"So..." I begin, as we sit down for dinner, squirming a little.
"Yes, puppy?" Scarlett asks, smiling.
"...Are these girls' clothes?" I finally force it out, adjusting the tight shorts she had dressed me in, following the bath. She refused to let me put my old clothes on, even if they were cleaned first, referring to them as 'rags'.
Sophie snickers from across as she watches me, then pauses, her expression dropping, "Hey wait - those are my clothes!"
Incidentally, this is the first thing she's said to me. She starts to get up, put Flint points at her and issues a "Psst!" indicating for her to sit.
"Sweetie, we didn't really have anything else that would fit you," Scarlett explains, "Flint's clothes are far too large, and even mine will be too wide in the chest and hips. Sophie's clothes are the only ones that came close to your size. It's just for a little while until I can go out and get you some clothes of your own."
Sophie waits for a moment when Flint and Scarlett aren't looking, then scowls and points to both her eyes with her first two fingers, then points at me. I almost mention it, but think better of it. I feel like I've made an enemy, unwittingly, and maybe I shouldn't antagonize her more.
"Okay," I say, biting my lip, "That does explain the blouse and the tiny shorts... but why did you make me wear the socks that come up to my thighs, too?"
"The thigh-highs are part of the ensemble, sweetie, they just go together," Scarlett says confidently, "Besides, you can pull it off, I think it looks good on you."
I look over at Flint and open my mouth to say something, but he shakes his head before I have a chance, "Nothing I can do, pup. If she thinks it looks cute on you, there's no stopping her."
"Oh, stop," Scarlett waves a hand at him, "You make me sound like I'm forcing the boy. He's fine with it, aren't you, Acorn?"
She asks me with those big doe eyes and leans forward, towards me, giving me a clear view of her ample chest.
I clear my throat a little, "Um... yeah, I guess it's fine. I mean, for now."
"See? I told you," she says, leaning back, "Now eat your dinner, puppy, before it gets cold."
Flint just chuckles a little, and I'm not sure at what.
Dinner is actually very tasty. I can't remember the last time I ate so well. They actually both tell me to slow down a few times, for fear that I'll make myself sick. It's a nice change from the uncertainty of life in the woods. I admit, I'm warming up to the idea of living in a human home.
Speaking of warming up, they have the most glorious thing; there's this indent in the wall where you can start a fire, and the smoke goes out through the roof. You get to sit by the fire and be indoors. After after dinner we all sit by it and talk. They tell me about their life and their home, and I tell them about my life in the woods. Well, the three of us talk. Sophie mostly lays there and occasionally make threatening looks at me.
I'm not sure when, but I pass out right there in front of the fire, and when I wake up, I'm being carried by a pair of strong arms. He places me in a warm, fluffy little bed, and covered with fuzzy blankets, before I drift off again.
When I wake again, it's to the sound of giggling and hushed whispers. I recognize that I'm in a crude, but comfortable bed on the floor of the master bedroom.
"He's going to hear if you keep it up," I hear Flint whisper.
Scarlett giggles, "He'll have to see sooner or later."
"Fair enough, but don't rush the poor boy, okay?" he replies, followed by a deep groan.
Carefully, I peak out of the covers, hoping not to be noticed. I swallow hard. I expected to see Scarlett naked at some point, obviously. After all, she will be my woman. I did not expect it so soon. She's halfway out of the covers, and I can see her bare breasts. And they are even more impressive when they're uncovered.
A little pang of jealousy hits me when I see what's in her hand. Namely, Flint's cock. But not as much as I would have expected. I should be jealous, though. I'm here to claim her as mine, and I should be bothered watching her stroke another man's cock right in front of me.
Mostly, I'm just transfixed at watching her move her fingers over him. It's hypnotic. That must feel so good, the way her fingers wrap around his length... are all human men like that? Not that it matters. Size is irrelevant compared to other, more important traits. And Flint doesn't even have a tail! I can still claim her.
She wraps her lips around head and I stifle a little whimper. They can't know I'm watching. My cock goes from 'very hard' to 'almost painfully hard', and my hands find their way between my legs on their own.
She slides her lips almost to the base, and my eyes go wide. How does she do that? I would be gagging at half of that. Not that I would be putting a man's cock in my mouth.
I peel back the covers a little more, to give myself more air. It's getting very warm under here as I stroke myself. I feel odd about doing this, watching her with another man, but I find I can't help it.
