you got turned into a werewolf?" "Hmm, yeah, I can see the flaw in that now. Humans run and scream when they see a wolf." That realization hit Jake like one of those morning stars. This would not be a simple task to accomplish. "While you come up with a plan to recruit humans to our cause, I'm going to sleep. There's another hollow a couple of trees over. I'll be there if you need me." Brent said as he sauntered by. Now that Jake had seen him. Brent was a pretty scrawny wolf-more like a large coyote. The first thought that came to mind was he probably ate little, which made Jake realize he was hungry. Which was like another kick from the witch-he was going to have to kill something and eat it. Something he had never done before. In the silence, Jake considered everything. The company software tracked both his truck and his phone, and it uploaded everything on his phone to the Internet. He had used the quick key, so he never unlocked his phone. So without knowing his passcode, they could not delete the content. They could destroy his phone, but then the last known location of the phone would be their house, so if they were smart they would grab his keys and phone, put them in the truck and drive the truck somewhere. His mom could be the saving grace. She had administrative access to everything, so she just needed to check the cloud storage. Surely, when he didn't show up for work tomorrow, they'd go looking into the location of his truck and phone. Plus, Bruce and Paul were his best friends that worked for him and they were with him at the bar when he met Gabbie. So they knew where he was going. Bruce had seen some of the racy texts Gabbie had sent. Mind you, Gabbie was in his schedule along with her address, so they could all see where he went. Hopefully, the search would start early tomorrow morning. He typically sent out his morning email to the group at 6AM, hopefully when it didn't show up, they'd start looking into the location of his phone and truck and maybe the cloud phone data. The software also recorded GPS coordinates, so they could see time stamps of the locations for both his truck and phone, even if they destroyed his phone. He awoke to the sound of a muffled scream and noticed it was dusk now. As he looked out the hollow, he saw three men trying to rape what looked like a young woman. They were only about 50 metres from the hollow, but Jake couldn't let it happen, even if he was a wolf. He exited the hollow and snuck up to the group. Once he got close, he ran and jumped at the one man that wasn't holding onto the girl, likely the leader. Jake then turned and growled at the other two men. He could see the fear in their eyes and smell their fear-and piss, since at least one of them pissed themselves! The other minion pulled out a knife, leaving piss guy to hold the girl, as the man he had knocked down got up and also pulled out a knife. The two men spread out, likely hoping one could attack from his blind side. Fortunately, being turned, he kept his human eyesight, but had the advantage of the dog's wider field of view. He still couldn't see directly behind himself, but he could probably see 270 degrees, plus, he also had way keener hearing. As they brandished their weapons, the girl was still fighting the grip of the lone man. She got free for a second to yell for help, before he hit her in the head and covered her mouth. Jake glared at the leader as he waved the knife back and forth. He continued his deep growl as he approached the man. Staying wary of the man trying to flank him. The leader faked lunging at Jake to give the minion a chance, but Jake heard him, stepped to the side, turned around, and caught his knife wielding hand in his jaws. A simple violent twist of his head, cause the man to yell in pain as he tossed him to the side. Jake quickly refocused on the leader, but stayed wary of the injured minion. The leader lunged at Jake this time, trying to stab him with the knife. Again, Jake simply stepped to the side and caught the man's knife wielding wrist with his powerful jaws. Jake heard the bones in his wrist break, forcing him to drop the knife, as another violent twist of his head tossed the man away. Jake then turned his attention to the man holding the girl, bared his teeth, and growled. The man knocked the girl over the head with something and pushed her toward Jake. As she fell to the ground, she was not unconscious so Jake ran after piss guy. He caught him quickly as he bit the man's leg and then drug him back to the girl. She had taken out her phone and was taking pictures of the men who were still lying on the ground in pain when Jake returned with the piss guy. She took his picture as Jake let him go and the men all ran, or at least limped away. The girl didn't look injured, so the man likely just punched her in the head. Jake stayed close to the girl as she called 9-1-1, although all Jake could hear was her side of the conversation. "My name is Hannah, and I'd like to report an attack by three men in Fish Creek Park. ... I was walking home from a friend's and they jumped out at me. They had knives. ... My dog saved me, he bit the two guys with knives in the wrist and the other guy hit me and tried to run away, but my dog caught him and drug him back. I have pictures of the attackers. ... Yes, he dragged the man back. He's part wolf, he's a great protector. ... I'm ok now, just maybe a bump on my head. ... My dog wasn't with me when I was walking. Luckily, I was close to home. He probably heard or saw me and jumped the fence to rescue me." She then gave her address and said she would be home shortly and that the officer could come by anytime. As Jake sat beside her during her call, she even petted his fur. So maybe she was trusting him? She then checked for a non-existent collar, then checked his ears, likely looking for a sign that he was a pet with a name. "I don't see a collar or tattoo, so I hope you're not somebody's pet. I just told the police you were my dog, so you wouldn't get in trouble. Do you have a home?" Jake shook his head no and nuzzled up to her. "You're a smart wolf. Thank you for saving me." The girl was pretty, but small. She didn't look like a teenager, though, just a petite woman. Jake guessed she was in her early 20s, but she was barely 5 foot tall and probably didn't weigh 100 pounds. "I know you're a wolf and likely wild, but you seem tame and behaved and you're obviously smart. Do you actually understand me?" Jake nodded yes. She smiled even more. After all, it's not every day you meet a wild dog that is intelligent. This was Jake's chance to befriend a human. "Are you hungry?" Jake nodded yes. "Are you going to hurt me?" Jake nodded no. "Did those guys hurt you?" Jake nodded no. Good! She was asking a mixture of yes and no questions, trying to determine the level of his understanding. Hopefully, he was earning her trust. Let's see how far she would go. "So, what is your name?" This was a tough one. How could he teach her his name? "Spot?" He shook his head. "Wolf?" He gave her a sideways look as he shook his head. She laughed. "OK, not wolf!" She thought for another minute, then chuckled and asked, "Rumpelstiltskin?" Jake chuckled internally as he looked straight up and then faked falling over and put one of his paws over his eyes. At least she had a good sense of humour. "Wow, you are really smart and funny!" As she bent down and scratched his belly. As Jake then got up, she brushed off the grass and then held Jake's head in both of her hands and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Tell you what. It's cool out here. Let's go home where we can get you something to eat and figure out your name. It looks like you're my dog now." Jake nodded as they started walking down the path. She talked as they went like he was an old friend. Her name was Hannah, and she had been thinking about getting a dog and thought maybe this was fate choosing her dog for her? During the walk, they passed a few joggers and cyclists. They gave her an odd look, but passed by without issue-thinking he was her pet since he seemed so tame. Every time they passed someone walking or jogging, all Jake could think was... act normal, act like a dog, act normal, act like a dog. As they approached Hannah's house, Jake realized where he knew her from. She lived at a house he mowed the lawn and shovelled snow for. Hannah had been around a few times when he was there. He remembered she looked cute in a bikini! Her place was just like his. She lived in a walkout basement suite about a dozen houses down from his own place. If memory served, her parents were out of the country until Thanksgiving. Without even thinking about what he was doing, Jake wiped his feet on the mat at the door, then stepped inside. He noticed there was a large doghouse at the end of the patio and they had a dog run beside it, but he didn't see or even smell another dog. Hannah was standing there with a shocked look. "How can you not be someone's pet? You are so well-trained and behaved. You even wiped your feet! I thought Rex was smart, but he didn't even do that!" Again, she leaned down and gave him another kiss on the forehead. "Let's get you something to eat." Hannah was nice, and she smelled good! Jake followed her around the kitchen island and sat down as Hannah opened the refrigerator. She apologized for having limited food, but gave him about half of the lasagne she had-then put some on a plate for herself. She then filled a pot of water for him to drink and put her plate into the microwave as she walked back outside. Jake devoured the lasagne. It tasted great and definitely hit the spot since he hadn't had supper, and best of all was he didn't have to kill anything. The water was still cool, so he had a drink as well, not realizing how thirsty he actually was. It took a few licks until he figured out how to drink as a dog. The microwave beeped again as Hannah came back inside carrying a blanket, a large dog bed, as well as food and water bowls. Seeing Jake had already finished his meal, she laughed. "Typical guy! Did you even taste the lasagne?" Jake nodded yes and licked his chops, causing her to laugh again. She placed the food and water dishes on a mat beside the kitchen island and put the large dog bed in front of the TV. Then took the heavy blanket into her bedroom. "I brought you some of Rex's things. He died of old age about a year ago, so I had been thinking about getting a new dog. Maybe this is fate saying you are the perfect dog for me?" She got a glass of water or juice from the fridge and took her lasagne to the coffee table. Jake simply laid down in front of the TV on the other side of the coffee table from her. As she ate, she got out her laptop and pulled up a website, then after a minute, she closed it and said, "There! You'll have some real dog food delivered tomorrow. Now we just need to figure out your name. You obviously have one, as you didn't like my previous suggestions." Then, on an off-the-cuff suggestion, she asked, "How about Jake?" It shocked Jake that she had guessed his name, but nodded his head in the affirmative. Hannah smiled. "Well, Jake, I am glad I have a name to call you." Just then, the police knocked on the door. Jake watched the police officer as she entered, then he went and laid in the dog bed in front of the TV, trying to look as calm and behaved as possible. The female officer introduced herself as Officer Davidson and was responding to Hannah's 9-1-1 call. Hannah and the officer sat on the chairs around the kitchen island, as the officer looked over the report they had given her and said, "It says in the report there were three men and that they struck you." Hannah said yes and showed her the side of her head, but said it didn't hurt and there was no mark. She then took Hannah's statement and got the pictures of the three men. All the while, she kept looking over at Jake-curled up peacefully in front of the TV. Finally, the officer said, "Your dog dragged the man back and kept him from escaping until you took a picture. He's a big dog, and certainly seems well behaved, but dragging a full-grown man-can you get him to stand?" Hannah said, "His name is Jake. Get up, Jake." Jake stood up. The officer said, "Whoa! I can see he's big enough to drag a full-grown man. He is huge! Are you sure he's not an actual wolf? How long have you had him?" "I honestly just got him. I have been too busy to register him though. My old dog, Rex, died of old age, and I don't enjoy living alone without protection. I just left him at home tonight, because my old dog's collar didn't fit and I couldn't leash him." "You can register dogs online now. A leash on him would be aesthetic, anyway. With his size, you wouldn't be able to control him if he truly wanted to do something-he could easily overpower you. I can't get over how much he looks like an actual wolf, but I've never seen a wolf that well-behaved or trained." They both looked at Jake as he curled back up and laid down in the dog bed. "Wait! If he was at home, how did he come to rescue you?" Hannah looked puzzled, then said, "I'm not sure, but he's smarter than most dogs! Let's ask him." She then took a gamble and said, "Jake, can you go out to the doghouse and then come back in?" Jake nodded, then walked to the door and opened it-thanks to the lever handle-and walked out to the doghouse as the door automatically closed. He then turned around and came back, opening the door and pulling it open. He wiped his feet before stepping inside, then turned around and pushed the button to lock the door with his paw. With his task complete, he sat on the floor between the officer and Hannah. Hannah got down and hugged and kissed him. "I thought you could get in and out on your own! Good, Jake!" The police officer was flabbergasted. "That is the best trained dog I have ever seen! He even wiped his feet before he came inside-and then locked the door!" Hannah beamed with pride. "Jake is the best dog in the entire world." The officer then rubbed Jake on the head as she got up to leave. "He certainly is! Get a collar and take him with you the next time you walk in the park at night. There's no way anyone would attack you with him around. We have already sent notice to all medical clinics to watch for any men coming in with dog bites to their wrists or lower leg. Surely those guys will need stitches or medical attention. Make sure Jake's shots are all up to date." Just as the officer was about to leave, she asked, "Why did you name him Jake?" Hannah was quick with her response-almost like she was telling the truth. "Have you ever heard of that song Feed Jake?" The officer smiled. "I know that song well. It makes me cry every time I hear it. It's certainly fitting for him." Hannah kept her arms around Jake's neck. "He's been a good dog. My best friend right through it all." She said, singing the song. As the officer showed herself out, she sang that song. With the officer gone, Hannah hugged Jake again. "You rock, Jake!" "Let's watch a movie!" She said as she got up, went to the kitchen and started a package of microwave popcorn. As it was popping, she disappeared into the bedroom and came back a minute later wearing a sleep shirt. When the microwave dinged, she dumped the bag of popcorn into a large bowl and then grabbed a soda from the fridge. Setting the popcorn and her soda on the coffee table, she settled onto the daybed section of the sectional and reached for the remote control. As she leaned over, Jake spotted she wasn't wearing any panties. Actually, now that he was paying attention, he could smell her sex. She began browsing through the movies and, as she scrolled over each movie Jake liked, he would open his mouth. For all the others, he kept his mouth closed. She caught onto this and watched for movies that she wanted to watch and that Jake also liked. Eventually deciding on one of the Marvel superhero movies, she joking said, "You're more intelligent than my last boyfriend. Maybe I should wear a collar that says, Jake's Bitch?" Jake laughed at that as he rested his head on her lap-the smell of her sex was heavenly. She started the movie and fed Jake pieces of popcorn now and then. Eventually she said, "I need to do laundry, anyway. Here you go." As she used her sleep shirt to create a small pocket which she filled with popcorn for him. It wasn't like it had liquid butter drizzled all over it. To her surprise, Jake didn't gobble it all down at once like he did with the lasagne. He actually just ate some, watched the movie, then ate some more and so on. Hannah was almost falling asleep near the end of the movie, but in doing so, she reclined lower onto the couch and her legs drifted further apart. Both of which drew her sleep shirt up higher and fully exposing her beautiful bare pink pussy to him, but also causing a few popcorn pieces to fall into her crotch. Jake just relished her scent and tried to control the itching in his balls. He didn't want to do anything to compromise the way she felt about him. He needed friends if he wanted to confront the witches. As the movie ended, Jake was a mess. Hannah's legs were apart, her scent was intoxicating, and he so badly wanted to give in to his urges. Jake decided now was his opportunity to at least taste that beautiful pussy and it would look like an accident since he could go for the popcorn that had fallen between her legs. He moved his nose down into her crotch and started lapping at her pussy. Hannah jumped, of course, but did not push him away. "You're even better at pussy eating than my last boyfriend. That feels good Jake, make me cum." Her reaction surprised Jake, but he wasn't about to pass up this opportunity to enjoy her delicious cunt. She removed all the popcorn, moved her crotch closer to the edge of the couch, and spread her legs wide. His dog tongue wasn't as controllable as his human tongue was, but Hannah helped by spreading her labia wide enough that he could get some of her sweet nectar, while exposing her clit to his tongue. It didn't take long for her to cum, as she eventually cupped her sensitive pussy to prevent his touch. She looked at Jake with a blissful look and smiled. "You really are the best dog in the world. Let's go to bed." She turned off the TV and put the empty soda can and popcorn bowl on the kitchen island. Then turned off all the lights and made sure they locked the door before going into the bedroom and turning on the lamp beside her bed. She reminded Jake. "If you need to use the washroom, just let yourself out, go to the gravel dog run, do your business and then come back inside." Hannah stripped off her sleep shirt and tossed it in the hamper before turning off the bedroom lights and going into the bathroom, which was right outside the bedroom. Her floor plan was almost identical, but the exact opposite of Jake's, with stairs starting off to the side of the front entrance in the middle of the house, then at the bottom of the stairs was two doors, one that went into the residence and one that went into the mechanical room. The mechanical room took about half of the width of the house and housed two furnaces, the shared on-demand hot water system and a shared laundry room. Then, in the back corner opposite the stairs, was the washroom. Hannah had a bathtub and shower, whereas Jake's place just had an oversized shower with multiple shower heads. Then beside the washroom was a large bedroom with walk-in closet. The kitchen and cabinets shared the wall with the mechanical room since it made accessing the plumbing, heating and electrical convenient. Cabinets were on the mechanical room wall with the fridge on one end, the rest was the sink and dishwasher with cabinets above. Then there was a kitchen island with the stove and an eating bar. Since the area, minus the mechanical room, was the same size as the entire house above it, there was a lot of open space. Returning to the view in the washroom, Jake just watched the gorgeous naked blonde as she readied herself for bed. Jake figured he was pretty accurate in his initial estimate of 5-foot and maybe 100 pounds, with measurements of 32B-22-34. She had perky little breasts with small pink eraser-type nipples and that beautiful hairless pussy that tasted so good. She brushed and flossed her teeth, then brushed her golden blonde hair, which hung down to just above her little pink nipples. Jake snapped out of his reverie when she asked if he wanted his teeth brushed. He stepped into the bathroom as Hannah pulled out a new toothbrush from a bulk pack. "This one is yours." She said, holding up a blue handled toothbrush for him. "Tonight you just get a wet toothbrush. There's some doggy toothpaste coming with the food tomorrow." He opened his mouth and let her brush his teeth. He was happy she knew all about caring for a dog, even if he was only a dog in form. The thought of toothpaste being toxic to dogs wasn't something he had even considered, but then again-was he really a dog? With his teeth brushed, they exited the bathroom and went into the bedroom, but not wanting to get hair on the bed, Jake lay down on the floor at the foot of the bed. Hannah smiled. "That's so considerate of you, but you get to sleep on the bed." She then patted the bed and Jake jumped up on it. She had put the heavy blanket over half the bed, although he figured it was probably more to prevent his claws from tearing the blankets more so than protecting it from his hair. Hannah then crawled onto the bed toward her side. Jake stared at her ass as she went by and gave it a lick. Hannah jumped at the unexpected contact. "Does Jake like the way I taste?" Jake nodded. "Well, I will not turn down good pussy eating. Besides, making me cum will help me sleep." She hooked her legs behind her elbows, making her ass and pussy very accessible and then spread her pussy open as Jake gladly began lapping at her sweet tasting pussy and ass. She really seemed to enjoy the feel of his tongue on her ass. It only took a few minutes before she started cumming on Jake's tongue. She even squirted a little and he savoured every tasty drop she gave him. If this was to be his life as a dog, he would die happy!